Chapter Thirty
Emily
“Is this better than cleaning?” Grant whispered as his hand grabbed my breast.
“Much better,” I whispered.
“And how about this?” he said as tucked his other hand into my pajama shorts, and into my underwear.
I groaned. “Hmm hmm.”
“Better than cleaning?” he asked again.
I’d never met anyone that could excite me as quickly as Grant could. I was already wet before he touched me. Now, with his fingers moving inside me, and his other hand playing with my breast, I felt the excitement increase.
“I see Patriot has come to visit,” I said, and he chuckled.
“Oh, he’s always here.”
“Do I get a nickname too?” I said and then groaned loudly as his hands went deeper.
He bit his lip and looked down at me.
“A nickname? Hmm,” he said. He pulled off my shirt and ran his fingers over my ribs. “How about Audrey?”
“Audrey?” I asked confused. I hadn’t been expecting an actual name.
He laughed. “Audrey Tautou. The actress. I mean, I only get to see your tattoos when your clothes are off. And anyway, you’re like the blonder, hotter version of her. She’s always been one of my favorite. But you’ve superseded her.”
“Audrey,” I said and smiled. “My alter ego. I like that.”
He reached down, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and lifted me up onto the counter. I gripped the sides as he leaned down, opened my legs, and licked me. My body began to writhe with excitement with every feel of his tongue, and I leaned back and opened my legs more. I knew I was going to come, but for once I didn’t want him to stop. With one hand I reached over and held onto his hair. Then I pulled him even closer to me.
“Don’t stop,” I said. “Please don’t stop.” The last few words were so soft I wasn’t sure if he even heard them. But he didn’t stop. With every lick and every push, I felt my body shiver with excitement. I opened my legs wider. “More. Yes, yes, yes.” My voice was no longer a whisper, and I cried out as I reached the point of orgasm.
After I had come, I looked down and smiled at Grant.
“Well, this is a nice sight,” I said and grinned.
“Better than doing the dishes?” he asked again.
I giggled. “Oh yeah. Much better.”
I jumped off the counter, took his hand, and walked.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Your turn,” I said and took him to the bedroom.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered while I went to grab a condom. I threw it to him when he was naked and made him lie down on the bed. Then I climbed on top of him.
“Emily and Audrey,” he said and grinned. “The perfect combination.” Then he moaned as I started to move over him.
His eyes were closed, and he was smiling, and I loved that I was able to do this to him. Just seeing how happy I was making him made me get excited all over again. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, then I leaned back and rocked over and over and over until I could see he was on the verge of orgasm.
“I’m so close,” he whispered as his hands tightened around my breasts.
“Me too,” I moaned.
His eyes widened. “Again?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. Then I closed my eyes and came all over again.
Afterward, as we lay next to each other, he started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Not funny. Surprising. You came twice?”
“Yeah. And trust me, that’s not something I do easily.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded and turned to face him. “Seriously. You just have that effect on me.”
“You have the same effect on me. How about you stay here while I make us some coffee?”
I grinned. “I like that idea.”
I lay back and closed my eyes, feeling better about everything now that Grant was with me. He took quite a while, and I almost fell asleep again, but when he finally came back up, he was carrying two steaming mugs. He placed them on the bedside table and climbed back in.
“That took a while. I thought maybe you’d snuck out,” I said and reached for the coffee.
“Nah, there was something I had to do before making the coffee.”
“There was? What’s that?”
“The dishes.”
I burst out laughing. “What? Are you serious?”
He chuckled. “Now you don’t have to worry about them at all tonight.”
After coffee, I watched as he climbed out of bed to find his clothes.
“I should’ve hidden your clothes while you were out,” I said. “It’s fun watching you walk around like that.”
He turned around, and when he caught my eye, I noticed a strange look on his face.
“So, I was thinking, maybe I should sleep over? That’s, of course, if you want me to? It’s just that you look cold and that thin little duvet doesn’t seem to be doing much for you.”
He wanted to sleep over? I grinned. “Yeah, I need my human blanket back. Come in quickly before I freeze to death,” I said and pulled open the duvet for him.
He jumped in and wrapped his arms around me. “So you want me to stay over?” he whispered into my neck.
“I want you to stay over,” I said back.
I was facing the wall, and I was glad that he couldn’t see how much I was smiling. I’d never met anyone that made me feel the way Grant made me feel. And as he held me, I knew that I was starting to fall for him. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way about me, but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was for him to stay there, to hold me and to never let me go. There’d been too much going on in my life these past few days, and this felt like the one constant that had never let me down.