Chapter 51. Pleasure Paradox

BELLE

Forty-five minutes later, I was splayed out over Grayson’s bare chest, completely breathless as sweat dripped down my still-buzzing body.

Grayson’s fingers—the same fingers that had been inside of me only moments before—were running up and down my back in lazy strokes, leaving pleasurable shivers in their wake.

He had just given me two of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. He was getting so good at making me come that he barely even had to try anymore.

He just played my body like a violin, knowing exactly what to do to have me flying over the edge repeatedly, however many times he wanted, without any mercy.

But something inside of me still itched—had been itching for the past several weeks.

No matter how much time we spent in this bed, or in the shower, or against our kitchen counter, or on the living room floor, bringing each other to new heights, it was never enough.

There was this constant need inside of me that was growing