Chapter 41: Until You: Chapter 41

I giggle when Grayson presses another kiss to my lips. This entire week has been perfect, and getting to touch him like this is a dream come true. We haven’t done more than kiss, but even that has been perfect. I thought he’d be impatient with me, or that he’d push for more, but he hasn’t. He makes it clear that he wants me, without ever making me feel bad for wanting to take it a little slow.

“We’re supposed to be finishing some work,” I tell him, and he smiles sheepishly, pulling me down on the sofa with him.

“I can’t believe you expect me to work when you’re in my arms, Ari. I can’t. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Every night when you’d watch TV with me, all I could think about was pulling you closer and finding out if your lips are as soft as they look. I have so much lost time to make up for.”

He tangles his hand through my hair and pulls me close, his lips hovering over mine. “I used to imagine this,” he whispers before kissing me, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

He pulls me onto his lap, and I moan against his lips. He keeps one hand in my hair while the other roams over my body, settling on my ass, his grip tight.

I can feel how hard he is, and I love this. I love how blatantly he wants me. His hand slips underneath the oversized T-shirt I’m wearing today, and I tense when his fingers brush the underside of my bra.

I pull away and rest my forehead against his, my hands wrapping around his, keeping them in place. Gray tenses and moves his hands back down. “What’s wrong?”

I’m scared all of a sudden. I’ve seen his body, I know how muscular he is. Gray is smart, he’s powerful, and he’s the CEO of an astonishing company. I can’t even imagine what type of women he must have been with. If Brad didn’t want me, how could Gray?

“Hey, talk to me, baby.”

I look away, crippled by my insecurity. I don’t know how to explain, and shame washes over me. “I… I’m embarrassed, Gray. It’s nothing, really.”

He buries one hand in my hair and cups my cheek with the other, his thumb brushing over the edge of my lips. “It’s not nothing, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I swear to you, I’ve never wanted anyone more. Tell me how to make this better.”

The way he looks at me, the sincerity in his eyes… it goes straight to my heart. He’s never done anything to make me feel like he doesn’t want me. Even now, I can feel how hard he still is underneath me. It’s not him that burned me.

“It’s nothing,” I whisper, leaning in. Gray’s eyes fall closed when I kiss him, and his grip on my hair tightens. He groans when my hands roam over his body. I want him. I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember, and I don’t want to let my insecurities hold me back. The way Gray kisses me tells me how he feels about me, and I’m going to trust those feelings.

I pull my lips away from his, enjoying the way he’s panting, the subtle way he pushes his hips up against mine. I look into his eyes as I pull on the edges of his T-shirt, and he grins as he pulls it up and over his head in one swift movement.

I inhale sharply when his body comes into view. “This…” I whisper. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting to touch you,” I tell him, and Gray’s eyes darken.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, his thumb resting against my throat. “You never did tell me what you were dreaming about that night.”

I blush, thinking back to the way I touched him, the way I kissed his neck. “You want to know?” I whisper.

He nods, his breathing as labored as mine. I revel in his need for me and smile, raising my hand to his face. “In my dream, I was in bed with you, and you were lying down underneath me.”

He shifts us on the sofa, and I fall on top of him. “Like this?”

I giggle and nod, pushing myself up the way I did in my dream.

“Show me what you dreamt,” he murmurs, his gaze heated.

I lean in, my lips brushing against his neck, and he squirms underneath me until he’s pressed right where he wants to be. A soft moan escapes my lips, and my eyes fall closed.

“I kissed you right here,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, right below his ear. “Then I kissed you here.” I move my lips a little lower and kiss him again, eliciting a moan from him.

“You didn’t take well to being teased, so you buried your hand in my hair and pulled me up, your lips finding mine. You were rough with me, but I loved it.”

Gray does exactly what I told him, pulling me up as he kisses me. This kiss is different, and when his tongue tangles with mine, I roll my hips against his, needing more. He turns us over, spreading my legs with his knees, and when he presses up against me, a moan escapes my lips.

“I need you so fucking bad.”

His hands roam over my body, and he grabs the edges of my T-shirt, but he pauses abruptly, as if reminding himself of the boundaries I’ve been setting. “Do it,” I whisper. “Take it off.”

Gray looks into my eyes. He seems to find what he was looking for because he nods and pulls my T-shirt up slowly, revealing my body.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He reaches underneath me, his hands on my bra straps, and I freeze. “I don’t want to take it off,” I whisper, my voice trembling. I’m scared of showing him my body. I look good in this bra, but without it? Not so much.

He drops his forehead to mine, and I’m scared I’m disappointing him already. We haven’t even slept together yet and I’m already letting him down.

“I’m in love with you, Aria Grant. Head over heels. Butterflies and all that shit. I’ll wait a lifetime for you if you want me to. So tell me, baby… do you want to stop? We can stop right here if you want to.”

I look into his eyes, his words reverberating through my mind. He didn’t even hesitate to tell me he’s in love with me, and I can’t help but smile. “I want you, Grayson. I’ve wanted you for so long that it hurts… and I, well, I’m definitely crazy in love with you too.”

His eyes widen at those words, and he grins, relaxing on top of me as his hand continues to explore my body. His fingers brush over the edge of my soaking wet panties, and he bites down on his lip. He swallows hard and drops his forehead to mine.

“Fucking hell… I just knew it. I knew you’d be wet and needy, baby. How could you not be? Every part of you is perfect.”

He pushes my underwear aside and brushes his thumb along my wetness, making me moan helplessly. I’ve wanted this for so long.

“Will you let me take it off?”

I nod, and he rises to his knees, taking his time pulling the black fabric down my legs. I can see how hard he is, and I want him. I want him inside me.

Gray lies down on his side next to me, holding himself up on his elbow, his eyes on mine as his fingers find their way between my legs.

“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper. No man ever has, and I don’t expect it from Gray either.

He frowns at me. “Baby, you going to come. Multiple times, if it’s up to me.”

His fingers slip into me with ease, and the way he touches me has me ready to come within minutes. He grins as I squirm, pushing my hips up against his hand. I’m getting closer and closer. “Such a wet fucking pussy,” he whispers. “You want to come for me, don’t you?”

I nod and thread my hand through his hair, pulling his head to mine as my muscles tighten around his fingers. “Grayson,” I moan, my lips finding his as wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body.

He smiles against my lips and pulls away to look at me. I can’t even imagine what image I’m presenting him with. My cheeks must be flushed and my hair a mess, but he looks at me as though I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I smile as my hands run down his abs, pausing at the waistband of his boxer shorts. “I’ve been wondering what’s underneath here,” I whisper, slipping my hand in. I palm his dick, and his eyes fall closed.

“I want more,” I whisper.

Gray runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Baby, I’d want nothing more… but I don’t have protection. Considering the amount of confidential data in my apartment, I’ve never taken a woman home with me. Besides… I didn’t think you’d be ready for a while longer, so I haven’t bought any yet.”

I smile and pull him closer. “That’s okay, I’m on the pill,” I whisper, pushing down his boxer shorts.

“Are you sure, Ari? I’m clean… I’ve never had a woman without a condom, but I still want you to be sure.”

I nod, and Gray pushes my legs apart wider, settling between them. I moan when he slides up against me, pushing just the tip in before leaning in to kiss me.

I lift my hips impatiently, and he smirks as he pulls back to look at me. He looks into my eyes as he sinks all the way inside me. “So fucking good,” he groans, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls back slightly before thrusting back into me.

“You have any idea how long I’ve wanted this pussy.”

I moan and wrap my arms around his neck, moving with him. I don’t remember sex feeling this good. I’ve never felt this… full. The way he’s stretching me out, it’s almost painful, but I love it.

“I’ve dreamt of you, baby. For months now, you’ve been fueling my fantasies.”

He thrusts into me harder, faster, clearly hanging on by a thread, and I love this. I love how badly he wants me. I love his expressions, his need.

“Tell me, Ari. Have you been touching yourself to thoughts of me? Because I have. Every time I wrapped my hand around my dick, it’s your face I imagined.”

“Yes,” I moan. Even when the messages Ash sent me turned me on, it was Grayson I imagined. “Yes, Gray.”

He leans in and captures my lips as he increases the pace until he loses it. “Aria,” he moans, and my pussy squeezes him tightly. I’ve never felt this needy before. Just having him come deep inside me has me feeling so damn close to him.

Gray collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him as he kisses my neck. “I’m not done with you,” he whispers. “I told you I’m going to make you come multiple times tonight, and I have every intention of keeping my word.”