Page 108 of Crash and Burn

Grant scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom as I clung on to him. He tossed me onto the bed and quickly joined me. He peeled off my skirt as he crawled up between my spread legs. With a deft snap of his fingers my bra was removed, leaving me topless. He returned to sucking at my neck while massaging my bare breasts.

I squirmed and writhed, taking delight in the way he knew my body so intimately. Grant could push every button with pinpoint accuracy and send me spiraling upward with ease.

Before long I was tugging at his belt insistently.

“I thought this was supposed to be a massage?” he asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Massage over,” I demanded. “Sex now.”

He chuckled in amusement as I undid his belt and stripped him bare within seconds. I was already wet and needy and didn’t want to wait any longer. I took him in my hand and guided him toward my entrance.

He groaned out loud as he sunk in deep. The head of his cock dragged against the most sensitive parts of me, causing stars to flicker across my eyes with every push and pull.

"Fuck, Liz..." he groaned before capturing my lips in a heated kiss, as if words weren't enough to express what he was feeling.

I understood the sentiment, because my own mind was flying free, floating in a haze of pleasure. The only thing that existed was the two of us on this bed. The rest of the world fell away until all that was left was me and Grant and the motion of our bodies.

Finally, the pleasure became too much for both of us and with loud cries we came in unison, finding our mutual release.

We trembled together as we slowly floated back down to earth. I moaned as the aftershocks zipped through my body. We were wrapped in each other's arms with Grant clutching me to his chest. He pressed kisses all over my cheeks, nose and chin as we caught our breath. I snuggled down into his embrace and relished his warmth surrounding me.

“Are you feeling more relaxed now?” he asked.

“Much.” I hummed in pleasure, stretching out my arms and legs before flopping over and covering his body with mine. “That was one hell of a massage. Thank you for your thorough efforts.”

“Liz.”

I looked up at him. Grant’s eyes were oddly serious. He cupped my face with both hands and stared at me straight on. When he spoke again, there was no hesitation, no awkward pause, no doubt or confusion at all.

“I love you,” he said.

My heart ached sweetly in my chest. It had taken us a long time to get to this point. Now that we had, Grant made sure to say those words as often as he could.

“I know,” I said with a smile. “You tell me every day.”

“And I’ll continue telling you every day.”

Grant pressed a kiss to the center of my forehead and gathered me up in his arms.

“I’ll tell you every day for the rest of our lives.”

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