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are faster and rougher. We always had a goal to accomplish and did everything to reach our climax, quickly. Grayson is different though. He means what he said. He wants to take his time , become familiar with my body. I felt uncomfortable with his words, knowing there is more meaning to them but give into his expert touch. It feels amazing. It feels right. 
    He brings his lips back to my mouth, and we kiss as he continues his exploration through my body. All the tension building up tonight is finally being released. Actually, thinking about it, the tension had been building since last night.
    I moan again against his lips and feel a hint of a smile as he kisses me. I push off his boxer briefs and grab his impressive length. He’s hard and ready, yet patient. “I need you, now.” I say impatiently and wanting. Damn, I’ve never had to ask for it.
    “I’ve wanted you since I saw you dancing last night at Luxe . It took a lot from me to go up and dance with you. I am not going to rush it. I want to savor each second.” I am stunned, my mouth open as he eyes me waiting for a reaction. I push aside what he said, though part of me knows I should just stop him, but he feels so right. He is getting in too deep, and I’m not what he needs or deserves, but the desperate look in his eyes tugs at the little heart I have, and I just kiss him in response. I am desperate for his touch and to feel him inside me. Truth is, although I can’t give him what he wants; I’m not ready to let him walk just yet.
    I hear the familiar rip of foil, and he puts on a condom. He lowers his body and pushes into me slowly, kissing my lips, jaw, ear, neck.  It seems all his moves are slow and deliberate. He definitely knows what he’s doing and how to drive a woman insane with his touch and movements. I am already bordering my climax and feeling him inside me fuels that fire, but he just stays still for a second, letting the fire die down a bit. Then he begins to move slowly, in and out of me.
    His slow movements feel amazing on my insides. The feeling spreading everywhere in my body, heat rising again, as he takes one of my breasts in his mouth and his fingers play with my other one, increasing the feeling between my legs. His tongue flicks and swirls around my nipple and moves to my other breast.
    I arch my hips up to meet each thrust, intensifying the fullness of his member inside me, spreading me and enclosing myself around him at the same time.
    His mouth meets mine again, and he picks up speed, thrusting into me with need and desire. I continue to meet each of his thrusts, faster and with determination. I feel my body begin to react to his , and I give into it. His tongue dances with mine in my mouth and we move together, perfectly, as we both erupt into moans and shudders, climaxing together. He definitely puts all my other flings to shame.
    We just lay on my bed for a few minutes catching our breaths in comfortable silence, and then Grayson stands up. My heart sinks at the thought of him just up and leaving my apartment. I watch him, but he walks out, still gloriously naked, and goes into the bathroom. I remain on my bed, feeling satisfied, confused, and nervous, flinging my arms over my eyes. 
    What the hell is going on with me? I have a river flow of emotions crashing into me. Grayson returns in silence, and lies down next to me, kissing me on my forehead. I wonder what he’s thinking? He hasn’t as much as spoken a word, but then again neither have I.
    “I don’t do sleepovers.” I repeat my words from this morning. In reality I don’t want him to leave, but sleeping together isn’t my style.
    “I know.” He says with a small smile, but doesn’t move.
    “Shouldn’t you leave now?”
    “Nope.” I press my lips together, annoyed. He just laughs and says, “You aren’t really going to make me drive after drinking, are you?” He raises an eyebrow at me.
    “I think you just burned out the alcohol in your system with what