Page 13 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You
Paige
Gray is licking an ice cream like it’s his favourite flavour, I wonder what his favourite is?
It must be that one because he’s making the same noises I make with a pistachio scoop.
I go to ask him which one it is, but his face is now a pistachio.
Huh? Weird. Oh, well, I think to myself, I’ll ask him later.
Ice cream is dripping onto my clit, but it’s warm, really warm.
Someone is massaging the ice cream into my pussy.
Why would someone do that? And why does it feel so good?
I look down, but I can’t make out what I’m seeing, everything starts to blur.
I come awake with a gasp, only to find I wasn’t really dreaming. Well, the pistachio and ice cream part was a dream, but Gray's head is between my legs, licking me. I don’t know how long he’s been down there, but my orgasm is close, so close.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my clit, then dives back in to eating me out. I throw my head back, arching my neck and groan out my release. He crawls up my body, taking my lips with his, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“This is how we should have woken up every morning.” With one arm braced by my head, his other reaches between us and rubs his cock against my soaking wet slit.
“Spread those legs for me, let me in, baby,” he groans, pushing my hips wider with his own, making room for himself.
He pushes forward, his cock forcing its way inside me.
No matter how many times we’ve had sex this weekend, how many times this man has been inside me, I still struggle to take him.
He doesn’t stop though; he gives me all of him at once.
He lowers his body to mine, bracing himself on his forearms, bracketing my head.
“This is where I belong, deep inside you. Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he kisses me, his tongue matching the thrusts of his cock.
His thrusts come harder, deeper, slamming into me.
“Fuuuck,” he rasps, “I can’t hold back with you.
” His hand finds my clit, massaging it with rough circles of his fingers.
My orgasm flutters to life, building with each rub of the pad of his finger, each thrust of his cock.
“Gray,” I gasp. My hands find his shoulders, my nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.
” His words tip me over, my body spasms under his, my pussy clenching around his cock.
With a roar, his arms straighten, he rises on to his knees and he really drives into me.
Giving me everything he has. I have to brace my hands against the headboard, his thrusts driving me up the mattress.
His head is thrown back, neck arched, eyes closed in pure bliss.
His hips falter and his thrusts turn erratic, it’s the only warning I get before he bellows his release, coating my inner walls with his cum, filling me completely.
After a few moments, he pulls out, looking down at where his cum is leaking from me.
“Goddamn it, baby, you make me think things I shouldn’t be thinking,” his voice is hoarse.
“What could you possibly be thinking while your cum is dripping from me?” I tease. I have a good idea where his thoughts have gone.
His eyes shoot to mine. “Knocking you up,” he whispers. “I can’t stop picturing you swollen with my baby. Goddamn it, Paige, I want to breed you.” His eyes close, his expression pained, the last two words are a guttural groan. “You’ve unlocked a kink I had no idea I had.”
“Hmmm,” I moan, “my man has a breeding kink.”
“It would appear so,” he huffs in disbelief. I stroke my hand along his jaw. It almost hurts to look at him, he’s so ridiculously handsome.
“It’s just as well I want that too then, isn’t it?
” His eyes snap open, his pupils widened in shock.
“Not right now,” I laugh at his expression.
“But one day, yes, I’d like you to get me pregnant.
First, however, I want to be living with the man and sharing the same name as him, before he pumps a baby into me.
” His forehead drops to mine with a growl.
“Soon,” he kisses me deeply before pulling away. Taking my hand, he pulls me off the bed with him, leading us to the bathroom. “Today, however, let’s watch your friend get married.”