Page 64 of Accepting Fate

“Get out of your head and kiss me,” he says in a growl against my lips.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I do as he says and deepen the kiss. His tongue pokes at my lips and I open for him.

Grayson grips my hips gently and moves so my legs straddle his lap. Pulling back, his eyes darken as they stare at my lips. I go to kiss him, but he shakes his head.

“Where does your back hurt?” he asks.

Ugh. Why the hell does he want to know this right now? My shorts are getting more wet by the second and I know that when I stand there will be a wet spot on his jeans. But I don’t care. It’s been months and I need something other than toys to get me off.

I can tell by the look on his face I won’t get out of this question. Taking his hand in mine, I place it just below the top of my shorts, along my spine, and move it over the top of my right hip bone to my side, showing him rather than telling him where it hurts.

He moves his hand along the path a few more times. I can feel his dick straining in his pants underneath me. His big hands squeeze my ass and he crashes his lips against mine. His kiss turns hungry, and he moves my hips against his jean-covered cock. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I press my center harder against his dick. A moan escapes my throat and I hear Grayson let out a low growl.

I press my chest further into his and against my will, a wince escapes me as a sharp pain shoots up my back. I try to act like it didn’t happen and tug on Grayson’s hair, but he pulls back.

“I’m okay. I promise," I'm quick to tell him, not wanting to stop.

He looks like he’s going to make me get up, but he hugs his arms around my waist and shifts us, so we are laying side by side on the couch.

Bracing himself on his elbow, he turns my face to meet his and kisses me.

When he pulls back, I go to take off my glasses, but he stops me.

“Leave them on,” he says in a tone so deep that I almost don’t recognize his voice.

I leave my glasses alone and try to pull him on top of me, but he doesn’t let me.

“No. I will crush you.”

I’m growing more and more frustrated by the second. I’m not one to be demanding in sex but if I don’t come soon, I will fucking explode.

Grayson’s lips hover over mine. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll take care of you.” He slowly moves his hand down the front of my shirt until he reaches the hem of my shorts.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

I understand that he is trying to be respectful and take things slow like I asked, but I need him to touch me already.

“Logan, I need you to tell me this is okay.”

I let out a sigh of frustration. “Yes, I promise I will tell you. Now please.” I buck my hips up against his hand which is a bad idea because my back screams in protest.

Grayson shoots me a warning look. “Don’t move. If you do, I will stop. I want to give you what you want, but I won’t do it if it causes you pain. Got it?”

I didn’t think I would like being told what to do when it comes to sex, but with Grayson – I love it.

“Got it.”

Grayson’s hand lowers below the hem of my shorts until he feels my wet pussy. His fingers work their way through my folds, and he lowers his head to my ear. “You're soaked, Angel.”

He slips a finger inside and my eyes roll back in my head, unable to take it anymore. “Grayson please.”

He kisses me and I thread my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He adds another finger and starts pumping them, starting out slow then increasing speed. My walls clench around them as he hits the spot in me that not even my vibrator can hit.

I moan into his mouth and that drives him to move faster. Using his thumb, he massages my clit.

Before I know it, I feel a tingle at the base of my spine, and I explode.

Grayson slows and my eyes slowly open as I come down from my high. He gives me a sexy evil smile and removes his hands from my shorts. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he inhales and puts them in his mouth.