“I didn’t expect you to make a decision right then. I wanted you to take your time and think about it,” he replied and I took in a sharp breath. We were veering from the topic. I wanted to keep talking about the kiss. If this was the only chance I’d have to get close to Grant again, I was going to take it. He was going to buy my company, what else could I have to lose? My mind! But I wasn’t thinking about it then. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss all day, and I wanted more.
“You were right Grant,” I said in a soft voice and licked my lips. His eyes fell to my lips and then swung down to my breasts. “It was nice to see you again,” I added.
He lunged at me. Closing the space between us with one quick step. His arms snapped around me and he pulled me to his body. Our lips were locked together and he groaned. This time, our kiss wasn’t as gentle and surprising. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I welcomed him in. I wasn’t going to waste any time, I jutted my hips out to meet his body and he leaned me backwards.
I could taste him in my mouth. My hands found his shoulders and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was leaning me backwards, lower and lower as we kissed. Desperately, like we’d been hungry for days.
My hands fumbled with his t-shirt and I slid it up his torso. He pulled his face away from me and I rolled his t-shirt up, over his head and flung it to the floor.
Grant’s fingers found the inside of my thigh and he gently started sliding my dress up. I moaned lightly and he looked up at me and smiled. Then his eyes fell to my breasts and he let go of my thighs. Still holding my waist with one arm, his other hand went up my body. He squeezed my breasts once and then found the zip on the side of my dress.
It was happening. It was actually happening! I bit down on my lip as he pulled the zip down. I was in Grant Jennings’ arms. My dress slid off and he helped push it off my shoulders and it fell down my legs to the floor. I was now only in my blue lace bra and panties.
Grant finally let me go. I stumbled backwards and gawked at him. His torso was bare, chiseled like he was a piece of crafted woodwork. His skin was the color of sand, and his stomach was flat with a thin trail of dark hair disappearing down the front of his pants.
I could feel myself growing wet. When Grant was done looking at me, he undid his pants. I licked my lips, with my heart beating out of my chest. His pants slid down and I saw the definition of his athletic thighs. He was strong and rugged and not ashamed of his body. While I could feel goosebumps on my skin, my body was on fire. I was unashamedly staring at him.
Next, with his eyes on me, Grant hooked his thumbs on the elastic of his boxers and started sliding it down. I gasped dramatically as his cock came into view. He had a raging hard on. A proud throbbing cock hung between his legs and he grabbed it in his hand.
“Is this why you’re here?” he asked me and I looked up at his face. Grant’s features were darkened, his blue eyes had narrowed and a glazed look had come over his face. He was staring at me like he wanted to devour me.
“Maybe,” I said weakly and I watched as he began stroking himself. The wetness between my legs grew sticky and hot. I could feel the knots in my stomach tightening. That was exactly why I was there!
“On the floor, now,” he said in a commanding voice and I had no idea why I did what I was told. Never before would I have just done what I was told, especially by him. But I was mesmerized by his body, by what he could do to me. By what he was already doing to me by just standing there naked in front of me. I wanted him inside me. Right away.
I got down on my knees on the rug on the wooden floor. We were still in the foyer, with glass walls around us. Any moment someone could just drive up and knock on his front door. It was thrilling to know that.
Grant took a few steps towards me and now he was standing over me. His throbbing hard cock hung over me and I looked up at it. I wanted to plead with him to do something, to quench this feeling inside me.
“On your back and spread your legs, Beverley,” he said, in the same authoritative voice. I gulped and did what I was told again. I got on my back and gingerly I spread my legs. Grant hadn’t touched me in some time, and I was yearning for his touch.
So, when he kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my ankles, I gasped again. He smiled, keeping his eyes on my face.
“I’m going to get rid of this now,” he said and slowly, he started rolling down my panties. I had to bring my legs closer together again so he could take it off, and he flung it away from him.
I was shy again. He was looking directly at me, at my swollen wet center that was throbbing in anticipation for his cock. Grant clenched his jaw, like he was planning what to do and then he looked at me again.
“Do you want me to stop now?” he asked, with his brows crossed. I shook my head quickly. There was no way I wanted him to stop. Grant stretched my legs apart again, by just holding my ankles and he wedged himself closer to me, closer to my center.
I arched my back up towards him, trying to reach him that way and he smiled again. He lowered himself, his hands trailing up now. When he gripped my waist, I arched my back again and then I felt his mouth on me. Just a flick of his tongue and I moaned.
“Relax, Beverley,” I heard his muffled voice and I took in a deep breath. He held me tightly as I felt his tongue slide into me. Grant’s tongue was inside me. He was finally inside me! I was ready to explode right away. I wouldn’t be able to bear it for much longer. Keeping me in place, he started thrusting his tongue in and out of me. I moved my hips to the rhythm and couldn’t control my moans any more.
In a few moments, while he kept his mouth pressed to my wet center, his hands found my breasts. Through my bra, he flicked my nipples as he continued to suck and thrust into me. I knew I was close to the edge. I was going to fall over very soon, the quickest I’d ever come. All because I’d waited for this for so long.
Then he moved his hand, lower again to find my swollen clit. With his thumb he started stroking it, keeping
his tongue sliding in and out of me with an increased speed. The slippery sound of his tongue inside me, the stroking of my clit, his other hand playing with my stiff nipple…it was all too much. He had pushed me over the edge and my body gave up.
My orgasm came as a shock and my body shuddered. Grant didn’t stop. He kept pumping into me with his tongue as I felt myself explode. I had no control over my voice either, and I shouted out his name repeatedly, begging him to not stop. I felt my toes curl and I grabbed fistfuls of his hair in my hand. His beard scratched the tender skin around my clit, he kept going till my body finally stopped jerking.
I was still in a daze. My soul was still recovering as it started slowly sliding down back to reality. I sensed him moving, sliding his tongue out of me, shifting to a sitting position. When reality hit me, it hit me hard and I jerked myself up and my hands flew to where his mouth had been.
A smile formed on Grant’s face as he looked at me, he was breathing heavily as well.
“You know how long I’ve waited to do that to you?” he said and I realized that I had my nostrils flared. I was ashamed that he had made me so vulnerable, that he had pushed me to drop all my defenses.
“You can have my company, Grant,” I said and stood up from the floor. I scrambled towards my clothes while he remained sitting on the floor.