Grayson and I went back to his house together. We couldn’t stop touching each other on the way. We held hands, stroked each others’ faces, and Grayson grabbed my thigh playfully more than once. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

It seemed like we had been apart for weeks instead of the short time we had actually been broken up.

Once I got into his house, I fell to my knees and hugged Pearl with enthusiasm. I can’t believe I had missed Pearl so much, considering we had only had her a few days. No matter – she was family, and I was thrilled to be reunited with her again.

Pearl woofed at me, and she knocked me on my butt with her happy greeting in return. Grayson let her out in the backyard to take care of her doggy business.

He turned to face me. “What do you want for breakfast, sweetheart? You name it, and I’ll figure out how to make it.”

I smiled at him with affection, but I didn’t reply. Instead, I started unbuttoning his uniform, moving slowly.

Grayson caught on at once. “Alright. A Grayson buffet. You lucky, lucky girl.”

That surprised a laugh out of me, and I hit him in the shoulder.

Grayson turned mock serious at once. “Ma’am, I do believe you just assaulted an officer.”

“Who me? I’m innocent, sir.” I pouted, and he grabbed both my wrists and held them in one strong grip.

He whipped me around, so my back was to him. It was so fast I didn’t have time to think or react. “Put your hands on top of your head, ma’am. Interlock your fingers.”

I obeyed, intrigued. Where was this going?

“Spread your legs apart.” His deep voice was such a turn on.

I spread my legs a bit. Grayson immediately responded by kicking my legs further apart with his booted feet.

Such a simple move, but it caused me to get so wet. I bit my lip to hold back an excited whimper.

With one big hand resting on my hands at the top of my head, Grayson used his other hand to swiftly pat me down. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a standard pat down because his hand managed to grope both my breasts and my pussy before he was finished.

Grayson grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my hand. I had to drop my hands to help him get the shirt off, and he took my bra off next.

“I didn’t tell you to drop your hands, ma’am.” His tone was harsher now.

“I couldn’t get that shirt off with my hands on my head.” I protested because, logic.

“Ma’am, you have the right to remain silent. I suggest you exercise that right unless you want to moan my name.” He nipped my earlobe as he spoke, and I trembled from the force of my desire for him.

This whole scene with him was so corny, but so damn hot all at the same time.

Something cold and hard touched my wrists, and before I could blink, Grayson had me handcuffed with both hands behind my back.

“Grayson!” I struggled to free myself, but he stopped me. My heart was beating wildly in anticipation.

“Don’t fight the cuffs. They will hurt you. Here, let me lock them in place so they won’t tighten up more.” His voice had softened, and I heard rustling behind me as he adjusted the cuffs. “Okay, sweetheart?”

I nodded.

Grayson cupped both my breasts from behind and pulled on my nipples. My head fell back against his shoulder.

“I remember a certain woman who was obsessed with handcuffs when we first met.” He pressed an open mouth kiss on my neck.

“Mmm.” That was all I had. His kisses were blissful, awakening sinful sensations all over my body. I wanted more.

Grayson guided me toward the bedroom. Once inside, he pushed me onto the bed gently, and I landed on my back. He grabbed the waistband of my yoga pants and tugged them off, taking my panties with them.

I was naked beneath him. Naked and ready for whatever he desired.

Grayson started with the bottoms of my feet. Licking, teasing, and biting, he made his way to my toes and sucked once or twice. I wiggled, confused by the unexpected pleasure. He pressed gentle kisses on my ankles and calves before licking the soft spots behind my knees.

My thighs fell open. Grayson smirked up at me, and then he blew his warm breath across my pussy. I ground my pussy against his face, and he laughed at my enthusiasm.

“Don’t be bad, Lucy. Patience.” He licked my clit, and I moaned.

Lapping at my pussy, he finally took mercy on me and sucked me, hard, with both hands on my backside.

“Please, Grayson.” My voice was faint.

“Please, what?” He licked me again, savoring the taste of me. He hummed his pleasure against my clit, and I came undone.

I arched off the bed with the force of my orgasm, and he made another pleased sound against my body. Grayson continued his path upward, placing more open-mouthed kissed against my stomach before claiming my breasts.

He spent long moments there, licking and tweaking the hard points. He watched my face to gauge my reactions to each different kind of touch he tried, memorizing what got to me.

Grayson was such a gifted lover.

“I want to touch you, too.” I did want to touch him. I wanted to slide my hands all over his warm skin. I wanted to feel every contour of his hard, muscular body. I wanted to lick his six-pack abs and suck his cock.

I wanted it all, but I was cuffed.

Grayson smiled and captured my mouth in a passionate kiss. Nose to nose, I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved my hips against him. His utility belt was in my way, and I made a noise of exasperation.

He sat back and finished removing his shirt and his belt. He quickly undid his pants and freed his beautiful cock. Shoving his pants down just far enough to let him move without restrictions, Grayson pulled my thighs open and thrust into me. He used so much force I slid up the bed, so I wrapped myself around him again and hung on for the ride.

“That’s it.” He murmured against my kiss, still pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. “Ride with me, baby.”

So I did. We matched our rhythms together and became one in every sense of the word. My clit rubbed against Grayson’s body, throwing off sparks of intense sensation.

His thrusts were wet and hot, and soon he was making his helpless caveman grunts as he gave into his own desires. A new orgasm started for me, and the contractions in my pussy sent him right over the edge. He groaned into my shoulder, and I relished his ragged breathing and sweaty body.

I did this. I made him feel this way. I could never get enough of Grayson Jackson.

“I love you.” Grayson was still panting, but he raised his head and looked me in the eyes. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, too.” And I was never going to let him go again.