"Lust is a lovely word and makes love so much more interesting."
- Michael Faudet

it's time. enjoy.

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We finish eating our dinner, casting playful lust filled looks at each other the whole time. Both our minds seem to be somewhere else, wrapped up in the possibilities of what is bound to come after this meal. We fill the space between us with stories of who we were before we knew one another, laughing without judgement. Every second, I fall deeper and deeper in love with the man in front of me.

When Chewie comes trotting out of the room, Gray gives him one of those large rawhide bones to keep him occupied for the time being. I laugh, wondering how long Gray's had that bone, planning for this exact moment.

Gray brings our empty dishes into the kitchen, but he doesn't sit back down when he comes back. He stands over me, placing two fingers under my chin and drawing me upward. Gray looks at me with heavy eyes, breathing me in. My breath catches.

"What's your next burning wish, birthday girl?" He whispers, making a point to not touch me anywhere else. My body feels like it's pulsing, yearning for his hands to soothe the fire within.

"I think you know exactly what I'm wishing for," I reply, waiting for him to kiss me first. Instead of placing his lips on mine, he sweeps me into his arms bridal style. Although I don't expect it, I melt into his arms immediately. His eyes pierce through mine as he brings us into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us.

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X X X you know what time it is X X X

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The lack of words between us makes this all the more real. Just thinking about Gray's body on mine sends sensations traveling from my core to the tips of my fingers.

He sets me down in front of him. It only takes a few seconds to strip off all our clothes, and then it's just his warm skin against mine. He leads me over to the bed, sliding and sitting with his back against the headboard. I place myself in his awaiting lap, wrapping my legs around his hips and press our bodies together.

There's nothing keeping his erection from sliding against my heated wetness, and the feeling of him right against me makes it hard to think. He feels impossibly hard and hot against the sensitive softness between my legs, and I wonder how we've held out for this long.

His firm hand caresses up the side of my body, lighting me up, eventually landing on the back of my neck. The look on his face is almost feral as he looks down at our closeness. "So beautiful," he whispers before he pulls me into him and finally kisses me. I let out a soft moan at the innocent pressing of our lips, feeling every one of my senses heighten.

I grip his shoulders desperately, enjoying the sensations of his strong muscles under my hands. Gray lets out a low groan when I start moving our lower halves together, spreading my wetness over him. He doesn't enter me, and I just move myself across the length of his cock, letting the hardness of it stimulate my core.

Moving hungrily against him, I focus my gaze on Gray, who's looking at me with a wild expression, barely holding back. The sensation is almost to much to handle, an impossibly intimate feeling just from rubbing myself against his shaft. I gasp against his mouth, ready to release. The wave builds taller than I can imagine, and I close my eyes.

Gray's hands grasp my hips, stopping me from moving. The wave flattens without crashing, leaving me with an surprisingly empty feeling. I look at him, confused. He moves his hand up the curve of my back. "Not yet, baby," he says, kissing my neck. "Not until some part of me is inside you."

Then he turns me around so my back is pressed against his chest and I'm sitting between his legs. His erection presses into my back, reminding me of how much he wants this as well. With both hands, Gray spreads my knees slowly, as if asking a polite question. I answer by letting him open my legs and smooth his hands over the soft skin of my thighs. My core pulses with unreleased energy and need, and I yearn for him to touch me where I want him the most.

He teases me aggravatingly, only managing to stoke my fire even more as he caresses every area except the one that matters most. It's almost painful now, waiting for him to touch me.

When he does, I almost come undone right then and there. With both hands, he uses his fingers to spread my wetness, peering down at it. Then he dips one finger into my heated pool, circling my clit and sending a shock through me. I drop my head back into his shoulder in ecstasy, and he rests his chin in my neck, looking down my body and watching his hands at work. I grab his forearms, feeling a pleasurable sense of helplessness against his arms, keeping him from stopping.

My mouth falls open when he presses a finger against my entrance, testing its tightness. As he continues stimulating my clit, I feel his finger struggle to enter me, feeling impossibly large as it pressing deep into me.

"You're so hot, baby," he whispers into my ear. Although he's focusing on just one area between my legs, I feel the sensations ripple through my entire body, blurring my vision. Gray presses a kiss to my neck as he keeps skillfully moving his fingers.

"God, Gray," I gasp out, writhing my legs against his. He kisses my shoulder and keeps playing with me. When he adds another finger to my tight entrance, I gasp loudly, feeling a mix of riveting pleasure and a painful stretching. With only two fingers, he's pushing me to my limits, but I wouldn't stop him for anything.

I moan as he keeps pumping his fingers into me, reaching places I didn't know existed. He's playing me like a violin, and it feels like utter bliss. Just when I think it couldn't get any better, he asks, "I'm going to add another one, Riv. Are you ready for that?"

I nod wildly, just wanting him to keep touching me. Still, I ask, 'Why?"

He chuckles quietly. "You're not...ready for me yet. You're so tight, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

His answer doesn't scare me; it excites me, and I spread my legs even more, inviting him to take care of me. Gray removes his two fingers, creating a strange emptiness inside me, before shoving three fingers into my aching entrance. I moan, basking in the building pleasure and stinging pain. He buries his head into my neck, kissing my skin tenderly and helping me ride my waves of pleasure.

"Do you like this? Does it feel good, baby?" He asks with a sexy confident in his voice. He already knows the answer, so I just nod my head slowly, watching him finger me.

It feels like he's touching every inch me, pressing every one of my buttons. I can't control my moans as I move toward my release, moving against Gray's hard body and even earning a few moans from him as my skin moves against his large hard-on. My climax hits me hard, a result of several minutes of pure, tantalising teasing. I arch against Gray as I feel the sensations crash against me, wondering if any moment could ever feel as good as this one.

When he feels me relax against him, Gray wraps his arms around my stomach, hugging me toward him. I catch my breath and memorize the feeling of him being wrapped around me.

He brings his fingers up to my face, daring me. Without hesitation, I take his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his slick skin, tasting myself off him. Gray groans, watching me curiously.

"Good girl," he says, and I can't tell if he's serious or not. Nonetheless, it turns me on even more.

Then I turn myself around, sitting up on my knees and biting my lip. "Now I want the real thing," I tell him, looking down at his intimidating cock, still harder than ever. Gray runs his hand down my arm, giving me goosebumps, then pulls me back into his lap.

His hands cup my breasts and he stares at them, admiring them. My nipples harden under his touch, and I suddenly want his mouth on them. I want his mouth on every part of my body.

"Are you sure?" He asks, repeating the question he's asked almost every time we've done anything sexual. My love for him--of his utmost care for me--shoots through the roof, and look at him with a tender, honest gaze.

"I want this, Gray," I say. Then I move my mouth toward his ear. "I want another part of you inside me," I whisper. Then I nip his ear playfully, hoping he's convinced.

Apparently he is. Gray picks me up around the waist and turns us around, laying me down on my back gently so my head is resting on a pillow. He looms over me, and I open my legs hungrily, inviting him in. He accepts the invitation and places his body on mine, between my legs. His erection rubs right against my heated softness, and we both moan at the contact.

Gray looks down between our bodies, pressing a thumb back against my clit. He circles me slowly and watches my face reflect every effect he has on me. I wrap my legs around him, encouraging him to keep going, to bring us all the way.

Gray lifts himself off me and reaches into his bedside table, pulling out one of the Magnum condoms Tommy gifted us. I smile, watching him carefully. He rips the foil with his teeth, showing his eagerness, and rolls the condom onto his length. I watch him, getting more turned on by the sight, and reach out to hold his hardened cock in my hand.

I stroke him slowly as he presses himself back above me, closing the distance between us. Despite the groans I earn from him, Gray removes my hand from his length and holds himself. Then he positions himself at my entrance, teasing my clit with his hardened tip.

Then he looks down at me with so much raw love that I almost tear up. I wrap my arms around him and pull him toward me for a passionate kiss. Neither of us have to say the words, letting our lips seal our love. When he pulls away, the string of strong emotions between us stays as strong as ever. Mentally and physically, I'm stripped bare in front of him, and he in front of me, and it feels right. This feels so right.

Gray uses one hand to rub me, letting me feel every inch of him before entering me. With the other hand, he holds himself up and cradles my cheek. He presses a soft kiss to my lips.

Then he presses slowly into me, keeping his ravenous eyes on me the whole time. Right away, he feels so thick inside me, stretching me more than I'd anticipated. The rigidness of his cock contrasts the softness of his gaze, and I feel like I have the best of both worlds. I try to hide the pain from my face as he fills me with his hardness, but he sees it clearly. He has a look of pain himself as he watches my face contort with hurt, knowing he's the one causing it.

"Can you take it, baby?" He asks, concerned, and I move my hands down his back, pressing him into me.

He bends his head down to take my breast softly in his mouth, sucking my nipple gently. I experience a sensory overload and moan for him to keep going.

Inch by inch, Gray fills me completely, and it takes me while to adjust to his formidable size. It's a fullness that I've never experienced before, and it's a mix of glorious satisfaction and stinging pain. When he's buried completely inside me, I pull him down for a another soft kiss. Then Gray slowly pulls back his hips, rewarding me with a new, pleasurable sensation, then thrusts back into me. I grab his hair and gasp into his mouth, overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.

Slowly but surely, Gray moves his hips steadily against me, pumping his thickness in and out of me. He takes my nipple in his mouth again, realizing how much it drives me crazy, and continues sucking on it, looking up at me to watch me lose control. Gray goes slowly, gently at first to let me get used to the new feeling of him inside me, but his powerful thrusts eventually speed up, intensifying everything. I don't even try to control my moans, letting him know just how good it feels. His own groans drive me even further.

"You feel so fucking good, Riv," Gray groans, plunging into me hard and deep, making every limb light up with heat. "So fucking good."

I watch him above me as the feelings collide and build, bringing me toward my climax. I curl my toes, desperate to relish these feelings, and dig my fingers into Gray's back. His strokes become slower and deeper, driving into me harder than ever. I feel like every nerve in my body is being compressed, pulling me into bliss.

"Tell me how good it feels, River," he demands. I whimper as he slows his rhythm, prompting me to answer.

I take a minute to answer, swimming through the pleasure and remembering how to speak. But I can't form the right words to describe the rapture I'm feeling, so I just moan softly and dig my fingers further into his back. He smiles down at me and quickens his pace, pleased with my answer.

When I come, I wrap my arms tightly around him, and Gray drops his head into my neck, breathing heavily. The heavens crash down onto me, and every sense is overloaded with fireworks. I go limp against him, feeling his fullness still inside me. He feels me in his arms and stops thrusting, wrapping his arms around my back and sitting up. Then I'm sitting in his lap, still pulsing with joy and ecstasy.

When he slide out of me, I realize he's still painfully hard. I squint at him. "Why didn't you finish?" I ask, feeling a jolt of confusion. He smiles at me reassuringly.

Gray tucks a locks of hair behind my ear. "It's all about you today, baby. You finished, and that's all that matters," he says raspily, though I can hear the sexual strain in his voice. His erection is still prominent between us.

"It's about you and me, Gray," I remind him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You shouldn't hold back just to keep it all about me."

Gray doesn't look convinced. I don't know how to prove to him that his needs matter just as much as mine. And seeing him enjoy himself is the most erotic thing in the world.

His eyes trace down my face. "I just don't want this to be like..."

Then I understand. He doesn't want this to be like my first time. I take his hands between my hands. "You're nothing like him, Gray. And tonight is nothing like that," I assure him. "This has already been the best night of my life."

Before he can object, I push him backward so I'm sitting on his hips as he lays down. I grab his cock and take the condom off, tying it off and aiming for the trashcan in the corner of the room. I miss, but I really don't care. I sit up on my knees, ready to feel him fill me up again.

He grabs my hips, stopping me again. "Riv, I can't just--"

I grin down at him, flipping my hair out of my face. "I'm on birth control. And I want to feel you finish inside me, Gray."

Then I lower myself onto him, enjoying the now-familiar feeling of him stretching me out. I gasp as I take all of him inside me, looking him in the eyes. He's still holding my hips but he's losing control of every other part of his body. It's a totally different feeling taking him without any barriers between him and my wetness.

When he's fully inside me, I slowly rise back up, looking down to watch as his thick hardness reappears below me. While enjoying the view, I hardly notice how painfully slow I'm going. Gray's grip on my hips tighten.

He smiles up me. "You're gonna kill me with that pace, Riv." His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips and I roll my head back as he pulls me back down onto him. After that, I put my hands over his and match his pace, moving quickly, yet deeply up. My legs burn with the repetitive movement, and I thank the universe for my years of soccer training. I could do this for years, especially on top of Gray.

His release builds faster than I anticipated, confirming my suspicions that he stopped himself earlier after I came. His arms move me up and down with jerkier, faster movements, and I have to hold onto him to keep my balance. In this position, I feel his erection reach deeper inside me, bringing me to the edge faster as well.

My moans are louder than ever, and Gray's hands move to my waist for a better grip. I move my hands up and down my own body, and I feel Gray's eyes watching me intensely, taking in my hands as they graze across my breasts and move down toward my core. I touch myself for him, loving the way he loses control just by watching me.

"Beautiful," he says, a deep rumble in his chest as he observes my naked body above him.

I come fast and hard, but manage to keep my eyes open to watch him unravel beneath me. This time, he keeps pumping after I come, and I smile cheekily, still savoring the full feeling as he stretches me to my limits.

With a final groan from him, he pulls me down on him hard one more time. A warmth fills me below, combining with my wetness, dripping down his cock and down my legs. We both watch, dazed with endorphins, as his release spills out of me. I lean forward and kiss him, not surprised when he pulls me down onto him and deepens the kiss. While still inside me, he kisses me hard and fast.

That just happened.

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"That was amazing," I breathe, sitting back up and getting off him. I lay down next to him and we gaze at each other, both smiling idiotically. Laying down naked next to the man I love, I feel ridiculously happy. "Why did I wait so long?" I wonder out loud.

Gray just laughs, kissing my cheek.

I add, "I thought girls aren't supposed to come their first time? I think I finished three times."

He rolls over and covers me with his body, grinning down at me mischievously. "Not every girl has me for their first time," he says. He kisses my nose, then adds, "Want to make it four times? Or five times? Maybe ten?"

I laugh, brushing his sweaty hair from his face. However, I don't say no. Gray lets Chewie into the room and he curls up in front of me.

We're breathless and tired, but neither of us try to fall asleep. I lay my head on his bicep, bringing our bodies as close as possible, and feel his chest rise and fall. Gray gazes at me lovingly, struggling to keep his own eyes open. I'm about to lose the fight with my heavy eyelids when he speaks.

"Tell me something about you that I don't know yet," he says, running his fingers lazily up and down my arm.

"Hm," I say groggily, stroking Chewie's fur gently. My mind feels like a bowl of molasses, moving slowly. "My favorite movie is Ratatouille."

"No way."

"Do I sense a judgemental tone in your voice?" I ask jokingly.

"Nope. Not at all," he replies. "I love the movie with the rat and the ginger."

"What's yours?" I turn on my side so I'm looking straight at him. "What is Grayson Maddox's favorite movie? Fast and Furious?"

"You're going to judge me."

"I won't. Promise."

"Tarzan."

Silence. I can't help it; I let out a muffled laugh. "Tarzan. The Disney one or the live action one?"

"Guess."

"The animated Disney one."

"Bingo." Then he laughs with me. "Tarzan is so fucking good, Riv, you don't understand."

"I guess I don't," I admit. "One day, we have to watch Ratatouille and Tarzan. Then we'll have Gracie decide which one is better."

"That's not fair. Gracie won't be able to appreciate the beauty of Tarzan at her age."

I shrug. "Ratatouille will never be defeated."

Gray laughs and I move closer into his chest. Chewie moves around a bit before cuddling in on my back, trying to steal more of my warmth. I want to ask him something,