Unproven Chapter
If you're loved by someone, you're never rejected, decide what to be and GO BE IT
-The Avett brothers
Recommend Reading Introduction to Unproven
DEFINITELY READ Prologue
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six
Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two Chapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Four
“I have always wanted to wear a grass skirt.” Ary shook her hips, loving the way the green strands tickled her legs.
“I think I’ve always wanted to see you in one, though I didn’t realize it,” Grayson grinned. “That and the coconut bra,” he cupped her and frowned, “Mmm, scratch that, it looks good but it’s unsqueezable.”
Ary giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. The sound of the ocean lapping against the shore outside their bungalow was intoxicating, as was the constant smell of salt. Living in California she’d been to the beach hundreds of times, but staying on it was a wholly different experience.
“I can’t wait until the sun goes down.” She kissed his neck and eyed the big blanket she intended to bring out to the sand.
“You know I was thinking the same thing, but for me it’s literal.” He scooped her up, startling a laugh from her as he deposited her on the bed. “This has to go,” he said unclasping the coconut shells and tossing them aside, “and this,” he put a thumb through her panties and pulled them off. “This however,” he fingered the skirt, “can stay right where it is.” He brushed the strands to the side and shimmied down until he was hovering over her. He waited for her to arch toward him before giving an experimental lick.
“Oh God,” Ary breathed.
“You like that?” he asked, using his thumbs to spread her open.
“Oh,” she gasped, “uh huh.”
His tongue swirled a path up and down her sensitive flesh, flicking across her clit as she pumped her hips toward him, moaning helplessly. He brought his lips into play, kissing and sucking every inch of her until she was drenched. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore teasing, he closed his lips around her little bud and sucked as his tongue swirled around it. “Graysonnnnn!” She came fiercely, her hips bucking, her eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm soared.
She was still coming when he plunged into her, causing her eyes to pop open. His button-up white silk shirt was gaping open with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the contrast of the white on his muscular and tanned chest was breathtaking. He was a beautiful sight as he thrust into her repeatedly, his dark hair falling over his blue eyes that were half-shut in ecstasy. She could come again just from watching him.
He dropped on his elbows, slowing his pace for a moment. “When you look at me like that,” he whispered, “I could almost believe…” He kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and entangling his hands in her hair. He pumped into her slowly as he continued devouring her mouth, his climax beginning to build despite the easy pace. He groaned into her mouth as he started to come, his tongue becoming a part of the orgasm as she sucked on it. He kept pumping slowly and continued to moan as his semen poured into her in a steady stream.
When he was finished his nerve endings continued to thrum with pleasure, traveling up and down his legs. He nipped her lower lip and she breathed a soft laugh, running her hands through his hair.
“I love you,” she said softly.
He stilled.
Although her eyes frequently conveyed that message, it was the first time she’d said it aloud and he was completely unprepared. He pecked the corner of her mouth and rolled to his feet, escaping into the bathroom. He shut the door and took a piss, bracing one hand against the wall as he put his head in the other one. He should have said it back. He’d said it dozens of other times to other girls, all part of his agenda. But it was the way she had said it. Simply, without fanfare. He finished and pushed away from the wall.
When he opened the door she was standing there. His eyes shifted.
She laughed softly, “It’s okay Grayson, it’s just the way I feel and I wanted you to know. No expectations so please don’t feel awkward.” She smiled widely, “I love you and that’s my deal.”
He nodded.
“I need to use the bathroom, though.”
He blinked and breathed a laugh, moving to the side so she could pass.
He dressed slowly trying to suppress the feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s not real, he insisted inwardly, by the time you’re done with her you’ll see that. He took a deep breath and closed off the doubts, letting his emotions slide back into their comfortably numb state.
When she came out he was holding up her clothes with an easy smile. “Time to go see some sights.”
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