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“Nice place,” Annie said, taking a look around the Delta lobby.
There was a cube multi-level fireplace, and suede, muted grey couches galore. Grayson’s hand around her waist squeezed her. “Wait until you see the inside.”
She didn’t have to wait long. One trip down the elevator to the sixth floor, one jaunt down the hallway, and they were there.
At the doorway, Annie paused. Suddenly, the reality of the situation crashed down upon her. They were really doing it. And right here, right now, she was actually doing it. Could she?
“Any time you want to slow down, back out, you tell me. You hear?” Grayson’s voice was reassuring, almost stern.
As the hotel room door shut behind him, Grayson took her hand and squeezed it.
She nodded, and after dimming the lights, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. “Here’s to a great wedding,” he said.
“A great wedding,” Annie agreed. “And a great bride and groom.”
“That too,” Grayson said, as they settled onto the bed in a splay of limbs.
Their mouths spanned each other’s bodies, as if trying to taste every patch of skin. They kissed each other’s clothes off, like shedding skins that were bulky and useless between them.
His chest was rippled with muscles she had to crouch over.
Grayson was the kind of hot guy sexiness she was used to seeing on magazines and in movies – not on the bed she currently occupied. Who would’ve thought her first time would’ve been with a man like this?
Annie smiled slightly, her gaze still entranced by his muscles. Not her.
“Go on,” Grayson ruffled her hair, his voice low. “Kiss them.”
He didn’t need to tell her twice. Her lips spanned one indent of the six-pack after the other, licking and suckling and nibbling her way down. All the while, his fingers drew circles up her thigh, up and up and up...
Wow, did it feel amazing. And so... close.
Until he was guiding her lips back to his, his fingers seeped into her.
Their eyes locked, as he dipped a finger in between her legs – holy crap, then one, then two; that actually feels kind of good. And then, they started pulsing and the real spurts of pleasure started.
Her head sunk onto his chest as he pulsed and pulsed, and then he pulled away. He took out a condom and rolled it on. Their gazes met, and she understood.
This was it.
The first contact was just a kiss; just dick stroking across pussy.
Annie trembled. It felt great right now... but would it hurt when he actually went in?
The next dip in was her answer. This insertion was only a bit more, but more than enough to send her shaking.
“Hey, hey, listen to me,” Grayson gazed into her eyes. “This is it. You’re beautiful, you do know that, right?”
The “yes” was just out of her lips when he entered her fully. All of him was fusing into all of her. Pain pulsed with pleasure and battled it. Pleasure won, vibrating victoriously through her.
A moan seeped out of her. He grunted.
Now, the real thrusting began. It was so tense and new and odd, all Annie could do was lay there and take it. Take the onward in and out, the thrusting, and the pulsing. The pressure was building until liquid joy burnt through her. He was spasming, and both of them were groaning with the joy of it.
She couldn’t believe that feeling this good was possible. That no food, no drink, no purchase, no massage, no nothing could compare with this bodily nirvana, this fucking ecstasy of nerves, this death and rebirth into pure, perfect pleasure.
For a minute, maybe more, after, he held himself in there, they were one. Just breathing. Just trembling.
Who would’ve thought it was as simple as that? And good.
When he finally pulled out, his brow was furrowed. Then, he staggered off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Annie watched him go, feeling numb and woozy and wondering what she would feel like tomorrow.
But a deal was a deal, and her first time had come and gone. Now, it was time to go. She’d heard what Grayson had said – “We can only do this once, do you understand?”
And that was one hell of a time, but Grayson had done enough for her already. She didn’t want to pressure him for something he didn’t want.
She dressed quickly and made it to the door when his voice stopped her. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
Her head turned over her shoulder. “But the deal...”
His hand clamped around her arm and he tugged her towards him. “Screw the deal,” he growled. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
