“I need you, Granger. I’m just nervous that you might not like me afterwards, because I’m not perfect.” My voice comes out small, and I feel like I could die from embarrassment as my eyes start to close.
“Hey, look at me.” He waits until I’m staring up at him before placing a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips and pulling back. “No one is perfect, but in my eyes, Princess, you're perfect in every way. Don’t you know I’ve been waiting for you, even when I didn’t know it? Do you trust me?” he asks patiently. His voice is so steady and honest that I melt into him once again.
Fuck it. He wants me and I need him, so I’m done hiding. I’ve been hiding almost my whole life, and it’s time I let go, to find pleasure in Granger’s arms.
“Yes,” I breathe out, and I’m not the least bit surprised by how much I do trust him.
“Good, because you might want to hold on tight to something, and try not to pull my hair out. Why the fuck are you still dressed?” he asks seriously, like my clothes personally offend him. Then he decides to take matters into his own hands.
His calloused fingers skim over the sliver of skin between my yoga pants and sweater, leaving a burning trail behind with just a touch. He looks at me for permission, and at my nod, he raises my shirt over my head slowly, cursing under his breath at the sight of my white lacy bra that stands out against my skin. He crouches on his heels and grabs my waist, his fingers biting in lightly before hooking his thumbs into my pants and tugging them down. He groans as if in pain, biting his wide lip, and he flicks his dark gaze up to me before leaning forward. He skims his nose over my lacy matching panties, breathing in deeply with another groan, and licks the wet lace in one, long swoop of his tongue. My jaw drops as he looks up at me with a pleased smirk sliding across his face, and he winks before doing it again, seeming to enjoy my reaction at the filthy way he tastes me. He’s a dirty man in the bedroom, and I didn’t know I would love that, but I do. I really fucking do.
“Hold on to me,” he says with a smooth as honey demand, just before he slides his one arm around my waist and the other under my butt.
I’m confused for a second and let out a small shriek of surprise when he lifts me with ease until my pussy is at level with his face, then he straightens to his full height. He takes a few small steps, my back hits the wall, and then he’s only holding me up with his big hands under my ass and my legs draped over his forearms. He acts like I weigh nothing as his shoulder muscles shift, then he leans forward and licks with the flat of his tongue over my panties again.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice muffled as he continues to lick me over my lacy underwear, his fingers flexing on my ass each time I shiver.
He must be insane… Is this okay!? Um, yeah, it’s more than okay. It’s fucking hot, and oh so sexy when he glances up at me to see my reactions.
“It’s perfect, but I need more,”I rasp out, sounding desperate. I grab a fist full of his hair when he chuckles against me, his hot breath seeping through the clinging lace.
“Your wish is my command,” he says just before hoisting me up higher, until my butt is on his biceps with his palms flat against the wall under me and my legs are thrown over his shoulders with my ankles crossed behind his upper back.
He breathes me in one more time before biting the lace of my underwear and moving it to the side so I’m completely exposed to him.
“So fucking wet and fucking mine,” he growls out, and buries his face into my pussy with his rapid tongue showing me no mercy.
My head bangs against the wall behind me as I arch my back and pull his hair at the same time, just as he slides the flat of his tongue up and down my slit leisurely, eating me out like the finest dessert. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I’m sure he’s giving my pussy the same attention he brings to the ice. Focused and challenged… I can’t wait to experience his goal of bringing me to new heights. A small bit of doubt still holds me back, but he puts a stop to that.
His head tilts back so he can look up at me, and my eyes glaze over when he sticks his tongue out to flick against my clit in fast movements without glancing away. My hips want to move, to ride out my orgasm, but what if that’s not what he wants?
“Kat, let go and stop holding back. I have you, baby. Ride my face,” he commands in a raspy voice before diving right back in and devouring my pussy with his smooth lips and talented as hell tongue.
My hips roll, chasing after something within my reach, and the sounds of my loud moans echo around the room the closer I get to the edge of release. My body locks up and arches off the wall, my stomach clenching as my thighs squeeze around his ears. He doubles his movements, swirling his tongue, not slowing down as I start to come in an orgasm so intense that my whole body shakes. He keeps licking me until I can’t take anymore, before pulling back slightly to gently kiss me on my inner thigh, then he slowly sets me down. I sway on my feet
