Once inside the house, Grayson paused only long enough to put the wine glasses in the sink, and to put the cork back in the wine bottle. He tossed our damp towels in the laundry room, and then he resumed dragging me to the master bedroom. He got impatient with my slow speed by the time we reached the living room, and he lifted me in his arms and carried me the rest of the way.

Grayson tossed me on the bed, and I landed squealing in protest. He crawled up the bed toward me with a predatory gleam in his eye.

“I should feed you, probably. That would be the polite thing to do.” His cock bobbed under its massive weight as he reached the top of the bed.

“I can wait for food, but I can’t wait for you.” I reached a hand out and stroked his cock, feeling a little shy, but wanting to further explore his body.

My shyness registered with him. “You okay, baby?” He put a hand over mine and helped me lengthen my strokes, showing me without words what he liked.

Lucky for Grayson I was a fast learner.

“I’ve never been better.” Emboldened, I dropped down on my stomach in front of him and pressed tentative kisses to the tip of his cock. “Shouldn’t you need some recovery time?”

“Not when it comes to you, apparently.” He rubbed my hair, and then he pressed my head down towards his cock.

I took the hint.

I opened my mouth and licked down one side, and then back up the other side. Grayson’s deepened breathing encouraged me to go farther. He tasted like latex, which would have been unpleasant if I wasn’t picking up a strong note of a taste that was uniquely Grayson. I touched my nose to his tip, breathing in his masculine musk.

I licked. Grayson’s thighs tensed and bunched underneath me. I licked again, liking the way his cock flexed in response. I sucked just the tip into my mouth, experimenting. I wanted to see what got a reaction and what didn’t.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Grayson mumbled under his breath.

I took as much of his length into his mouth as I could manage. It wasn’t much, but I made up for it by sucking vigorously and popping his cock back out. Taking a deep breath, I remembered a drunken, giggling evening with Bailey and Karen a year ago. We had practiced deep throating on popsicles, and while I had joined in on the silliness, I hadn’t seen the point. Now I did.

I tried to remember how I had been able to get the popsicle down my throat. I relaxed my throat and went for it. Grayson jerked a little, and his hand tangled in my hair as he slid down my throat. I held him there until I needed air, and then I pulled back with a wet sound.

“Fuck!” Grayson’s voice was strangled, and he clutched at my head again.

A part of me was amused by his limited vocabulary when he was in the throes of passion. But I had a task in front of me, and I was determined to achieve my goal. Maybe I should research this tomorrow to pick up some more tips?

I deep throated him again, and Grayson moaned. Wet squelching sounds accompanied my efforts. I didn’t care for the sound effects, nor did I like the saliva that dripped down my chin, but Grayson seemed to be a fan of all of it.

When I pulled back for the umpteenth time, Grayson used one finger to lift my chin so he could see my face.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was tender.

I nodded and resumed my blowjob in earnest.

“Thank fuck.” Grayson was shivering, and although I thought all of this was somewhat awkward, his obvious enjoyment made me hot. I squirmed on the bed and continued sucking.

“Here.” Grayson panted and flipped us around until I was on top of him, head down so I could work his cock with my mouth, throat, and tongue. He pried my legs apart and sucked my pussy so hard I cried out.

So many thoughts raced through my mind. Had I shaved in the last couple of days? Did I taste weird? Did he like this or did he feel obligated to return the favor? Then Grayson did a slow lick of my pussy lips and ended by sucking my clit. All thoughts left my mind, and I gave myself up to the sensations.

I could do this all night.

Grayson buried his face in my pussy. He had no problem abandoning all inhibitions as he ate me out. His vigorous grunts and groans let me know he was a very happy man at the moment. He started fingering me, and then Grayson added a second finger to the mix.

I pushed against his face and continued deep throating him. I didn’t worry about the dripping saliva or the awkward sex noises anymore. I pumped his cock down my throat.

Grayson’s tongue swirled against my clit again and again, and my orgasm snuck up on me. I cried out and nearly choked on his cock, but I didn’t stop. Grayson lapped at my pussy, getting every drop, and I sucked him as hard as I could.

“FUCK!” Grayson’s one-word vocabulary was back in full force as he shot cum in long jets into the back of my throat.

Feeling proud of making him lose control and still savoring my own orgasm, I used leisurely licks to clean his cock from root to tip.

“Fuck, Lucy. You’ve only had sex twice?” Grayson sat up against the headboard and tugged me into his lap. I enjoyed the feel of his arms around me, as well as the sensation of my naked breasts against his chest.

“Yep. Four times now.” I giggled, proud of myself. “And that was my first ever blowjob.”

“Fuck me. You are seriously going to be the death of me.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips, and our tongues met and stroked. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I knew he had to taste himself as well.

I broke the kiss with reluctance, but I needed to make use of the guest bathroom. Yawning, Grayson turned back the covers on the bed. When I returned, he was lying down, regarding me with sleepy gray eyes. I snuggled under the covers with him, and he wrapped me in his arms again.

Tiny kisses rained down on my face.

“You are so romantic.” I sighed and settled against him as he turned out the light.

“Tomorrow I’m fucking you bare. Just your wet pussy and my hard cock with nothing in between us.” Grayson’s chest rumbled with his words.

I giggled even as I slid towards sleep. My caveman.