Page 48 of Yours, Always
She watched a sleeping Greyson and still couldn’t believe it. He was there, in her bed, with her. She reached over and trailed a finger down his cheek, the stubble of his beard was rough to her touch. She continued her descent, running her fingers over his lips, his chin, his chest. He smiled but kept his eyes closed. She toyed with the hair that led down to where she wanted to touch.
He twitched.
“You’re not ticklish, are you, Greyson?’” she asked, stroking him under the blanket.
“I’m not so much ticklish as I am impatient.” He threw the covers off his legs and showed his impressive erection jutting forward. “I find myself very impatient.”
“I can’t believe that after last night we’re both still so ready.” She straddled him, rubbing herself along his length, teasing him with her wetness. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, stroking him as she went.
“I will always be ready for you, Prudence,’” he said, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure.
Prudence lifted herself and slowly took him into her. She groaned, with both ecstasy and pain. She hadn’t been this sore in a long time, perhaps ever, but that wouldn’t stop her. It would never stop her with Greyson. Being with him was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her. Every inch of her skin that touched Greyson’s burned, a delicious heat that she sought out. His hands were calloused, more so than she’d thought a movie star’s would be, and the feel of them lightly brushing her back made her shiver, causing her to pulse over him, taking him even deeper. He grabbed her ass to urge her on, but she resisted the pace he was trying to set. She wanted every movement to be deliberate, every thrust tojusthit the spot she wanted. Needed.
She moved, setting her own languid pace, her hands on his chest, leaning forward to kiss him. Greyson took her tongue into his mouth, mimicking what her body was doing with his. He pulled away and tried anew to spur her into a vigorous speed and grinned when she restrained him once again.
“You want it slow?” He gently flexed his hips, barely moving them.
Prudence exhaled. “Slow?” She leaned forward, sliding her breasts up his chest, almost letting him slip out before moving back down. “I want this to never end.” And she didn’t. She moved with such focus, every part of her being centered on where they were joined, her mind repeating one word.Mine. She let her orgasm build, almost peaking then easing off until Greyson was ready.Together. Only after she felt Greyson climax did she let herself go.
“I don’t think I ever want to leave this house.” Greyson’s words echoed hers from before.
“I don’t think we ever should.” Prudence smiled into his chest. It felt so right to doze off after making love to Greyson. Something she couldn’t imagine doing a day ago was now her reality. Her breathing steadied, matching his own until she bolted upright. “Tater tot casserole!” she exclaimed as she moved off him to the side of the bed.
“I’d prefer you call out my name, or a nice ‘oh God’ would do, but I guess if this is your preference I’ll take it,” Greyson lounged with one arm above his head, a bemused smile on his face.
“No, Greyson, it’s Tater Tot Tuesday. The Fall Festival? The Blue-Ribbon contest is during lunch this afternoon. The winner gets a trophy and I’ve still got to make my casserole.”
“I’ll buy you a hundred trophies if you stay in bed with me all day. Most Beautiful Redhead, Most Delectable Derriere, World’s Best Kisser, ohh, Best Blow Job.”
“As tempting as it is, Greyson”—she shivered as he trailed a finger over her breast—“this is about the glory. Mrs. Crenshaw has won the Blue Ribbon five years running and I’m determined that I’ll unthrone her.” Prudence stood then kissed him. “I’m going to take a shower, want to join me? You can finish on me instead of the shower wall this time.”
An hour, and a heavenly amount of shower sex later, Greyson and Prudence were in her kitchen going through the cabinets to pull out ingredients for the hotdish.
“Do you know why they call it a casserole?” Greyson asked as he pulled out a bag of tater tots from the freezer. “I like hotdish much better. I like to think that fifties housewives tempted their husbands with their hot dishes.”
Prudence made her shoulders shimmy. “I’ve got some tater tots for you,” she said as provocatively as she could while giggling.
“Mmmm.” Greyson pretended to ponder. “I’ll raise you one big package of beef.”
Prudence leaned against the counter wiping tears from her eyes as she laughed. “No more puns,” she pleaded.
Greyson’s eyebrows rose. “You mean, after your ladies’ night pun rampage you’re finally done?”
“I was hoping you’d let that go.”
“You think I’d let ‘You should see my big flatbed’ or ‘I’m throwing out candy at the parade and I hope I get my tootsie rolled’ go? No way in hell, Pru.”
Prudence held up her hand. “I had way too much wine that night! Plus, I was still hurting that you didn’t remember our making out. I guess sexual puns were my way of blowing off steam.”
Greyson put his arms around Prudence. “I’ve got something you can blow.”
Prudence shoved at his shoulder. “After we make the casserole, we can talk about it.”
“Okay, okay.” Greyson let go of Prudence and grabbed the cookbook. “Where do we start?”
“Let’s brown the hamburger first.” Prudence set a pan on the stove. “Really, this casserole is so easy, I don’t know what Mrs. Crenshaw does to win every year. What else do you think she puts in it?”
“Do you really want to know?”