Fifty Shades of Gray - Grayson Dolan Imagine

Episode 14 - DIRTY 18+

Before you begin reading, here's a warning that there is dirty content coming ahead! You won't miss any important details to know throughout the story, so you can feel free to skip if you aren't comfortable reading these types of stories! Let's continue on with the story! 

*Y/N's POV*

Grayson: "You are one brave young woman. I am in awe of you." He whispers.

His words are like some kind of incendiary device. My blood flames. He leans down and kisses me gently and sucks at my lower lip. 

Grayson: "I want to bite this lip." He murmurs against my mouth. Carefully, he tugs at it with his teeth. I moan, and he smiles. "Please Y/N, let me make love to you."

"Yes." I whisper, because that's why I'm here. His smile is triumphant as he releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the house. His bedroom is vast. The windows look out at a pool. The walls are white, and the furnishings are red with instruments. The enormous bed is modern with a bed frame made of wood planks. I'm quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I'm going to do it, with none other than Grayson Dolan. My breath is shallow, and I can't take my eyes off him. He is heart-stoppingly beautiful. His hair is a mess, his eyes dazzling. He steps our of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off. Turning, he gazes at me, his expression soft. 

Grayson: "I assume you're not on the pill." He opens the top drawer of the chest and removes a packet of condoms. "Be prepared. Do you want the blinds closed?"

"I don't mind. I thought you didn't sleep with any in your bed."

Grayson: "Who says we're going to sleep?" He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing and my heart begins to pound. My blood's pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes.  

Grayson: "Do you have any idea how much I want you Y/N?" He whispers. I can't tale my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" He caresses my chin. 

The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I'm hypnotized by his eyes. Leaning down, he kisses me. His lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. He starts unbuttoning my shirt while he places kisses across my jaw, chin and the corners of my mouth. Slowly he peels it off me and lets it fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me. I'm in the pale blue lacy perfect-fit bra. 

Grayson: "Oh Y/N. You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it." I flush. Why did he say he couldn't make love? I will do anything he wants/ 

His hands are in my hair, his kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently. He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he pushes into me. I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain the riotous feelings. I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms, I feel his biceps, he's surprisingly strong...muscular. I move my hands up to his face and into his hair. It's so soft. I tug gently, and he groans. He eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees. I think he's going to push me down on it, but he doesn't. 

Releasing me, he suddenly drops to his knees. He grabs my hips with both his hands and runs his tongue around my navel. He gently nips his way to my hip bone, then across my belly to my other hip bone. Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it's so unexpected and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too-loud breathing. He gazes up at me through long lashes, his eyes a scorching smoky hazel. His hands reach down and undo the button on my jeans, and he pulls down the zipper. Without taking his eyes off mine, his hands move beneath the waistband, skimming me. His hands glide slowly down my backside to my thighs, removing my jeans as they go down. He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact.