you're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud... i'm about to show you, baby, slow down
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An hour later, I'm following Grayson in my car to his house. I told him I could go home, knowing he's had to deal with me a lot this past week, but he quickly convinced me to go to his.
Is he really going to leave me if I sleep with him? Or have I been completely wrong about him? I'm not sure which one I want.
I blink several times to make my vision clear as I pull into his driveway.
He leads me inside and I drop my shoes at his door, anxiously looking at him. He continues to lead me inside, glancing back at me.
"You wanna shower?" he hums casually. I take a deep breath.
"Only if you come with me"
He stops at my words, slowly turning to look at me.
"If you're fucking with me, I'm going to kill you," he says slowly. I shake my head while I giggle, taking his hand to pull him to the bathroom. I pull my shirt off while Grayson stands in shock.
"You just gonna stand there?" I ask him with a smirk, pulling my pants off. He opens his mouth, only to shut it, and slowly pulls his shirt off. I unclip my bra to let it fall to the ground, trying not to show any insecurities. When his shirt comes over his head, his eyes fall to me and I can see the air leave his lungs.
"Naked?" he blurts. I shrug, dropping my underwear too. He stands frozen, his eyes looking me up and down slowly. Don't think he's seen me completely naked yet.
"That is how a shower works" I tease him, stepping into the shower. His eyes continue to drag up and down my body and I try my hardest not to shy away or cover myself.
When he snaps out of his trance, he drops his pants and underwear in one go, stepping into the shower with me. He immediately pulls me out of under the water stream to kiss me.
"You're so fucking perfect" he mumbles against my lips. When I pull back to breathe, he moves his lips to my neck.
After Grayson found out about Wesley leaving bruises on me, I had to spend hours convincing him that I like when he does it. Especially from his lips.
"Still think my boobs could be bigger" I mutter. He doesn't reply, putting his hands on my waist. He slowly slides his hands up, as if he's testing my reaction. When I don't stop him, he slides his hands until they get to my tits, a happy noise falling from his lips. He squeezes, not too tightly, looking down at me.
"They fit perfectly in my hands, I don't know what you're talking about" he hums, kissing me again. He moves his hands back to my torso, slowly sliding them down. When he gets to my hip bones, he slides them down, only to quickly pull them back up. I whine quietly, making his eyebrows shoot up.
