I fall onto my back, my knees parting. Greyson’s eyes catch on my pussy as he steps out of his sweats.

His nostrils flare.

I want him there. So badly.

At first, that’s what I think he’s going to give me. He climbs over me, covering me with his big, broad body. Trailing his mouth over my knees, my belly, stopping to gently suck on a nipple before kissing my chest and neck. My legs fall completely open, and he settles between them, bracketing my head with his elbows.

The hair on his thighs brushes against my legs. The thrill of having him completely—completely naked, no boundaries, no rules—is indescribably sweet.

He nudges my nose with his and kisses me. Deep.

He’s kissing me nonstop. Like he can’t get enough.

Like he’s got a lot of time to make up for.

Never breaking the kiss, Greyson rests his weight on one arm and reaches between us with the other. He grabs my knee and guides it to his hip, spreading me wider.

My blood leaps when I realize what’s coming next.

His hand sweeps down my leg toward my hip. He lifts his body, and glides his palm over my pussy, pressing the heel into my clit.

“Greyson,” I moan, the crown of my head dragging across the duvet as I arch against him, clawing at his chest.

“My God you’re soft,” he replies roughly. “Ready.”

“Are you gonna make me beg?”

He smirks. “Only if you want me to.”

He removes his palm, and glides a finger up the length of my slit, back to front. Circles my clit, which makes me want to scream. Dips inside, which makes me want his cock.

Pressure.

Enough of all this pressure. I need relief.

Just when I really am about to beg him to put on a condom—yeah, I’m pregnant, but we haven’t talked about STDs—and put himself inside me, he starts working his way back down my body. Mouth all over my skin as he hooks my left leg over his shoulder, then my right.

“Oh, yes,” I breathe, putting a hand on his head.

It’s between my legs now. His eyes meet mine. He watches my expression as he opens his mouth and presses his tongue to my pussy. I see stars when he toys with my clit, my hips starting to roll.

He places his hands on the insides of my thighs.

“Put your feet on my shoulders,” he says. “I want all of you. Wide open.”

I do as he tells me, spreading myself farther, and he does not hesitate. He eats me out with erotic patience and intention, and I feel a familiar tightening, a maddening stretch that warns of a massive orgasm yet to come. His fingers play with my pussy while his tongue dips inside me, around me. While he gently nicks my clit with his teeth, giving it a quick, devastating suck before moving to explore other parts.

That’s what he’s doing. Exploring me. Taking his time.