Chapter 6: Satisfied

Grayson pushed himself off of the couch, with me still wrapped around him. He set me down on the island. 

He always did this. He didn't want us in the room until the last moment. Grayson liked anticipation. He could never just cut right to the chase.

I wrapped my legs around him as his lips moved across my throat.

"Grayson," I whispered. "Come on, people eat on this,"

"What do you think I'm about to do?" He was on his knees in an instant. 

He dragged my body closer to him. I felt the lace slide from under my dress. Grayson's arms hooked around my thighs as he shoved his face up my dress.

My body arched immediately as a gasp escaped my lips. Grayson's tongue moved in a circular motion furiously. Every few moments he would moan into me, pushing me closer to an orgasm. 

My body no longer felt like my own. My arms shot out, knocking things off of the island. That seemed to motivate Grayson even more. His grip tightened and the speed of his tongue increased. 

I moved my hips up and down so he could hit the right spot. I was so close.

"Come on," Grayson whispered between laps, "I know you're almost there. Be my good girl."

My back lifted off of the island as a frenzy came over my body. My hands gripped the edge of the island as gasps and moans cascaded from my throat.

"Grayson!" I cried out as I reached my peak. He didn't stop until I had finally come down, breathing heavily.

Grayson kissed the inside of my thighs. "You're delicious." He licked his lips before standing up and kissing me on the mouth.

I slid off the island and frantically pulled at the buttons on his shirt. I pulled it off of his strong arms before he pushed me through the house. 

I managed to get his belt off and unbutton his pants before he lifted me off my feet again.

We were halfway down the long hallway when he pressed me against the wall. I was becoming impatient. 

"Grayson please," I whimpered. "I want it. Take me to your room."

"You're so sexy when you beg. Beg some more baby." He lowered me to the floor as his hands went into his pants. "I need to hear it."

"Please Grayson. I need you. I want you inside me. I want to feel your body against mine. I'm dying for you, please." I said in a low voice. 

His eyes burned into mine as hand moved up and down on his erection. 

"Get down," He shivered. 

I slithered down the wall before putting my hand over his. I looked up at him as my mouth slowly closed around him.

Grayson's fist gently collided with the wall as he groaned. "Oh fuck Scar,"

I loved having him like this. In every other aspect of life Grayson was confident and sure of himself. With me he's just a little desperate and wild. He doesn't hold back with me. 

I gripped his hips tightly as his fingers tangled in my hair. He put my head against the wall and thrusted into my mouth over and over again. He could never let me have all the control.

"Look at me." He demanded. 

Our eyes met as I swirled my tongue around his tip. I saw the glaze come over his eyes. He was finally ready. 

He pulled out, breathing heavily.

"You have five seconds to get in the bed or I'm going to fuck you right here."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Five…"

I strutted quickly to the room, laying myself on the bed, hoping I looked absolutely irresistible.

I knew better than to take my dress off. That was Grayson's favorite part. 

Grayson climbed on the bed and roughly flipped me onto my stomach. He tugged the silk dress off of my body and then went for the last bit of lace covering my breasts. 

He planted kisses down my spine as he lifted my hips. His fingers danced tantalizingly over my entrance.

"Beg me for it," Grayson murmured. 

"Please Grayson," I urged. "Give it to me."

"You'll be my good girl?"

"Yes. Please I need you."

We both gasped as he finally pushed himself into me. His fingers dug into my hips as he continuously slammed me against him.

Our moans filled the room quickly. One of Grayson's hands slid up my back and then into my hair. He pulled hard. Causing me to scream in pleasure.

His other palm collided with one of my ass cheeks allowing another scream to escape. 

Grayson's pace slowed before he pulled out of me. "Flip over, baby."

I did as he said. He spread my legs, slinking his body between them. His forehead pressed against mine. He kissed me hard as he quickly entered me again.

I gasped against his lips. He shoved his tongue further into my mouth as he went deeper. My hips moved to meet his.

I let my head fall back on the pillows as a tingling sensation danced throughout my body. A haze fell over me. My head got cloudy and all I could see and feel was Grayson.

Only Grayson could make me feel this way during sex. No one else took me to another world. I now knew for sure I was no one else's girl but his.

"Scarlett…" his deep voice groaned. "Fuck, you drive me crazy."

"Are you almost there baby?" I asked. 

I felt a sense of urgency. I had to take him there. It's like I had to prove my love for him.

"I'm close." He thrusted in me harder, causing my back to arch. He took an opportunity to go as deep as possible.

"Oh Grayson," I gulped. "Baby, you feel so good."

"Say it," He choked out, "Scarlett, I'm so fucking close."

"I'm yours Grayson. I belong to you."

Just like every time I said it Grayson finally reached his orgasm. He cried out and his thrusts became more powerful and then suddenly slowed until he slumped against me. 

"I love you so much Scarlett. You're mine forever." He almost wheezed.

I kissed his damp lips. "Forever, Grayson."

***

I loved waking up in Grayson's bed. It was so comfortable and he was always holding on to me.

When my eyes fluttered open he was looking at me. 

"That's creepy," I commented. 

"I get so few moments of silence from you, I have to bask in them when I can." Grayson laughed.

"Funny,"

"Did you mean what you said last night?"

"During sex? You know I embellish a little to make you feel powerful." I grinned. 

"I meant before that...when you said you loved me. Was that real Scarlett? Or did you say that to shut me up?"

"It's real, Grayson. I love you. I just didn't realize it until yesterday. I don't want to see you with anyone else. And I don't romantically want anyone else either."

"What about sexually?" He breathed. 

I sighed. "I can stop seeing Wesley if you want. He doesn't mean anything to me. He's not worth stressing you out over."

"Do I not sexually satisfy you Scar? Is that the problem?"

"How can you ask me that? You know I love having sex with you."

"Then why do you need to fuck other men? I must be doing something wrong. Am I too dominant? Do you need me to be more loving and passionate?"

"Grayson, don't take it so personally." I groaned. "It's not about you. It's just...I use sex to feel good, it doesn't matter who it's coming from. There are just times when I need something physically to shut everything else out."

"So sex with me and sex with another guy is basically the same thing to you?" Grayson asked. I could hear the insecurity in his voice. 

Fuck, I had to fix this.

"No, Grayson. Hey look at me." His grey eyes met mine. "No. I mean physically sure, sex is sex. But I know you love me, so sex with you is different. I guess sometimes I feel like we don't make love. We just fuck. And maybe that's my fault for not being more open or-"

He kissed me. "It's my fault. I have all these things I have you do when we're together. The begging and having you say you're mine. I'm aggressive and I did that so I didn't make you uncomfortable with feelings. But that can change now that I know you love me. I can be gentle."

"Oh really?" I challenged.

"Let me show you,"