Chapter 8
Grant tried to get a grip on himself. He was doing something that he should not have been doing. He was still married. Yet here he was, sitting here in his living room, kissing a college girl…who was pregnant with his and his wife’s baby. There were too many things wrong with this to even begin to discuss it.
But regardless of that, he did not stop kissing Kelly. He wanted her. He had wanted her for some time. And now, he could have her. Right then, all he wanted was to be in that moment, kissing her.
Well, that was not exactly true. He wanted something else with her—something that involved more than kissing. And if he was going this far down this particular rabbit hole, he was going to do it all.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Grant pulled back slowly. Kelly looked at him, wetting her lips.
“Grant, are you sure? I mean, we—”
“I know what you mean.” Grant got up, holding out his hand to her. “Come on, Kelly. Let’s go. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”
She wanted to—there was no question of that. She had been wanting him for weeks now—whether she had been able to admit it or not. She took his hand, letting him pull her up from the couch.
“Yes.”
He gave her a slight nod before leading her up the stairs. Kelly trailed after him, glancing around at the empty bedrooms. It was such a large house. She could only imagine how it felt for him to be there all alone. It had to be so incredibly lonesome—poor man.
When they reached the master bedroom, Grant led her inside. He turned to face her, reaching down for her once more. Kelly instantly reached for him. Her arms found their way around his neck again and her lips back to his.
Kissing him was exactly as she had dreamed. Now, she let her fingers play up to trace through his hair. That was how she had expected too. She smiled to herself at finally being able to touch this man like this. It was all so intimate, and passionate. It was a new world from the sex-crazed fraternity boys that Kelly knew so well.
Grant was tugging at the edge of the red and white rugby-style shirt that she was wearing. She made him wait a moment as she stepped back to kick of her black and white sneakers, and then toe off her socks. Then she stepped back, pulling the shirt over her head. She wore a plain white bra underneath. She had plenty of sexy garments, but she had put all of that out of her head since she had become pregnant. She figured that she would put her own dating and sex life on hold until after the baby.
This was a highly unexpected twist of fate.
Grant’s hands reached behind her back. He unhooked the bra, letting her breasts fall free. Kelly let out a shaky breath as his hands moved up to cup her breasts. His thumbs passed lightly over the nipples, watching as they hardened under his touch.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. Then he was leaning down to her, and his mouth was closing over one nipple. Kelly could not think any more. All she was conscious of was his hot, wet mouth tugging on her overly sensitive peak—and the heated arousal which was building between her thighs. She wanted him—need him.
As if he was reading her mind, one of his hands reached up to pass lightly over her through her jeans. He rubbed in soft gentle circles through the denim. It was too much. Kelly wanted to get these clothes off.
Grant released her nipple. Stepping back, he tugged off his shirt. Kelly passed her hands over his strong muscles. Grant’s eyes closed. Her hands felt so small and soft against his body. It was wonderful. It was easily one of the nicest sensations he’d had in ages.
Kelly let her hands slip lower. Her fingers worked loose the top button on his jeans, followed immediately by his zipper. She reached into his boxer briefs, pulling out his erection. Grant let out a groan.
Kelly closed her hand around him. She stroked him up and down, squeezing gently as she pumped. She looked at him, licking her lips.
Grant tugged her closer to him by one hip. His fingers moved to open the front of her own jeans. He slipped one hand inside of them. Kelly did not let go of him, but let her head fall to rest on his shoulders as his fingers went under the waistband of her underwear.
Kelly’s hand pumped his cock while Grant’s fingers worked through the wetness which met his fingers. He traced his middle finger over her swollen clit before he let it slip inside of her. Kelly whimpered as he pumped it slowly. Quickly, he added another finger.
“Oh, Grant.” She bit out the words against his shoulders. “Please.”
“I want you so badly.” Grant stepped back.
“Me too.” Kelly leaned forward. She kissed him hard. Grant’s tongue slipped between her lips and met hers in a fierce tango. He had never been so turned on with a woman. He was pulling her backwards towards the bed.
When he felt the mattress against the backs of his legs, Grant lifted Kelly into his arms. He spun her gently, and laid her down in the center of the bed. Then he stepped back to shed his jeans and boxers. As soon as he had, his hands were on the legs of her jeans. He pulled them down and off of her body, tossing them on top of his pants on the floor. Then he was leaning up to pull the flimsy strip of fabric which constituted her underwear down her hips. Kelly lifted her legs, and those too fell to the floor.
Now Grant was climbing onto the bed with her. He nudged her thighs apart, settling down between them. Kelly looked up at him. She couldn’t believe how close they were to each other. She had never believed that this moment would really come—had never even given it serious consideration.
“Grant.”
“You want this?” he murmured. “You really, really want this?”
“Yes.” Kelly lifted her head to kiss him once more. That was apparently the only encouragement that he needed. Kelly felt his tip press more firmly against her. Then he was pushing himself gently inside of her.
“Just like that!” she gasped against him. Kelly quickly lifted her hips to ease him in more. When he slipped in to hilt, Grant stopped moving. He allowed himself to enjoy the sensation of holding her, being close to her.
“So good,” he murmured. “So hot, tight.”
Kelly squirmed beneath him, encouraging him to move. Grant did not hesitate. He began to move slowly inside of her. Kelly let her head fall back. She enjoyed the slow pace, but she was so very ready for him.
“Please, Grant…faster. Harder.”
He complied. Instantly, his movements were harder, rougher. Kelly cried out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, clinging.
Grant’s fingers slipped between them. They found her clit. Immediately, he began to rub circles on it.
“I want to feel you come on me,” he panted against her ear. “I want to hear you scream, baby. Please.”
She was so sensitive. She could only imagine that pregnancy had heightened her sexuality, because she had never felt like this before. Or maybe it was just Grant—maybe he was really just this good.
“Oh, Grant…yes,” Kelly gasped against him. She squirmed, groaning against him. “You…oh yes!”
Her body exploded around his. She clamped down on him, her eyes blurring as the sensations of orgasm flooded through her body.
“Oh…yes.” Kelly nipped at his chest. Grant’s fingers continued on her, but his thrusts were more intent. He was close. She could tell from his movements, the way his breath came out.
“Now, come for me,” she whispered as she lifted her head to him.
Grant thrust hard into her a few more times. Kelly’s body continued to twitch and jerk with the actions of his fingers. Then Grant was burying himself into her, groaning into her ear. She felt the rush of his seed as he spilled himself deep inside of her.
“Kelly,” he whispered as his fingers moved from her body. “Oh god.”
Grant stopped moving. He sighed against her ear before dropping a quick kiss against it.
“You are so incredible,” he said.
“So are you.” Kelly opened her eyes to look up at him. “I’ve never, ever, felt anything like that.”
“Neither have I,” Grant answered softly. “I’ve never felt anything like before.”
“But,” Kelly began. Grant lifted his head to meet her eyes. Slowly, he shook his head.
“No. No. Don’t finish that statement.” He pressed his finger lightly to her lips. “Let’s just enjoy this moment and what we have together.”
Kelly could not argue that. She could get lost in this moment forever. Slowly, she let her hands drift up to trace through his hair. She smiled to herself at finally getting to indulge in the secret thought that she had had so many weeks ago.
“Ok.” She smiled softly at him. Grant lowered his head once more, giving her a gentle kiss. Every time he touched her, Kelly felt something in her that she did not expect. But it was wonderful…beautiful. She did not want to think about just what that could mean was happening to her.