Page 4 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

Paige

I t’s happening. I’m about to have sex with the hottest guy on the planet!

Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.

I mean, I just met him. I should care about that, right?

But I don’t. I really don’t. All I care about right now is getting him inside me.

He’s raised himself on to his knees, still on the bed, staring down at me.

“I said strip, Paige.” His voice has darkened, his body seems to have grown larger, more commanding, dominant. If I ever wondered if I would have any say in the bedroom with this man, he has just confirmed it. I don’t.

I sit up and grab the hem of my jumper, pulling it over my head to reveal my pink and orange lacy bra. I’ve never been so grateful to have sexy underwear on, I even have on the matching panties. I’m internally fist pumping .

“Fuck, baby, keep the bra on. Lose the jeans.” I kick off my shoes and socks and wriggle my jeans off, chucking them somewhere in the room.

His eyes take me in, his hand coming up to cover his mouth and chin.

His gaze roves over every inch of my body, so dark I can barely see the blue of his irises.

“Exquisite. You’re so goddamn gorgeous, baby. I don’t know what I want to do first.”

“Touch me. Please, Gray, I need you.” I’m aware I’m begging, but I’m beyond caring. I need this man so badly. He leans down, his hand resting by my head, his breath coasting over my cheek, towards my ear. His other hand runs along my body, eliciting goose bumps in its wake.

“Yeah, you need me, huh? What do you need, baby? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? What do you want first?” Oh God, he’s going to make me come from his words alone.

“Mouth, your mouth.” I can barely get the words out, I’m so ridiculously turned on.

“Where?”

“What?” My breath rushes out, I can’t think properly.

“Where do you want my mouth?” His lips nibble my ear, causing my brain to short circuit.

“Here!” I practically shout, grabbing my breasts. Chuckling, he lifts his head, his hand comes up to circle my right nipple over my bra.

“Here? You want my mouth here? You want me to suck your nipples?” How can his voice sound so sexy? Is it just because of the words he’s saying? I swear I’ve never heard such an attractive voice before, it's deep, raspy and hard.

“Yes,” I practically whimper.

He lowers his head and bites down on my nipple through my bra. It’s like he has a direct line to my clit and he hasn’t even taken my bra off yet. As if he can hear my thoughts, he pulls the cup down, thrusting what little I was given in the breast department up .

“Hmmm, so pretty,” he hums, before lowering his mouth again, and sucking my nipple into his mouth. Hard. I scream.

“That’s right, sweetheart, scream for me.

Let me hear what I’m doing to you.” He pulls the cup down on my other side, paying the same attention to my other breast. “I knew you’d taste good.

So fucking sweet. Perfect, you’re perfect for me.

” My hands are roaming all over him; his face, hair, neck, shoulders, anywhere I can reach.

He is so big, so broad. I never knew big men could be such a turn on.

“Oh God, you’re so big,” I moan into his neck. This man is turning me in to one hot mess.

He chuckles, and I realise how he took my words.

“I mean you, you’re big. You know your body, not your, uh, your cock.

Which I haven’t seen. So, I don’t know. Not to say it’s not big…

it’s just…oh God, I’m going to stop talking now.

” His head drops to my shoulder, his laughter making his body shake.

“Why didn’t you shut me up?” I groan, beyond embarrassed.

“I like your rambling. It means you’re flustered, and I did that to you.

It turns me on. But you’re right. You haven’t seen my, you know, uh, my cock.

” He’s taking the piss out of me, the bastard.

I can’t help but smile though. “So, we’ll have to remedy that.

” He climbs up off the bed, pulling me up to a sitting position as he does so.

His hands go to his shirt and pull it over his head from the back of his neck, he throws it towards my jumper.

Why do men always take their shirts off like that, and why is it so sexy?

His fingers start undoing his belt buckle and my mouth waters at the thought of him.

I can make out a bulge in his jeans; he looks big – in proportion with the rest of him.

His belt drops to the floor, and he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one move.

Nope. Not proportional, not proportional at all.

Too big! No way, absolutely not. There is no way that is ever going inside me.

His hand reaches down and squeezes his cock, and I swear the thing pulses.

A drop of pre-cum appears at the tip and my mouth waters again despite my fear.

I’m about to tell him that the bed and breakfast seems like a better option, a safer option, when there is a knock at the door.

We both freeze, his hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Shit, it’ll be the bed,” I say, realising we had both forgotten about the roll out bed the hotel staff were bringing up.

“Fuck sake,” he mutters, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on.

“Go into the bathroom and close the door. I’ll get rid of them.

” His words are followed by another knock.

“Coming,” he calls. I scamper from the bed and flee for the bathroom.

Not sure if I’m fleeing from the staff or Gray’s cock.

I press my ear to the door, but can only make out low murmurings and not what they are actually saying.

Within a few minutes, I hear what sounds like a door closing and Gray’s voice calling to me.

“Sweetheart, you coming back out?” Was I? Did I want to die at the age of twenty-two? Because that’s what was going to happen if I went out there and had sex with Gray. He would break me in half, or puncture my lung with his monster cock. Maybe both.

“Baby, I’m going to open the door, okay?” There is a moments pause, as if he's waiting for me to object. The door slowly opens, I step back to give him room to enter.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” I suddenly feel very shy and exposed, standing here nearly naked, with him in his jeans.

“You okay?” He’s gentled, gone is the domineering man from moments earlier.

“Yep,” I squeak, honest to God, squeak.

“Baby, what’s going on? Are you having second thoughts about us?

I would never want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.

Please, be honest with me. Is something wrong?

” The concern in his voice is evident, and I feel awful.

He’s worried he’s done something wrong, and all it is, is me being silly over the size of his cock. His ridiculously large cock.

“I’m sorry, I’m being silly. It’s not something you did, and I want you.

That hasn’t changed. I’m just worried about, ermm.

..” Oh my God, how am I supposed to tell him I am worried that his cock won't fit? Or if it does, that it will rip me apart? I wave my hands in front of his groin and go for it. “I’m worried that you’re not going to fit.

I’m serious Gray,” I add when he starts chuckling.

“Have you seen your cock? That thing should come with its own warning!” He’s full on belly laughing now.

He reaches out pulling me into his arms, still laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn't laugh; it’s just I thought something was seriously wrong.

Baby, it will fit.” He is still chuckling as his hands lift my chin, bringing my face up to look into his eyes.

“Trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. Yes, I’m big, but you can take me.

We’ll take it slow. I promise.” Fuck. This guy.

He is everything. I’ve known him hours, a literal matter of hours, but I feel like he can see inside me.

I’d been seeing Edward for nearly six months and not once did I ever feel seen.

“Okay,” my words are whispered, but he obviously hears what he needs as his arms scoop me up and he carries me back to the bedroom. He lays me on the bed and slowly lowers his hands to the button on his jeans.

“Eyes up, look at me, baby.” My eyes slide up to his lust filled ones.

I hear, rather than see, his jeans hit the floor.

He crawls his way towards me on the bed, his hand finding the centre of my chest and slowly pushing me back flat on to the mattress.

“Good girl,” he rasps. Oh, kink unlocked.

Apparently, I really like being called a good girl.

His head cocks, taking note of my reaction.

“Do we have a praise kink, baby?” His lips twitch.

“It would appear so,” I mutter.

“Interesting,” he leans down and whispers in my ear.

“I can’t wait for you to be my good girl and let me dirty you up.

” Holy fuck . He really is trying to make me come from his words alone.

I can’t help but moan, my hips shifting at the lack of stimulation my body is craving.

“Poor baby, you need to come, don’t you?

” His voice is still a whisper, ghosting over the shell of my ear.

“Yes,” I moan. My body arches into his, trying to find the friction it needs. His fingers slide down my stomach and pause at the band of my thong. Slowly, his hand pulls it from my skin and releases it, the band snapping back on to my skin, causing me to flinch and gasp.

He chuckles. “So sensitive. Are you wet for me?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

“I think I will,” his fingers push inside the front of my thong, over my clit, giving it the briefest touch, before slipping between my folds and finding the wet heat of my centre. His groan meets my ears. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

“No one else is here, Gray,” I can’t help myself sometimes. His hand spanks my sex, short and sharp. I gasp at the unexpected burst of pain.