Gramps held his breath as he let go of her wrists, waiting for her answer. If she backed off now, it would be crushing, but he wasn’t going to give up. He’d give her some space while doing his best to convince her to give them a shot. He’d never ask for more than she could give—but he wanted it all.
Licking her lips, Cassidy rested her fingers on the waistband of his jeans once more. But she didn’t move as she spoke. “It’s been six years since I’ve been with a man,” she said softly, blushing.
Gramps couldn’t help it. He loved that.
“And before that, I’d only been with Alfred. He was my first, and I have to say, it was never good. He didn’t care if I enjoyed what we were doing. His only goal was to get off. Most of the time, being with him was humiliating and awkward. I’d read a lot of books and watched my fair share of porn, trying to figure out how to make things better for myself. The sad truth is, the relationships of the actors and actresses in those porn videos were more loving than my own marriage.”
Gramps frowned. Not because she was talking about watching porn or being with another man, but because he hated she’d never felt loved.
“Being with you these past several weeks has made me realize what a real relationship is all about. It’s not all sex up against walls and getting each other off. It’s making each other laugh. It’s watching you teach my son to love himself no matter how different he might be from others. Seeing him blossom under your attention. It’s having someone to cook dinner for us, and knowing if I need anything at all, all I have to do is ask.
“I love you, Leo. I thought I loved Alfred, but I think I was desperate to be in a relationship. To find a connection with someone else. What I feel for you makes it more than clear I didn’t have a clue before.”
Her fingers began to move once more, and Gramps held his breath, wanting to feel her hand on his pulsing flesh more than he wanted to breathe.
“But most of all, I want to know how it feels to make love. I want to know what those women in those videos felt when their partners pushed them over the edge. I want to know how you feel when you fill me. I’ve dreamed about you practically my entire adult life . . . and waiting for you to make the first move has been killing me.”
She took her time slowly unzipping his jeans, and Gramps was two seconds away from pouncing on her. He hated that she’d been second-guessing his intentions. She didn’t come right out and say that, but it was obvious that was what had been bothering her. What all the “I’m fine” shit had been about. She hadn’t been fine, and that was on him. He’d let his woman down.
That stopped now. She’d never again wonder if he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Her eyes dropped from his as she looked down at his lap. She pushed the denim aside, and his cock immediately swelled, happy to no longer be confined. Cassidy’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she licked her lips as she stared. Her hand moved slowly, but before she could touch him, Gramps reached the end of his rope.
He was done talking.
She’d made her decision.
She was his. Now and forever.
Gramps moved again, standing in one fluid movement and reaching for Cassidy. He leaned over and picked her up off the couch as if she weighed no more than a child. He cradled her in his arms and headed for the stairs.
He headed down the hall and stopped outside Mario’s door. He lowered Cassidy’s legs until she was standing, then eased the door open and leaned in to check on Mario. He was sprawled on his bed, arms and limbs askew, dead to the world. Sleeping the sleep of the innocent. He knew he was safe in his room, in this house, and his deep slumber proved it.
Gramps shut the door without a sound, then picked up Cassidy again and headed for his room. He’d dreamed of this moment more nights than he could count. He’d hated watching Cassidy go to the guest room and shut the door behind her. He’d longed to snatch her up and bring her to his bed. And he was finally getting that chance.
He pushed open his door with his shoulder and shut it gently behind him with a hip. Then he strode toward the bed and draped Cassidy on it. He leaned over her. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
She shook her head.
“One last chance to change your mind,” he said, even though everything within him was screaming for him to shut up. To take her.
“Fuck me, Leo,” she said quietly.
That was all it took for his control to snap. Gramps grabbed her sides and hauled her farther up on the bed. His hands went to her jeans, and within seconds, she was lifting her hips so he could shove the pants down her legs. He grabbed the hem of her delicate white blouse and tugged it upward. Then she was lying on his bed in nothing but a white cotton bra and a pair of black leopard-print panties. They didn’t match, but somehow that seemed all the more sexy. More real.
His cock ached in his open jeans, and Leo couldn’t wait a second more. He crawled onto the bed and spread her legs apart. Without a word, he lowered his head and nuzzled the cotton over her pussy. He inhaled deeply and groaned low in his throat.
“Leo?” Cassidy asked, but he was too far gone to respond.
His hands came up, and he roughly jerked the panties aside so he could see her for the first time. Her lower lips glistened with wetness, and the sight made his mouth water.
Gramps moved without thought, his tongue lapping at her slit. The position was a little awkward, since he hadn’t had the patience to strip off her underwear before going down on her. He couldn’t get his tongue inside her body, but he could get to her clit. He needed her to orgasm. Needed to show her what she’d been missing.
Latching on to the sensitive bud, Gramps sucked hard.
Cassidy made a high-pitched squeaking noise and halfway sat up on the bed. He put a hand on her belly, holding her still, and the other hand held her underwear out of his way.
“Let me take them off,” Cassidy pleaded.
But Leo shook his head. Now that he’d tasted her, he wasn’t backing off until she was mindless with pleasure.
He glanced up as he continued to use his tongue to lash against her clit. He could see her erect nipples even through the cotton of her bra. Cassidy stared down at him, her eyes wide, pupils dilated as he pleasured her.
“Leo,” she whispered.
He couldn’t stop. Not now. He needed to get her off. Needed to give her more pleasure than she could handle. Not taking his eyes from hers, Gramps increased his efforts. Soon her thighs began to shake, and he could feel her stomach muscles tightening under his hand.
“Oh my God,” Cassidy said. “I’m going to come.”
Gramps wanted to crow in triumph. He wasn’t so conceited as to think it was just his technique. It had obviously been a very long time since she’d come, and she was definitely due. But he couldn’t deny he was pleased as fuck that he was the one getting her there.
It only took thirty or so more seconds. Cassidy fell on her back and grabbed his head as she shook uncontrollably. Her intoxicating scent increased right before she flew over the edge. She bucked against him, and Gramps almost lost his grip. He smiled even as he increased the suction on her clit.
Ever mindful of her sleeping son, Cassidy muffled her shrieks. Gramps couldn’t wait for a day when he could take her without either of them worrying about the noise they were making. But for now, he couldn’t think of anything sexier than his woman losing her ever-loving mind under his tongue.