Page 88 of Crossover
Water dripped down our cheeks as Grayson’s hand teased me, coming so close to where I needed it that I arched my hips, desperate to meet its touch.
And then, finally, he slipped his finger between my folds.
My head rocked back, water spraying my face as Grayson’s mouth trailed angry kisses down my jaw, down my throat, while he wiggled his finger over the sensitive bud.
I needed him inside of me, his hips pressing against my inner thighs, his body on top of mine, but for now, his fingers circled me, making the ache in my belly climb even higher.
Grayson trailed his mouth up my throat, my jaw, and waited until I opened my eyes—drops of water collecting on my eyelashes—as he plunged two fingers inside of me.
When my jaw dropped open, his lips curled to one side in satisfaction. Right now, he had complete control over me, and he knew it. He could bring me to the brink, or make me beg, or leave me unsatisfied if he wanted to punish me. Instead, he pulled his fingers out slowly to the knuckles, then pushed them hard and punishingly deeper into my body.
I clutched his shoulders for dear life as he watched my face, pulling his hand out slightly, then back in, curving his fingers this time to hit that internal bundle of nerves.
“You like that, Kitten?” He brushed his lips over mine.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “I’m getting so close.”
A rumble of his growl vibrated against my mouth as he pumped harder and faster, and then he added his thumb to the sensitive bud between my legs, swirling it with perfection. My thighs began to tremble around him, my hips rocking against his hand.
“I’m so close,” I moaned.
But suddenly, he withdrew his fingers.
My eyes shot open, angry and desperate. For a second, I was scared he’d stopped, but he gripped my waist.
“Put your hands on the wall,” Grayson demanded, spinning me around and pulling my hips out.
As I spread my legs wide, my ass got pelted with hot water while Grayson slid two fingers back inside of me.
I groaned.
Holding my hip with his left hand, he pumped his fingers harder into me. I pressed my forehead against the cold porcelain of the shower, but all I could focus on was the heat between my legs as Grayson worked me from behind. He groaned through the motions of his hand, and when I looked back over my shoulder, I noted the raw desire on his face.
He watched his fingers slip inside of me, my body taking every inch he gave, and when my moans grew more intense, Grayson growled, locked eyes with me, and shoved his fingers harder into my body.
My mouth fell open.
“You like that, don’t you?” he accused smugly.
He watched my face as my orgasm climbed higher and higher.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.
“You close for me, Kitten?”
“So close.”
Grayson suddenly spun me, dropped to his knees, and lifted my foot onto the edge of the tub. Before spearing me with his tongue.
“Ohhh…” My eyes rolled in the back of my head while he licked that sensitive bud, swirling his tongue over it.
Slipping his two fingers inside of me once more.
What a view I had right now. With me, my sex open for him, Grayson’s head between my legs, pumping his fingers in and out of me while he swirled his tongue along the apex of my sex.Above us, the shower water beat down on us mercilessly, steam swirling between our bodies that glistened with fallen droplets.
He moved his mouth from side to side, groaning so his voice vibrated against my sensitive flesh.
I reached down and clutched his wet hair, watching as he swirled his tongue over my sensitive nub and sucked, pumping and working his fingers to the tune of my body until I could feel the orgasm climbing higher and higher.