Grayson's kisses go through a perfect pattern- bite, lick, suck, repeat. My brain melts into a pile of liquid mush as he continues his assault on my mouth- not that I'm complaining. At this point, I can't even remember my own name. I thought that I was feeling amazing now, but that is nothing to how I feel when I notice something hard against my stomach. At first, I think nothing of it, but when my nails sink into Grayson's back, the hardness jerks forward.
That's when I realize that it's his... thing.
I pause. I've never felt... THAT before. This is something entirely new to me. It's not bad, in fact, it's quite good, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to do now. Does he expect me to have s*x with him now?
Grayson notices my hesitation and stops kissing me to back away a
