Shoot!I slow down. Let him lead.
“Better.”
I absolutely melt.
When his lips part and he pulls away, he murmurs, “See? First kiss. Easy.”
I barely remember how to nod, my mouth gaping open. The warm fuzzy feeling, the butterflies, I’m... just wow!
He gives me a double-take, and I snap my mouth shut, face burning.
In one swift motion, he grips behind my knees and lifts. I gasp as I rise from the floor, my back landing with a bounce on the bed.
He doesn’t hesitate. His fingers curl into the waistband of my panties and strip them down like they offend him.
He pries my knees apart and jerks my hips to the edge of the bed. Then... he kneels between my legs.
Oh my gosh!Grayson is going down on me.
I prop myself on my elbows, watching in disbelief. The second his lips meet my slit, I suck in a sharp breath. His tongue parts me, and it’s pure bliss. The warmth, the wetness, the slow speed intensifies every movement.
He reaches my entrance, circles his tongue on the edge, slipping just the tip inside.
When he retracts, he glances up at me. “You’ve got a big hymen,” he says. “I can’t even fit my whole tongue in.”
“I do?” I squeak.
He nods. “Yeah. I’m gonna tear the fuck out of you.”
I tense instinctively. The fear flickers across my face, and he laughs, amused by it.
“It’s not funny,” I murmur.
His smile shifts, softer. He kisses my sensitive bundle of nerves tenderly, like he’s soothing me. “Don’t worry, Piggy, I’ll take good care of you.”
I frown. “Can you call me something different? Or just Charlotte?” Hot tears pool in my eyes. This doesn’t feel romantic. I pout in a soft voice, “Can we just.... get this over with?”
Grayson goes still.
“Get this over with?” he repeats, his voice low and brimming with disgust.
Before I can respond, he moves.
In one fluid, forceful movement, he lays me flat, pressing my back into the mattress. His body cages me in. Knees between my legs. His palm flat on the bed beside my head. The mattress sinks. He’s heavy — all muscle and power.
The traces of playfulness are gone. No smile. No teasing. Just tension.
I open my mouth, but no words come.
Don’t ruin this, Charlotte.
“I’m sorry... um. I didn’tmean it.”
He doesn’t change his expression, just replies, “Relax. I know you want this. Were you touching yourself when you spied on me?”
I’m speechless and red as a beet, but he just smiles briefly, then holds his shaft, moving it into place.
I close my eyes, bracing myself as his blunt tip presses to my entrance.
