"Grayson. We can't keep doing this."
Grayson Meyers smirked up at Harmony with piercing gray eyes, as his fingers made work of the buttons on her blouse. He watched as her beautiful brown eyes, fluttered shut as his calloused fingertips grazed over the smooth, brown flesh that became exposed as he unbuttoned the thin silk material.
"You say that all the time, when we both know you can't stay away from me Harmony."
She opened her eyes, shooting him a deadly gaze. He was right; she couldn't stay away. No matter how much she told herself that this would never work, Harmony Rae Scott was addicted. Grayson Meyers had her wrapped around his fingers. He knew just what to do and say to get underneath her skin and break down the guarding walls she worked so hard to build. He knew exactly how to turn her on, and he knew there was no way she would ever say no.
And this time was no different...
By now her white shirt was on his floor along with the black pencil skirt she was wearing. Grayson had her pinned against his bedroom door, in her bra and panties. His usually gentle eyes were now dark with lust as they paraded over the sight before them. He lightly kissed Harmony's full lips and savored the cherry flavored lip gloss. "Are you sure you that's want Harmony? You want for this to be over?"
Before she could come up with some answer they both knew would be bullshit, he began pressing sloppy kisses to the crook of her neck. Harmony let out a moan, and craned her neck so that Grayson could get better access. He found her pulse and started to suck forcibly until he saw the dark purple bruise appear. Impatiently, Harmony grabbed a handful of his short brown locks, and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him like her life was depending on it, slipping her tongue into his mouth. When air was essential, Harmony pulled back. She rolled her eyes at his still overly dressed body. She reached out to pull the Ralph Lauren polo over his head, tossing it across the room. Her small hands ran over the chiseled abs and over the small patch of hair scattering around his belly button. Grayson's breath hitched when she grabbed him in his shorts.
It was her turn to grin at the bliss filled face he was making as her hands continued their gentle assault. Grayson bit his lip, cursing at how good her fingers were making him feel. He knew if she continued that he would not last and he needed to take his time with her. Grayson removed her hands from his pants ignoring her protests. Wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, he lifted her up into his arms making her squeal out as her legs crossed around his waist. Kissing her once more, he laid her onto his bed. He disconnected their bodies for a moment, taking off his shorts and boxers in one swift motion.
Harmony sighed as she took in his body. Grayson Meyers was the poster child of a mythical Greek god in the flesh. He was very pale, but his muscular physique and above average manhood made up for it. He was absolutely packing, breaking the stereotype that White guys lacked in that department. Grayson was skilled, and found parts of her body she never knew existed. Her thoughts came to a halt, when she felt her panties being slid down her legs. Grayson pressed two fingers inside of her and smiled at how ready she was for him. He moved his fingers in circular motions, feeling her clench around them.
"That feel good, baby?" He asked, eyes locking on to hers.
Harmony sighed, a barely audible "yes" escaping her lips. Her hips started to gyrate in circles against the rhythm of his fingers. Her scent begin to fill the room and that only made Grayson harder with want.