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He adds a little pressure, easing his finger inside me. My horror is forgotten, and I fall back onto the couch and moan as he presses deeper, using his thumb on my clit to draw out my burgeoning orgasm.

Greyston shifts awkwardly next to me, trying to move the arm beneath him for something. I look at him curiously, and then I realize what the issue is when his erection presses into my hip.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice gravelly.

Greyston chuckles. “Just a little uncomfortable,” he confesses, undoing his jeans and adjusting himself. “I fear sterility if I don’t free myself from the shrinking confines of my pants.”

I can’t help but giggle, my eyes moving from his to his hand down his pants. I shimmy down a little, locking eyes with him as I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull his hand from his pants.

“I wasn’t…” he whispers. “I just needed…”

My next move must catch him off guard, because his eyes widen. Biting my lip, I slip an arm between us and into his pants. I suck in a breath when my hand wraps around his stiff length. He groans. I freeze, suddenly uncertain.

“What is it?” he asks gently.

“I’ve,” I begin to say before fear silences me. I push through it when I see the desire in his eyes. “It’s just, I’ve never…”

He seems stunned—quite possibly more stunned than he was when he learned I’d never had an orgasm before.

“Not ever?” he asks. I can only shake my head and look away. Greyston leans forward and kisses me softly. I look at him and see he’s smiling. “Well, just do what comes naturally.

I bite my lip again and let my hand slide down his erection. “Like that?”

“It’s a damn good start,” he manages in a gravelly voice, meeting my movement with one of his own and pressing his lips to my throat.

“It’s hard,” I tell him, feeling frustrated at how little mobility I have.

I feel his lips curve into a smile against my neck before he bites me. “Yeah. That usually happens when the two of us are together.”

I didn’t even realize what I’d said until he makes his little joke. I laugh. “No…well, yeah, that too, but I meant moving my hand. It’s
difficult.
” I pause and let go of him. “Can we…take your pants off? I’d like to do this right.”

He stares at me, unblinking, for a minute. “You want my pants off?” I nod. “Pants. Off?”

“Yes, please.”

“No pants? Off?”

This time, I laugh lightly, lifting my head off the couch and kissing his jaw toward his ear. “We could…take mine off too? If you want, that is.”

“Y-yeah,” he stammers. “Pants off.”

Without a second thought, he hops to his knees, loops his fingers into the waist of my pants and pulls them off until I’m in nothing more than my white cotton panties.

I sit up and hold Greyston’s gaze as I tug his jeans down over his hips. I struggle for a second, so he jumps up and slides them down the rest of the way before kicking them off.

He joins me again, both of us down to our underwear, and we resume kissing. His erection presses into my hip. I place my hand on his chest before moving it down his body and tracing the elastic waist of his boxers. I tug lightly, working them down one hip. He raises his other hip, and I free his erection entirely. My lips stop moving as my focus is redirected between us. I inhale shakily when uncertainty sets in again.

Greyston slides his hand back between my legs, and it’s just the boost of confidence I need. I grip him in my hand and move up and down slowly, mirroring his movements. I close my eyes and mewl—a sound I didn’t even know I could make—when he flattens his hand against me and slips his fingers between my folds. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but it feels great.

Then I feel nothing at all when he extracts his hand.

I whimper, opening my eyes and watching as he slips his hand beneath mine and starts stroking himself.

My insecurities come roaring back. “Was I not…?”

“No no no,” he whispers, stroking himself slowly. “Here…” He releases himself and guides my hand back to him. “Now try.”

My hand glides over him much easier than before. “Oh.” I smile, enjoying how fluid the movement is now.

Greyston groans when I add a little pressure and move up toward the tip. “Jesus, Juliette. Don’t stop.” He moves onto his side and slips his hand back into my panties. He matches my movements; for every up, he goes back, and for every down, he goes forward, circling his finger around my clit. Warm tingles shoot through my veins and my grip tightens.

Next to me, Greyston’s body tenses. “Juliette,” he grunts, thrusting his hips into my hand while simultaneously easing his fingers inside of me. “I’m going to come.”

Who knew hearing that would make my lower body ache for more. I moan even louder than before when his fingers sink in further. “Yes,” I pant into his mouth, never slowing my movements. I’ve even started palming the head before gliding back down his shaft, and it seems to drive him fucking wild.

“Oh!” I feel like I’m body-slammed by several different sensations all at once when he curls his fingers a certain way. The tension in my muscles releases, my toes curl, and every inch of my body tingles.

Greyston snakes his other arm beneath me and twists his fingers into my hair, pulling my face to his. I moan into his hungry kiss, my hand moving over him faster as he tries to coax
another
orgasm out of me. This orgasm is even more forceful than the first, forcing me to stop kissing him at the exact moment my body tenses around him. I open my mouth, but hold back on crying out, riding the wave silently.

And just when I think it can’t get any better, he slips his thumb over my clit. I bite my lip, everything in me trembling.

He presses harder, making me gasp, and my grip around him to tighten. “Don’t hold back,” he says. “I want to hear you when you come…feel you tighten around my fingers…want us to come together.”

I don’t think I could possibly have another orgasm, but sure enough, my lady bits are tightening and constricting around Greyston’s fingers, and my cries begin to mount. I’m not too lost in my orgasm to notice that Greyston’s hips are thrusting into my hand even faster, chasing his own climax.

“Oh, god,” he mumbles brokenly, his hips now pulsing in  short, uneven movements until, finally, they still. Warmth spreads across my stomach and spreads beneath my skin.

He rests his slick forehead against my neck as we ride the high I know we’re both reeling from. My hand falls slack around him, and I pull it away slowly, realizing the source of the warmth on my stomach when I look down.

Greyston looks up at me, realizing it also. “I’m so sorry,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Sorry?” I inquire, still a little out of breath. I can’t imagine what he’s apologizing for…unless he really didn’t want us to go as far as we did. “You mean, you didn’t want to—”

“What?” he props himself up on one arm and looks at me with wide eyes. “No… I mean, yeah I did—very much. I’m sorry about the lack of warning before I—”

I blush and look down at my abdomen. “Oh. That.” Smiling, I glance back up at Greyston through my lashes. “It’s not so bad. I mean, I’m going to need to shower, but, um, you don’t need to apologize. Really…” There’s a brief pause before I shoot him a mischievous look.. “Though, I suppose if you wanted to make it up to me, you could join me upstairs.”

Chapter 19

The sun slowly creeps across my bedroom floor on Sunday morning. I’m still tired, but when I hear a splash outside, I sit up excitedly. Not only am I excited because Greyston is half-naked outside in the pool, but also because I don’t have to work at all today. After a lot of pleading, I convinced Katie to pick up my shift so I could take at least one day off after a busy week at school and an exhausting day at work yesterday. Sure, I had to take a couple of extra shifts next week to make up the hours, but knowing that Greyston was going to be out of town those nights anyway made my decision much easier. This way I wouldn’t have to be home alone more than necessary.

Instead of stepping out onto the balcony to watch Greyston swim his lengths, I decide to join him in the pool instead. The last time I was in the pool wasn’t entirely voluntary, and I figure this could be a good way to start our day off together.

I finish my morning bathroom routine, I go to my dresser and rifle through my top drawer until I find a light green two-piece swimsuit. I quickly tie the straps of the tiny triangle top and then tighten the ties on my hips before exiting my room. On my way down the hall, I grab a fluffy towel from the linen closet and hop down the stairs excitedly.

Wanting to surprise him, I peek through the window above the kitchen sink to find him still cutting through the water gracefully, none-the-wiser to my even being out of bed yet.

Quietly, I slide the patio door open and step out onto the cool stone, padding softly toward the pool. It’s definitely a little chillier now that we’re into December; we’ve honestly been lucky to have the warm weather as long as we have. I toss my towel next to Greyston’s on the lounge chair and head to the edge of the pool deck. While I would love to dive into the pool, the truth is, I’m just not that graceful and would probably hit the water with a painful
slap
. To avoid this, I to sit on the edge of the cement deck, slip silently into the water, and wait for him.

It doesn’t take him long, noticing me when he lifts his head to take a breath. He looks a little shocked to see me, but his shock is quickly replaced with pure delight as he swims forward until he’s able to stand on the pool floor. Our eyes lock as he walks forward, placing his hands on either side of me and effectively pinning me to the wall of the pool.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he says, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Sleep well?”

“Well, I didn’t fall asleep on my books, so that was a nice change from the rest of the week,” I tell him, only half-joking. “You?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m here,” I whisper, pushing his wet hair off his forehead before wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’ve always been here, I’ve just been busy.”

Between studying for mid-terms and work, not to mention Greyston’s job, our schedules just didn’t line up. We were lucky if we got a half hour together before I disappeared to my room for the night to hit the books.

Greyston sighs, one of his hands disappearing beneath the water and securing itself to my hip, his pinky twirling the tie that holds my bottoms together. “Me, too. If we didn’t live under the same roof, I’d be afraid you’d think I was avoiding you or flaking out on you after our date. It’s been torture not spending more time together.” He leans in and kisses my neck. “Not being able to kiss you as much as I’d like…” His fingers curl into the soft flesh on my hip. “Not being able to touch you as much as I’d like…”

There’s no holding back the moan that slips past my lips as I pull his face to mine and kiss him deeply. His hand releases my hip before slipping down my thigh slowly until he reaches my knee and pulls it up to his waist. I whimper against his lips when he pushes between my legs, and I tilt my hips forward, craving more.

Moments like this are why I feel waiting is an insane notion. It’s not that I don’t understand why we
should
. I get it. I do. But when he says the things he says and does the things he does…well, it’s really hard to stick to.

With a groan, Greyston stops kissing me and presses his forehead to mine. “While I would love to keep doing this, don’t we have to get you to work?”

Smirking, I shake my head and bring my other leg up around his waist, hooking my ankles behind his back. In this position, there’s no hiding just how turned on he’s become. “Nope.” I tighten my arms around his neck, displacing what little water is between us until our chests are pressed against each other. “I swapped my shift with Katie so we could spend the day together.”

His eyes brighten, the outer corners creasing when his smile reaches them. “Really?”

I shrug. “I figured we deserved an entire day to ourselves after our schedules kept us apart for the last few.”

Greyston exhales and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Always so considerate.” His fingers move through the length of my hair and back beneath the water, trailing down my arm and making me shiver. “So, what
are
we going to do today?”

Arching an eyebrow, I glance up toward the sky and hum. “Mmmm. I think what we’re doing right now is a good start.”

“You know,” Greyston says with a faint chuckle, “I’m starting to think you’re not nearly as innocent as you’ve led me to believe…” I regard him with confusion, and he continues. “You’re somewhat of a vixen.”

This makes me laugh, because I know that to be the farthest thing from the truth. “You have no one but yourself to blame,” I tell him, tightening my legs around him.

Something mischievous flashes in his eyes, and I shudder. “Is that a fact?”

Resolute, I nod. “Absolutely. If you weren’t so good at what you do, then I’d probably be able to stop thinking about wanting you all the time.”

His hands grip my ass, pulling me against him firmly until my eyes close, and I stifle a loud moan. “You know,” he says, his voice low and gravelly with lust, “I’ve imagined doing unspeakable things to you in this pool since the day I met you.”