Mary awoke in Grant's strong arms and felt content. She marveled at the fact that she didn't have a single nightmare the whole night; well, aside from the one that got Grant into her bed. She definitely wasn't upset about that one either. He was still sleeping and so she took the opportunity to watch him. He was, as she already knew, simply gorgeous: strong chiseled chin, full, soft lips that looked utterly kissable, dark, nearly black, mussed hair, and she knew the eyes were killer without seeing them. She watched him slowly breathe in and out again and envied how soundly he could sleep. She lifted her hand to his face to feel the stubble that was showing. His face was warm, and the stubble was rough and she loved touching his skin.
Grant drew in a deep breath and moaned. He opened his eyes and Mary looked intently into the brilliant green. He looked back at her and she seemed to be nearly glowing. There was no awkwardness, no confusion. She looked radiant: her dark brown hair framing her beautiful face. Her skin was so fair and her cheeks rosy pink. Her big, brown eyes drew him in; they were so dark.
"Mornin'. Did you sleep okay this time around?"
"Mmm, perfectly."
She licked her lips and stretched in his arms. Grant was overtaken by the desire to make love to her. So, he settled with trying to steal a kiss. He pulled her close and held her tightly. He pressed his lips lightly onto hers, and much to his surprise and delight, she deepened the kiss and hesitantly slid her tongue past his parted lips. He moaned into her mouth and passionately reciprocated.
Mary couldn't believe the electricity flowing through her. All she wanted to do was stay in this cozy bed at sunrise forever. She felt she had lost control of herself and wasn't at all upset about it. For once, she lost her inhibitions and took what she wanted. She slid her hands up his shirt and found his muscled back. Lightly, she ran her nails down his back causing him to get goose bumps. She liked his reactivity and continued to let her hands wander the expanse of his back.
Grant was surprised at the touch of her little hands, but he didn't want her to stop. Taking her lead, he ran his hands up the back of her shirt. She seemed to tense a little but she definitely wasn't fighting back. He continued to explore and found the clasp of her bra that she was still wearing. At first, he decided to leave it be, but slowly, he began to fiddle with the mechanism. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. He hoped that she would give him just a little trust. He unclasped her bra and freed her small breasts.
"May I take this off you?"
Filled with desire, Mary still wasn't sure. But, she wasn't about to back off now. The warmth had been steadily growing between her legs and it wouldn't be denied. She looked at him, his face, so handsome and open. She tried to read his eyes and only saw tenderness glazed over with a hint of lust. Mary decided that was exactly what she was hoping to see and helped him remove her bra.
Still in her t-shirt, he looked down at her protruding nipples and his growing erection climaxed. "Mary, I think you're beautiful." He again pulled her close and assaulted her mouth. Even with a hint of morning breath, she tasted wonderful to him. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, having her in his arms, allowing him to explore.
He leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. Mary watched as he did this. She was so excited. He looked positively delicious. She ran her hands over his warm chest as he lay back down.
"Grant, I don't know how to say this. I, you look so amazing. And I'm really attracted to you, but..."
"You can never see me again?" Grant quipped playfully.
She let out a laugh that shocked even her. "No, no, nothing quite that dramatic. I just have had bad experiences with men, and I am just afraid of moving too fast.
"Well how's about we make a deal? If I do something you aren't ready for, you tell me and I will try not to act too disappointed. And you continue to see me. I want to see so much more of you, in all aspects."
Her heart was bursting. Though she had been somewhat difficult, he was still interested in her. "That sounds like a really good deal."
She leaned in a kissed him with a fluttering in her heart. He kissed her deeply and playfully nibbled her lip. She let out a gasp the made Grant's blood boil in his veins. He wanted to explore every curve and crevice. He figured, what the hell, she would stop him if she wanted. So he took a risk and gently began to pull the t-shirt up.
"Wait."
Grant stopped and watched as the scuttled underneath the covers and came back up holding her shirt. She made sure to cover herself with the blanket.
"I'm just, I don't want you to see me."
"Mary, since I met you I have thought you were nothing but beautiful. Do you think my mind would change now that you've got me painfully excited?"
Mary blushed wildly and scooted against Grants chest. He could feel her warm breasts and stomach pressed up against him. He held her tightly, and for her comfort, attempted not to look down. He moved his hands from her hips, down the enclave of her side, and brushed a thumb lightly over her nipple. He was thrilled to find it hard and to feel her shudder in his arms.
He gently left a kiss on her pouty lips. He moved to kiss her ear, her nose, her chin. He lingered at her neck, breathing his hot breath on it, kissing it ever so gently. He moved downward, sweetly kissing her collarbone. He could feel her begin to tense, but she hadn't stopped him yet. So he continued downward kissing her chest and finally, lightly kissed one of her erect nipples. She cooed longingly, so he moved to the other and kissed that one also. With an equal reaction, he continued to gently massage her nipple with his tongue.
He came back up and passionately kissed her mouth. Suddenly, on impulse he rolled on top of her clearly shocking her. He lightly brushed back her hair with his hands and looked down at her, her eyes closed in pleasure. She was so small and young, but more importantly, incredible.
"Can I ask you something, Mary."
Slowly raising her lids, she looked into his emerald eyes. "Anything." She wasn't sure if she was responding to his question, or was just willing to give him whatever he wanted.
"What happened that got you so gun shy about men?"
At that, she snapped back so reality and felt deflated. "I want to tell you. But, I can't. It's just too hard. Just believe me that I am going to try my hardest to not let it stand in my way anymore."
Grant looked at her intensely and petted her hair. He couldn't believe that where was someone out there that would hurt who so much. Lost in thought, his stomach let out a low growl, which had Mary giggling at him.
"I think I'm hungry. Would you like to get breakfast with me?"
"Only if I get to choose where." She had a sly, devilish smile on her face.
"Ooo, I dunno with that face. Where is it you want to go, darlin'?"
"You have to promise to go, first. Then I'll tell you."
"This is risky business, if you ask me. Okay, I promise."
She giggled and squirmed with delight. "We're going to Waffle House!"
Grant grimaced and groaned as if in terribly pain. He rolled off her dramatically and acted like he was dying. "Mary, I'm not used to injecting poison into myself."
"Oh hush, you're only saying that cause everybody else says that. Waffle House is delicious."
Grant rolled out of bed and put on his shirt. He messed with his hair a little as if he was doing something productive. Mary watched with such curiosity. He stopped, realizing he was being watched and stared back at her. "Well, we're never gonna make it there if you don't get out of bed, little missy."
"Um, could you just turn around for a second?"
He did as she asked and heard her run into the bathroom and swing the door closed. Grant smiled to himself about her modesty after he had just had his mouth around those beautiful, pink nipples. He stepped towards the door and heard the shower running.
"Girl loves her showers," he said to himself. He knocked on the door.
"Yes?"
"Could I come in, possibly use your toothbrush. I promise I will try my hardest not to look."
She stood in the shower mulling over this request. It wasn't like he was coming in to shower with her, and he said he would "try" not too look. Imagining it, Mary felt that familiar warmth between her legs. Was it normal? Did normal, perfectly adjusted girls, not care if a guy came in briefly? If she stood sideways just right, he wouldn't be able to see much of her at all. And he had already seen her breasts.
"Um, okay." Her voice was shaky, and she hoped he didn't hear.
He walked in with his hand held up to blind himself. She giggled at that and felt slightly more comfortable. She lathered herself up with soap, unaware that he was sneaking a look. Once again, an erection quickly grew and he had to adjust himself. He tried to focus on brushing his teeth but he couldn't stop sending sideways glances her way. She really was, quite possibly, the most beautiful girl he'd ever looked upon. When he was finished, he raised his hand back up and walked back out.
He looked around, not really sure what to do while he waited. So, he lay back down and stared at the ceiling thinking about what was happening between Mary and him. He grinned to himself and allowed his mind to wander underneath her clothes. He heard the shower turn off and turned towards the door. Mary peeked out.
"Um, could you step out for a second so I could dress."
"No...no, I don't think so."
"Really?" Her heart fluttered a little in her chest.
"Of course not really, darlin'." Grant chuckled warmly and rose from the bed. He walked over to where her face was peeking out the door and laid a soft kiss on her lips. "I'll wait in the living room."
As he left the room, Mary released the sigh of rapture she was holding in. She was floating on cloud nine. She got dressed carefully. She pulled on a pair of satin white panties and put on a white, lacey bra. She then put on a flirty little skirt and a tank top. What the hell was she doing? Did she plan on having sex with him? He probably wouldn't even see the panties. Oh well, she was dressed.
She walked into the living room and saw him going through a photo album he had found.
"This is your sister and brother, right?" He raised the album for her to see.
"Yeah, that's Annie and Tommy."
Grant looked at her hungrily. Did she know what she was doing to him? He wanted to venture under that cute little skirt so badly. And that tank top seemed to push her little breasts up and out at him. He put down the album, stood, and walked to her. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist and lowered his head to taste her lips. She tasted divine and smelled like a lavender heaven. Pulling away he looked into her dark eyes and his stomach fluttered.
