Keeping You (Destined Love #3)

32. Hannah

CHAPTER 32

Hannah

T onight’s date with Grayson was one of the best I’ve ever been on, although every date with him has been that way, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Even after the heavy conversation surrounding our wedding night and how it came to be, we were able to effortlessly slip into easy conversation. I like that we can talk about mindless things and enjoy each other’s company.

He revealed secrets tonight that had me falling for him more. As if that’s even possible. Grayson may not have said the words, I love you, but he’s showing just how much he cares for me with his actions. Knowing he wants to experience the things that bring me joy is more than I could ever ask for. Grayson is so different from the way I’ve viewed him for the last two years, and I’m glad I got to see this side of him over the last three months.

I told myself I would take full advantage of the days I have left with Grayson, and I kept that in mind when I got dressed for tonight. I’m now excited to get home and show him what I put on for him under my dress.

When we walk into the apartment, Grayson loosens his tie and I watch every movement of his fingers as they pull at the material. How they move so skillfully, undoing the top few buttons and exposing a few inches of his bare chest. I want to climb him like a fucking tree. He takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of a chair before he meticulously undoes the buttons of his sleeves and rolls them up. His muscles flex and the veins bulge, and I’m practically a puddle at his feet.

He catches me watching and smirks. “Having fun, Spitfire?”

I swallow, hoping to fix my dry throat. “Yeah,” I practically pant.

He stalks towards me, only stopping when his chest brushes against mine. He leans down, his breath dusting over my ear as he exhales. “I’m glad.”

I inhale deeply, his scent completely taking over me. I manage to shake my head and remember I had plans for tonight. I bring my hand to his stomach, and he takes in a sharp breath the second my fingers touch him. They dance up his torso as I rise on my tiptoes.

“I have something to show you,” I whisper in his ear before stepping away.

His eyes are molten lava as he looks at me. It’s my turn to smirk.

I turn around and make my way towards the bedroom, checking over my shoulder halfway there to ensure he’s following me.

When we’re in the bedroom, I have him take a seat in the chair in the corner. Facing him, I reach behind me for the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down, allowing the sound of the teeth coming apart to fill the room. Grayson’s chest rises faster as his breathing quickens. I’m holding my breath, knowing tonight is going to be one to remember.

When the zipper’s all the way down, I slowly push my dress off my left shoulder, allowing it to drop halfway down my arm and giving him a nice view of the red strap of my bra. I repeat the process with the other shoulder, this time letting the dress fall to the floor.

I feel so powerful standing in front of Grayson in nothing but the red lace demi-bra I picked out in Willow Valley, and the matching panties and garter belt set. Grayson grips his erection through his slacks, and I tisk.

“Now, Grayson, if you want to touch me tonight, you’re going to have to listen to me. Rule number one, no touching me or yourself without my consent.”

He removes his hand and nods. I purposefully walk towards him, stopping when I’m right in front of him, and bend over, placing my hands on the arms of the chair. His eyes dip to my breasts before returning to my eyes.

“Be a good boy and use your words. Tell me you understand, and I’ll reward you.” I grin.

“I understand,” he says, and it’s like he’s injected power straight into my veins.

“Good. I bought this just for you while we were in Willow Valley. I thought of you every time I tried on something new and lacey.”

“Fuck,” he groans, he eyes trailing over every inch of my body.

“I take it you like,” I say, leaning forward and brushing my lips along his jaw.

“Very much.”

“I’m glad. Now help me take off my bra.”

He reaches behind me, and his hands quickly find the clasps, undoing them. My bra falls forward and down my arms, until it’s lying in his lap and around my wrists. I stand and drop the bra on the floor beside him. I slowly remove my garter belt and panties, leaving them with my bra before turning around and moving to the bed, positioning myself so Grayson has a perfect view of me.

“You enjoyed watching me last time, didn’t you?” I ask, as I reach into the nightstand drawer.

“Yes,” he groans, probably knowing exactly what I’m going to do.

Grabbing what I’m looking for, I plant my heels on the bed and spread my legs, giving Grayson a good look at just how wet I am. He groans as I turn the vibrator on. It’s the same one I used that day in the field, and I know he notices, because a whispered, “Fucking hell,” escapes him. I trail it over my breasts, recreating that moment. Everything I did that day. Every movement, but this time, I say his name louder. I want him to hear his name on my lips as I come. I want him to know he’s who I’m thinking of.

I’m panting after my orgasm tears through me. When I’ve come down enough that I know I’ll be able to walk, I push off the bed and approach him.

“Open,” I say, and his jaw drops immediately.

I place the vibrator on his bottom lip. “Clean this off like a good boy, and I’ll let you eat dessert again.”

He holds eye contact as he cleans every last drop of my cum off the toy. When it’s clean, I grab his hand and pull him from the chair and lead him to the bed. I climb on and drop the toy at my side.

“Strip,” I command.

He does as he’s told but takes his sweet fucking time exposing each inch of skin as he slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. When his hands reach for his belt, I put a foot out, stopping his movements.

“I’ve been patient, but don’t test me. Now, take them off nice and fast or you’ll be punished.”

I watch the wheels turn in his head as he decides if he wants me to punish him. I see the moment he decides to do as he’s told, and his pants and boxer briefs are on the floor in seconds. My foot returns to the bed, and he drops to the floor. As he leans forward, I close my legs, and he looks up at me. I stare, waiting for him to ask.

“Spitfire, can I eat you pretty pussy now?’

My legs drop to the side in response, and he grins. He leans forward, and his tongue works through me leisurely. He repeats the movement, like he’s savouring me. It reminds me of when you have the last portion of your favourite food and you take your time with it, not wanting it to be gone.

I buck my hips, and he hums against me. I’m hovering on the edge. I need to come. When he goes to tease his tongue on my clit, I grip his hair and hold on tightly. He gets the hint and sucks my clit into his mouth, sending me flying. I come, his name on my lips as my muscles spasm. He stands, grinning between my now-limp legs that hang off the edge of the bed. I shuffle back and give him a come here motion with my finger, and he follows me.

“I want you to fuck me so good I’m feeling you for days,” I say.

He reaches into the nightstand and grabs a condom, holding eye contact as he rips it open and rolls it down his hard cock. He positions a pillow under my ass before he runs the head of his cock through my wetness and teases my clit. He repeats the motion before slowly sliding the head inside me. I moan as I stretch around him. He’s meticulously slow, making me take him inch by inch.

Going slow is as hard on him as it is on me. It’s all over his face as he clenches his jaw. When he’s all the way in, he falls forward, his head in the crook of my neck as he breathes harshly.

“You’re mine,” he growls, and I clench around him. Those words are more true than he knows.

“Grayson. Move,” I moan.

He nips at my shoulder as he pulls out to the tip and then slams back in. My back arches off the bed as my hands find his back. I scratch at his back as he fucks me slow and hard. I feel every inch of him. He’s destroying me from the inside out, and I’m loving every moment of it.

He pushes back up and lifts my hips even higher off the bed, and I scream as he slams into me again. He hits that spot with such precision I’m already about to come again. I roll my nipples between my fingers, trying to bring myself to the edge even faster. I want to come. I want to squeeze his cock until he’s coming, my name on his lips.

His thumb finds my clit, and a single swipe of it sends me crashing over the edge. As the orgasm begins to subside, he applies more pressure to my clit before his hand leaves and comes down in a slap, and I’m falling over the edge again. He lets me recover before sending me over the edge again.

Leaning forward, he whispers, “You’re so pretty when you come with my name on your lips.”

My body is so spent, I can’t even smile at him. He lifts my right leg to my chest, and I swear I’m going to die. I’ve never come this many times with a guy.

“One more, Spitfire. I know you’ve got one more,” he grunts.

When his eyes meet mine, it only takes two more thrusts before I’m scratching at his back as my vision fades and I call his name. This orgasm isn’t just mind-blowing, it’s soul-shattering. I’m giving him a piece of me in this moment, and I’m not sure I ever want it back.

He comes with me, my name on his lips as he empties himself into the condom. We stare at each other as we work to catch our breath. He rolls off me, heading into the en-suite, and I take in the scratch marks I left on his back. I feel a sense of pride leaving my mark on him so that anyone who sees them knows he’s spoken for. He returns with a warm washcloth and helps clean me up before he tosses it to the corner and climbs into bed. I shuffle off and head into the washroom. I do my business before staring at myself in the mirror.

It takes everything in me to not burst into tears. After tonight, I only have four days left in this ninety-day agreement, and I’m so torn. I don’t want it to end, but there’s something missing that I can’t put a finger on. It’s that one thing that will have me throwing caution to the wind and telling him I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him. I just don’t know that I’ll get that before it’s too late.