“You’re in control,” I tell her. Sliding from my spot behind her, I reach into the bedside table and pull out an unopened box of condoms and rip open the package. Reaching in, I tear one off and hand it to her. “This is your show, babe. I’m just along for the ride.” With that, I climb onto the bed, resting my head on the pillows, placing my hands behind my head. “I’m yours, Aurora. There is nothing that you could do or ask for that I would deny you. Take what you want, baby.”
I crave her hands against my skin. I want to feel her body aligned with mine, and I want to feel the warmth of her pussy as I sink deep inside her. I’ve been waiting for this moment—for the time when she and I become one—and I’d love nothing more than to hover over her and take what we both want.
However, she needs this.
My girl needs to be able to see my desire for her. She needs to know that there isn’t a single fucking thing she could do that would make me not want her. I need her to take the control here, so that maybe, just maybe she can carry some of that over into her everyday life.
I need her to see that she’s beautiful, and strong, and so damn sexy. My needs, they’ll be met as long as she’s here with me.
Right now, this is all about her.
Chapter 22
Aurora
My heart swells with love for this man. He’s giving me the control that was taken away from me. He’s giving me the chance for the first time in my life to explore a man’s body. He’s lying on the bed, hands behind his head, and his hard length is resting against his rock-hard abs. My mouth waters at the sight of him. “I don’t know where to start,” I confess.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. I need your help. Do you want the lamp off or leave it on?” he asks.
“On.” My eyes widen at my quick reply, making him chuckle.
“On it is. The rest is up to you. Do what feels right. There is no right or wrong answer. There is no script for this. Just feel, Aurora. Feel my love for you, and take what you need from me. Trust me, baby. This is not a hardship for me. Unless you count the fact that I’m keeping my hands to myself a hardship, that’s going to be torture, but I’m not worried. I know I’ll get my turn,” he says, his heated gaze gliding over my naked body.
My entire body is trembling, but this time it’s not fear. It’s anticipation. It’s excitement. Climbing onto the bed, I lie down next to him and let my hands begin to roam. “When people look at you, they see the gorgeous blue eyes and the sexy hair, the body made for sculpting, but do you know what they miss?” I ask him.
“What’s that, baby?”
“Your heart. I don’t know how it fits inside your chest. You have given me so much. My confidence, my voice, your body….” My voice trails off as I continue to run my hands over him.
“And my heart. You have my heart and my kisses. Those all belong to you too.”
“Those butterflies have moved to my chest,” I tell him. “My heart feels like it’s fluttering.”
“Good. That means you feel my love. Now show me yours.”
“Can I—” I start, but he’s already shaking his head.
“No. Don’t ask me, Aurora. Take it. What’s mine is yours. Take what you need, baby. I’m right here with you, and I promise you anything you decide to do is okay with me. Well, unless you plan on leaving me here and you going home. I’m not good with that plan.”
“I’m not leaving you.” My words have a double meaning. I don’t think I could ever walk away from this man.
Never.
Taking a deep breath, I move down the bed until my face is eye level with his length. Tentatively, I reach out and grip him, stroking slowly from root to tip. My mouth waters and I know what I want to do. I move to settle between his thighs and place him in my mouth. My tongue swirls the head of his cock, and he moans. The sound gives me the strength to keep going, so that’s exactly what I do. I take him deeper each time, my tongue caressing him, and I know from the ache between my thighs and the moans coming from deep within his throat that I’m torturing both of us. It’s time to move on, to conquer this void that only Grant can fill.
Climbing to my knees, I reach for the condom, and with shaking hands, I tear open the package and slide it over his length. “Did I do it right?” I ask, looking up at him.
His eyes are hooded, and his breathing is labored. “Y-Yeah, baby. You did good.”
“You okay?”
“No. Not even a little bit. My sexy as fuck girlfriend just put on a show, and it’s killing me that I can’t touch you, but we both need this. I need you to know that you have the control here, and it’s good for me to have to wait. Helps me work on my control.”
“Your control?”
“Yeah, trying not to come with my cock in your mouth, that sexy ass of yours in the air, and your fucking gorgeous tits brushing against my thighs. So, yeah, I’m working on my control too.”
“I’m sorry?” I pose it as a question.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I enjoyed every hot fucking second of it.” He smiles, and those butterflies in my chest flutter their beat.
With cautious movements, I move to straddle him, gripping his cock and aligning him with my entrance. I fight the urge to close my eyes and hide from the intimacy of the moment. I stay strong, keeping my eyes locked on his. Instead of hiding, I’m memorizing this moment. I know it’s one I’ll never forget as long as I live. No matter where our future takes us, this will be a night I will forever remember.
“Oh,” I say as I start to lower myself onto him.
“Almost there, beautiful,” he says huskily.
I nod and settle fully onto him. “Wow,” I breathe.
“Babe, that’s damn good for my ego,” he says through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good. Hot. Wet. Tight.” He lifts his hips just a little, and he slides even deeper.
My breath stutters in my chest. “I need you to touch me now. I need your hands on my skin. I need you in this moment with me.”
“I’m right here, Rory. I’ve been here the entire time, cataloging every detail, committing it to my memory.”
“Touch me. Please, Grant.” I watch closely as he removes his hands from behind his head and places them on my thighs.
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Take what you need,” I say, tossing his earlier words of encouragement back at him.
He sits up and wraps his arms around me. “I need your smiles,” he says, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “And these lips, I need them too,” he says, leaning in and kissing me softly. “I need the feel of your naked body pressed against mine.” He kisses me again. “I need your pussy milking my cock.” Another tender kiss. “I need your heart, Rory.”
“You have all of me.”
“I love you,” he says, pressing his lips to mine. His hands roam over my body until they land on my ass cheeks, and he begins to guide me to move back and forth, creating a delicious friction between our bodies. It’s a euphoric feeling I’ve never in my life experienced.
“Nothing has ever felt like this,” I say, breaking our kiss and tilting my head back, enjoying the feel of the fire coursing through my veins. “I’m close.”