Love In Colour

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: LOUD NEIGHBOURS & PERSONAL HOMES

The alarm goes off at six, and I'm already awake.

Not because of the sound. I've learnt to sleep through that after years of early shifts; but because Grayson's mouth is between my legs, and I'm already teetering on the edge of something spectacular.

"Gray—-" I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight.

He hums against me, and the vibration sends shockwaves through my body. His tongue is relentless, circling, dipping, teasing. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows every secret spot, every way to make me fall apart.

"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.

He lifts his head just enough to look at me, his lip glistening and his eyes dark with desire. "Please, what?"

"Please let me come."

A slow wicked grin appears. "You can come," he says. "I want you to." His mouth is on me again, and I shatter.

He works me through it, his tongue gentle but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor. When I finally go limp, gasping, he crawls up my body and kisses me. I taste myself. "One down," he murmurs. "Two to go."

"Gray—"

He doesn't let me finish. He slides down my body again, and this time his fingers join his mouth, and I'm already so sensitive that I cry out at the first touch.

"Shh." I feel his breath against my inner thigh. "You don't want to wake the neighbours."

I don't care about the neighbours. I don't care about anything except the way his fingers curl inside me, the way his tongue circles my clit, and the way he's taking me apart piece by piece.

The second orgasm hits me like a wave—rolling and endless, pulling me under. I'm sobbing his name, my hips bucking against his face, and he just keeps going. By the time I come down, I'm trembling. My legs are weak, and I can barely form words. "Gray," I breathe. "I can't—"

"One more." His voice is gentle but firm. "I know you can. You're so close. I can feel it."

He's right, I am close. The third orgasm is already building, a pressure low in my belly, and a heat that spreads through my limbs. He slides two fingers inside me, curls them just right, and his tongue flat against my clit.

I come screaming.

It rips through me, like white-hot, blinding pleasure that is all-consuming. My back arches off the bed. My hands clench the sheets. I feel like I'm flying and falling at the same time. Like I'm everywhere at once.

When I finally collapse, he crawls up my body and wraps me in his arms. I'm shaking, tears streaming down my face, and I don't even know why I'm crying except that it was so much, so good, and so overwhelming.

"I love you," he utters softly against my hair. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I manage to say, my voice sounding wrecked. "But I'm going to be late for work."

He laughs, low and warm. "You've got time."

I look at the clock. I don't have time.

***

The shower is quick, more of a necessity than a luxury. I stare at my reflection, convincing myself that I look put-together. My cheeks and lips remain flushed and swollen, respectively. There's a mark on my collarbone that my scrubs will cover.

When I step out of the bedroom, finally clothed and ready to go, Gray is in the kitchen, making coffee. He's wearing only sweatpants, his chest bare and his hair still mussed from sleep and my hands. The sight of him makes my stomach flip.