by Nikki Sex
Grant taking me.
Using me.
Filling me. Oh yes!
I clear my throat and swallow hard.
“Do you?” I manage to choke out. “When did you come up with this plan of yours?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, but I finally figured out exactly what to do while I was going down to get the pizza.”
Grant ‘going down’ for pizza takes on a whole new meaning. How does that work? It cracks me up, easing my extreme arousal. Stupid jokes fly through my mind, most of them having to do with; ‘meat lovers,’ and ‘sausages,’ and ‘if I don’t come in thirty minutes, is the pizza free?’
“What?” he asks, confused by my laughter. “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head. “You don’t think it’s funny? While going down for pizza, you figured out your big plan of seduction. Did you think it would work as a pickup line? Hey baby, how about sex and a pizza? No? What's wrong? Don't you like pizza?”
Laughter bubbles from his throat, when I explain all the silly jokes going through my mind.
He strides into the bathroom and I hear the shower as I tidy up and pull back the covers on our bed. When he comes out, he’s wearing the bathrobe that matches mine.
“Want to use the restroom?” he asks.
“Yes, thank you.” I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. When I’m done and I open the bathroom door, Grant is standing right there.
I peer around him but see the bedroom is now pitch black. Grant has drawn the blackout curtains. No lights are on in the room. The only light comes from a digital clock at the bedside and of course, the bathroom light, behind me.
Grant stands before me, a smile flickering in his eyes and around his mouth. There’s lust in his features and also a glint of wry humor. Still, I can’t help but be daunted. He seems so damned big—his body fills the entire doorway.
I sense no air of vulnerability, uncertainty or nervousness in him. He’s comfortable and at ease, which ratchets up my desire to instant overload.
Jesus, is this man finally going to let himself go?
My pulse spikes and heat pools between my legs. “What’s up?” I ask, licking my lips. “Why is it so dark in here?”
Grant’s sexy grin enchants me. “You like the dark because you enjoy climbing into that box of yours. Darkness is safe and private. I think I’ll be more comfortable in the dark too.”
“Oh,” I say, my whole body zinging with electricity. “Yes, dark can be good.”
Grant takes off his bathrobe and throws it across a nearby chair. He stands in front of me, utterly naked and as hot as hell. Perfectly sculpted, he’s like the marble statue of a Greek God.
My gaze roams over his face, his broad shoulders and muscular chest, moving lower and converging on his proudly upstanding cock.
It’s huge.
Jesus! Did someone just suck all the air out of this room?
My body stills, my mind goes blank. I’m pretty sure my heart has somehow been transported lower—it’s now beating furiously between my legs. I feel it throbbing, thundering like a pulse right there.
Grant stares at me, aware of my aching arousal. I don’t know how, but he knows. His nostrils flare.
What? Oh my God. Can he smell me?
“Lose the robe,” he growls in a low, husky voice.
I tremble, as everything within me—everything I am, responds to his erotic command. I make a tiny sound as I untie my robe, and let it drop behind me at my feet.
Holy shit, he’s so damned sexy!
Grant nods his approval at my compliance, but his lips are pressed together in a firm line. I recognize his single-minded expression.
Grant wants to fuck me.
He has the confident look of a man who fully expects to get what he wants.
Raw, intense and strangely imposing, he holds out his hand to me. I need the support—my knees feel as if they’re about to buckle. They barely hold me up.
Somehow, I manage to place my smaller palm in his. The contact of his warm flesh on mine burns like a brand. Everything about Grant utterly disarms me.
I can’t speak. There’s no oxygen getting to my brain. I’m pretty sure all of my blood flow has migrated south to my swollen, tingling breasts and my pulsing clit.
“Why don’t you turn off the light, darlin’?” he murmurs in his sexy, Texas drawl.
As if hypnotized, I keep my eyes on his.
Then I turn off the bathroom light.
Chapter 43.
“Sex is an act of pleasure and an expression of love. How better to communicate one’s deepest feelings than without the clumsy use of words?”
— André Chevalier
~~~
Renata Koreman
I don’t mind being in charge in the bedroom—it can be super, sexy fun. Dominating André had been a real hoot. However, considering Grant’s history, I don’t think having another person direct his actions is such a good idea.
Control was wrested from him by his abuser when he was a child. As Grant got older, even his body betrayed him, reacting in ways he didn’t want. During sexual therapy, he needs to take back that sense of power and control.
Right now, Grant is hot as hell and he isn’t in any way tentative. He knows what he wants and doesn’t hesitate to go for it.
This is the real Grant Wilkinson, the I’m-in-command and you’ll-follow-my-orders, Grant. This is who he is beneath the emotional fallout of his abuse—he’s a confident, no nonsense, dominant, alpha male.
From the moment Grant takes my hand, he’s running the show.
Hallelujah!
In one smooth motion, he pulls me against him, my back to his chest. His left arm clasps around my stomach, capturing me and pulling us close. Scorching hot and throbbing, Grant’s solid erection rests heavily between the cheeks of my bottom.
I sigh deeply with genuine pleasure as I absorb the heat that radiates from every part of him.
One touch from him and I soften, pliant and willing under his firm hands. The feel of his hard, muscular body against mine is amazing. His skin is warm and smooth, his abs taut.
The fingers of his right hand thread through my hair, pushing it all to one side. Grant doesn’t let go, instead he firmly pulls on the strands, tilting my head to the side to expose the arch of my neck.
I moan, more than happy for him to have as much access there as he likes.
Jesus! How does he know hair pulling does it for me? Or that my neck is a serious erogenous zone—one of my most blistering of hot spots. There is direct wiring from that spot to every nerve in my body.
God, I love this position—the feel of him firmly holding me and fondling me so intently is glorious. I throw back my head and raise my arm, running my fingers through his soft hair.
The total darkness makes everything seem so much more intense. His scent. The sound of our breathing. The feel of his hot flesh and his calloused fingers.
My whole world is focused on him as he takes control of everything, doing as he pleases—stroking, caressing and ruthlessly driving me toward orgasm.
Grant’s lips are warm and soft. They brush against my temple, exploring along the line of my jaw and down my neck, throat and collarbone. He leaves a trail of kisses and nips, branding me with wet heat, sending shivers rippling down my spine.
I tremble under his touch.
He licks behind my ear and when I respond with a helpless whimper, he does it again. His mouth remains open against my skin, deliciously sliding along my flesh. His tongue and teeth excite me as his hot breath pushes me further into ecstasy.
Goosebumps rise across my skin.
Within moments he reduces me to a quivering mass of jangling nerve endings—all sensation, pleasure and brutal need. I’m barely in control of my body at all.
When he gently nips my earlobe, I gasp out loud. This bite of pleasure-pain sends an electric jolt right down between my legs. He eases the small nip with a sensual caress of his tongue.
“You liked that,” he rasps, as his sweet breath fans my throat in a warm caress.
“Mmm,” I murmur.
“Good,” he replies, continuing to nibble and suck my earlobe, throat and neck.
Both of his hands begin to purposefully run up and down my body, traveling along my thighs, my stomach and my back, caressing the curves of my ass. He’s leisurely stroking every inch of me, except he’s avoiding touching the places I most want him to touch—the wicked tease!
The scent of sex, man and my own arousal, perfumes the air. My God, it smells divine!
If I could package his scent, every woman would become addicted, as I have. He’s like a drug and I’m hooked. I’ve been desperate and hanging out, dying for him to touch me for way too long. I’ve needed my Grant fix!
Now I'm high… on him.
Warm and heavy, my breasts ache for his touch. One of his hands slides up to fondle and squeeze them—thank God! It’s such a relief, that I reward him with a moan.
“Yes,” he whispers, “That feels good to me, too.”
“Mmm.”
With the tips of his fingers, his other hand traces sexy circles on my hips and thighs.
My empty core clenches and throbs, starved for his attention. Why is he ignoring my wet, swollen folds? Is he deliberately neglecting my clit?
Damn, I need him! I really want him to press his hand between my legs.
With a forefinger and thumb, he gently tugs and rolls my nipples. I inhale sharply, reveling in the sensation.
“Mmm,” he murmurs and repeats the caress.
I’m so incredibly turned on! I whimper, sigh, moan and pant. I thrash, squirm and shift restlessly. I can’t remain quiet or still—every single thing he does to me feels so damn good!
“I love the sounds you make for me,” he growls.
“That’s good,” I pant. “I don’t think I can stop. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Grant bites me, holding me with his teeth between my shoulder and neck. It takes me by surprise. I’m caught so off guard, I instantly become motionless.
His bite is so primal and raw! It’s something a male animal would do to control and claim their mate. I absolutely love it.
“I’ll never stop wanting you,” he says, as he releases me.
His words are exactly what I’ve longed to hear. He encircles my hips with proprietary intimacy, holding me in place with his big warm hands. He pulls me even closer until our bodies join skin to skin, thighs, hips, torso—we merge together.
Our pure, profound connection is wondrous. I can no longer tell where I end and where he begins.
He’s possessing me.
Owning me.
I belong to him.
“Yes!” I gasp. “I want you, Grant.”
My pulse kicks up further—it’s already racing. I’m soaked with sweat, and I feel a trickle of moisture traveling down along the sensitive skin between my thighs. I’ll come within moments of him touching my clit.
“Please,” I beg breathlessly. “Please!”
“It won’t take much to make you come, will it?” he asks, and I can hear the awe in his voice.
“No,” I gasp. “Please, Grant!”
“Soon.”
“You’re so bad!” I tell him.
“But I’m trying to be good.”
I chuckle. “You are good. But when you’re good—you’re really, really bad.”
He chuckles. “Did you just give me a compliment?”
“Damn right.”
Even in the darkness, I swear I can sense him smile.
Without warning, Grant pinches my nipple. A zing of excruciating pleasure shoots straight to my pussy, causing a spasm of sensual delight.
“Oh, God!” I jerk and cry out.
“You like that,” he says—it’s a statement, not a question.
“Yes, yes,” I moan, my whole body aching with the erotic sensation. “I love everything you’re doing. I need more. Please!”
“Yes, all right.” From the tone of his voice I can tell he’s pleased with himself. “I want to play with your cunt, but I don’t want you to come yet. Can you restrain yourself?”
“Grant!” I wail, nearly weeping with frustration.
“If you can’t wait, that’s OK, darlin’,” he reassures me, still erotically twisting and tugging my nipples. “I’d enjoy seeing just how much you can take. I’d like you to come when I tell you to, but if you can’t, no problem. I understand.”
Jeez Louise, now I want to rein in my arousal and hold on. Otherwise, I’ll be letting him down. I don’t know if I can, but I want to, for him.
Hot damn, he’s a natural Dominant.
André would be impressed.
“I’ll try,” I tell him and when he doesn’t reply, I add, “I’ll try really hard.”
“You’re so good to me, Renata,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear. “You have no idea how much it means to me, that you’ll allow me to play with you like this.”
“I love it!” I cry out.
Grant chuckles. “It’s fun and so damn sexy—taking control of your body. I promise that I’ll make sure it’s worth it, gorgeous. I’ll never get tired of this. I want to feel you come again and again, all night long. You make me so fucking hot.”
Holy shit!
I’m not sure what to call the sound I make in response. It’s long and low… sort of a strangled groan.
Grant is supporting my weight; I can barely stand. I’m sweating, I’m panting and I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode.
“I want to play with your cunt now, Renata,” he says. “Would you like that?”
“Please!”
“Don’t come yet.”
I clench my hands into fists. “I won’t,” I promise, determined to restrain myself.
One strong arm holds me by the waist as he runs his fingers over the mound of my sex, and along my inner thighs. Feverish and trembling, I gasp when he trails them along the dripping seam of my slit, gently caressing the swollen flesh at my entrance.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,” he murmurs.
“I need you,” I cry out, instinctively rocking my hips, writhing and bucking against him. I want him inside of me—now!
Grant stills, then laughs. For a moment, his laughter shakes me out of my sexual fog.
“What’s so funny?” I ask in a breathy but irritated voice, completely unable to see anything amusing about this situation.
In response, he presses the palm of his hand against my mound, pushing against me—pressing down on my clit. His scorching touch is incendiary, waking every nerve ending I have. I moan helplessly and grind myself against his palm.
Gently, he continues to run his fingers up and down the length of my folds, probing and teasing, but never pushing inside.
My entire body grows taut in response. It’s an effective distraction.
I can’t remember my own name, much less recall what I just asked him.
“I’m not laughing at you,” he says. His husky voice rolls over me, sounding so intimate and sensual in the dark. “I’m simply enjoying myself tremendously. I know you and I now realize I also understand your body—what it likes, what it wants.”
I’m unable to form words. A long, low groan comes out of me, clawing its way out of my chest. This erotic torment is both excruciating and divine.
“You need my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, please!”
He hesitates for a moment, his breathing harsh and sporadic. “I’m gonna give you everything you need, Renata.”
“God, Grant, yes, yes,” I beg him, wanton with desire. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I chant.
“Not yet.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Will you let me come?” I plead, shocked by the whiny, desperate urgency in my voice.
“Yes, of course—when I say so. I’m going to play with your lovely swollen clit right now. Tell me when you’re a
lmost there. Will you do that for me?”
Trying to think and talk proves challenging in my current state. After a moment, I answer, “I’m almost there right now!”
He laughs again. It’s a beautiful sound. “But you won’t come, right?”
I pause. “No.”
“Good girl,” he says, and begins circling my pulsing nub with one slick thumb. “You’re too good. So good and unbelievably sexy. I can’t believe how lucky I am. I love how turned on you get when I touch you.”
“It’s you, Grant,” I gasp, arching toward him. “Only you. You turn me on like nothing else.”
His seeking fingers continue to probe my inner and outer lips, still without actually entering me—the bastard! Meanwhile, his thumb keeps circling my throbbing clit, intermittently brushing against the swollen bundle of nerves with long, soft strokes.
I cry out, jackknifing with the pleasure of it each time.
Grant is clearly in no hurry.
I feel as if I’m trapped inside a dark, blissful dream, teetering right on the edge of orgasm. It’s like a near-death experience of pure pleasure.
Grant is all that holds me upright—my legs gave out ages ago. The same hand that embraces me, occasionally fondles the supple roundness of my heavy breasts, or casually reaches up to tug on a tender nipple.
Urgent and needy, I crave him. I’m mindless with my need for completion.
How did he figure out how to do this? Where did he get this talent?
As he continues to torment me, Grant murmurs soft and super sexy words of encouragement into my ear. He praises me, telling me how beautiful I am—how hot I make him and how badly he wants to fuck me.
He really, really wants to fuck me, thank God!
His seductive voice, his hot breath and his words of need excite me beyond anything I’ve ever known. I may burst into flame if he doesn’t thrust his hard cock deep inside of me soon.
I cry out when his solid shaft begins to pump in the sensitive valley between my buttocks. My pussy clenches hard. This sudden and unexpected anal stimulation on top of everything else he’s been doing to me almost sends me over the top.
“You like that?” he says, and there’s surprise in his voice. I don’t think he meant to rub himself up against me. That humping movement must have been unintentional.