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already sampled every bit of him by then anyway. We were knowing each other. Claiming each other.
    At one point our eyes locked and our movements stopped. Our gaze went so deep, I almost felt we were entering each other somehow. Then he took my face in both of his hands and kissed me so tenderly I felt I was falling. He parted his lips and I responded by opening mine. His tongue touched mine and he rolled on top of me, embracing me in his arms. I both felt as if we were falling together and as if he’d caught me. If there’d been any part of me that had been resisting Grayson, it was gone in that moment.
    I wrapped my arms around his neck and he stroked his hand down my side as we kissed deeply. I felt his hardness against my thigh. The heat between my legs was instant, and only gave flight to everything else. In his arms, with his firm weight on top of me, my entire body was soaring. I opened myself to him and he entered me with one stroke. Like one long exhale.
    We held each other tightly and made love, kissing and caressing and nuzzling each other as he rocked me. As our intensity grew, my feelings for him grew too. My chest feel like it was going to burst. I rose myself to meet him and opened more and more to him and felt every inch of his shaft rubbing in and out of me. I honestly couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began. We seemed to merge together and become one unit. The sensation startled and amazed me.
    His thrusts grew more urgent and he held me more fiercely. He whispered my name in my ear. “Chloe.”
    He said it like a term of endearment.
    “Grayson,” I whispered.
    “Chloe.” His hot breaths warmed my neck and we moved together faster. “I want this forever,” he said, and I burned for him both body and soul. “I want you.”
    I want you too.
    I clung to him and he held me in his strong arms as we swayed together, his hard cock stroking every inch of me until I caught fire. As my heart melted, hot pleasure rose in me. Higher and higher. Higher than I’d ever been and I almost couldn’t take it. He said my name once more and we cried out together as we exploded into a joint orgasm. His hard cock pulsed against me as the pleasure overtook me. As he pounded me, I contracted around his cock and my climax stretched out in wave after wave. I cried out again and arched back violently, completely consumed. White pinpricks of light danced on the edge of my vision. At last the waves began to retreat and I clutched him as the power of my orgasm began to relent. He was still stroking me, softly and slowly, drawing the remaining bits of pleasure out of my body.
    By the time I lay loosely in his arms, completely spent, my world had changed forever.
    We were both panting, coming down from the high. I looked into those blue eyes and he smiled. His lone dimple appeared on his cheek. I reached up and touched it gently with the tip of my finger. I was still lightheaded and weak from my orgasm.
    We held each other’s eyes. With only the sound of our ragged breathing in the background, I looked at Grayson and saw the way he was looking at me. I thought he was going to tell me he loved me.
    My heart began to pound. I still couldn’t say if it was due to longing or fear.
    Finally he took a breath, ready to speak. If he told me he loved me, I honestly didn’t know what I would say back.
    But this is what he said: “I used to think my parents were crazy.”
    My eyebrows shot up in surprise, then I laughed. “Well, that’s not what I expected you to say.”
    “What did you expect me to say?”
    His question caught me off guard and I looked at him frankly, wondering if he could see it on my face. There was a pregnant pause. He kept his eyes on mine, but stroked my hair gently.
    “I don’t know,” I said, smiling now. Keeping it playful. “I guess I just didn’t expect your parents to come into the conversation so soon after we... you know.”
    “You know?” he asked, his eyes twinkling at my hesitation