"So, I was thinking." I say, tracing little figures on Grayson's arm. My head still feels light after our make out session. Hell, Grayson makes me feel light headed by doing nothing at all. Normally, two people sprawled out across this couch would be completely uncomfortable. Especially one of those people being as big as Grayson is. His legs are hanging off the ends of the couch. Even then, he keeps me wrapped in his embrace and hasn't complained even once.

"Hmm?" He hums in reply.

"My family is having a going away party for my brother. He's going back to Miami soon. I was wondering if maybe you would like to join?" I ask. I feel him inhale deeply and immediately feel insecure. "I mean, you don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, I want to." He says, holding one of my hands in his own. "I want to. As long as you want me to go." He adds.

"My parents love you. I mean...you speak Spanish." I laugh. "Plus, my brother is really cool. I think you two will get along." I smile.

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely." I add.

"And when is this going away party?" He asks.

"Tomorrow at noon. We're having it at the restaurant. So of course there will be plenty of food. Knowing my parents, they'll try and make you one of everything. Mami loves being half of the reason that people try new things. Papi will try and talk to you about soccer, but it's okay if you don't know anything about it. It's not exactly the most popular sport." I laugh.

"I'll do anything to make them like me." He admits.

"You don't have to do anything different. They think you're amazing already." I tell him.

"I'm glad." He nods in reply.

I reach over to the side table and grab my phone to check the time.

"Oh my God." I say, sitting up.

"What?" He says, reaching for me the second I leave his arms.

"It's almost three in the morning. How have we been here all night?" I ask. I know we stayed with Shane and Sofia for awhile after drinks, but I didn't think I was here long enough for it to possibly be three in the morning.

"Really?" He asks, seeming to be just as surprised as I am.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea it was that late." I say, getting ready to get up and find my stuff.

"Wait." He says, pulling me back into his arms and snuggling up to me once more.

"Grayson, it's late." I remind him.

"I know. Just lay here with me for a few more minutes? And then I'll let you go." He assures me.

"Okay." I say, giving in instantly.

"Good. Now just cuddle up to me for a bit, yeah?" He says as he turns my body towards him and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.

I sigh at the warmth his body gives me and sink further into him. He wraps a large arm around me and pulls me even closer.

I feel my eyes get heavy and before I can stop myself, I fall asleep.

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I wake up to the smell of citrus and laundry detergent. I begin to open my eyes and see only a nest of black hair surrounding me. Confusion washes over me before I realize exactly who I'm tangled into.

Natalia.

I tighten my hold on her and inhale deeply, loving her scent more than anything. How is it even possible for someone to smell this good all of the time? It's impossible.

From the steady breathing I feel against me, I can tell she's still asleep. I have no idea what time it is, but with the fact that I feel so well rested I can only assume we slept through the night.

I press my lips against her neck and kiss her gently. I move my hand down her back and under her shirt, lifting the material that has already been riding up all night. My fingers begin to trace the bare skin on her back, and I swear I've never felt something so soft in my entire life. Everything on her is soft and perfect. She's so perfect.

My kisses begin traveling further down her neck and when I reach right above her collar bone, I begin the journey back up her neck until i'm right by her ear. I continue this journey once more until I feel her stir under me.

Her little moans get me hard instantly. Panic fills me as I realize that she can most definitely feel me against her. Instead of pulling away, she pushes into me further, causing a low groan to leave my throat.

"Morning." She nearly gasps as my lips find the smallest little dip right underneath her ear. She pushes one of her hands into my hair, guiding my face back towards her neck the moment I try and pull away from her. I move my head and begin to kiss the other side instead. I'll do this forever if she likes it. Hell, I fucking love it.

"Morning." I mutter in response, going back to the place that causes her to moan every time I kiss it. This little dip right under her ear is her favorite spot, I can tell. It's my favorite spot now, too.

I pull my hand from the spot on her back and slide it up her side, gripping it gently. She feels so good in my hands. Every single part of her fits me like a fucking glove. Her hand wraps around the top of mine and she drags it up and places it against her chest.

Holy fuck.

I inhale deeply, not wanting to noticeably freak out. I can do this. She wants me to do this. Hell, I want to do this. If she wants me to touch her this way, then I'll do exactly that. I adjust my body so that she's underneath me and I'm hovering over her. Although the couch is making this a pretty difficult position to be in, I'm making it work for us. I don't want to do anything to kill this mood. I love this.

I pull her top up until it's right underneath her breasts. I don't know if she wants me to even do this. Do I ask her? Do I make the executive decision and just do it anyways? What's the protocol for something like this?

"Take it off." She whispers.

I do as she says and pull her shirt the rest of the way off her body and throw it behind us somewhere. When I look down and see her fully, I can barely even breathe.

She's perfect. Fuck, she's so perfect. She's everything I could ever want and more. She's the definition of perfection. I cup her in my hands and brush over one of her nipples. It hardens under my touch, and I let out a sigh of pleasure. She lets out a little moan at the feeling and arches into me. I kiss her neck some more, wanting her to continue to feel good. I will do absolutely anything to hear those little moans again.

I suck on the skin against her neck, knowing that it'll leave a mark. I want it to leave a mark. I want everyone to know she's mine. She gasps and brings her hand up to hold my head into place. I refuse to leave this spot until she asks me to. Fuck, I want to stay here forever.

"Gray..." She whimpers. My hands begin to knead at the soft skin in my hands. I move my head and dip down to kiss the top of her breasts. They're just as soft and perfect as the rest of her. They aren't what someone would call big, but they fill my hands perfectly. They're the absolute perfect size.

I move my kisses down until I find her nipple and slip it into my mouth. I suck on the hardened flesh and listen to her moan and wiggle underneath me. This is absolutely everything I could ever want. It doesn't even matter the kind of doubt that I had before. The fact that she's under me and moaning at my touch is enough to send me over the edge. I can feel my dick against my sweats, begging for any kind of friction.

Almost as if she could read my mind, she reaches down and begins to palm at me over my sweatpants. Holy fuck. I let out a groan in pleasure that sends small vibrations over her nipple.

"Oh my God, Grayson." She moans, grabbing the breast that isn't in my mouth. I push my hand up and replace mine with hers. I want to be the one giving these all of the attention they deserve. I want every single piece of her.

"You're perfect. God, you're perfect." I say, moving my mouth to the other breast.

She's still running her hand against my dick in the best way possible. I don't think anyone has ever touched my dick like this. Actually, I know that's the truth. No one has touched me this way. I've never touched anyone this way, either. This is all so new.

"I want these off." She says, tugging on my sweatpants. I pull away for a second to tug the sweats down my legs. Her hands go to my cock immediately. I hang my head in pleasure the second I feel one of her little hands wrap around my cock.

"Oh my God." I groan as she begins to pump her hand.

"Does that feel good?" She whispers.

"Yes. God, yes." I groan, gripping the fabric of the couch. I can feel the muscle in my arm tightening. If I wasn't afraid that I would hurt her, I would have collapsed by now.

If I don't do something soon, I'm going to finish before she even gets an opportunity to. Without giving it a second thought, I move my hand from her breast to the top of her leggings. She arches her hips up and tightens her grip on my cock.

"Is this okay?" I ask as my fingers play with the hem of her leggings.

"Yes. Grayson, please." She nearly begs. I push myself up and quickly discard the material from her legs. She's left only in her black, cotton panties. They're simple and perfect. They're quite possibly the sexiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on.

I drag one finger down the front of her and feel her squirm underneath me. Maybe this is something I could actually be good at. Given, I have had absolutely no practice in this. The noises she makes and the wiggling underneath me has me thinking that practice never really mattered anyways.

I do what I think she would want. Instead of keeping my touch above the fabric, I push it to the side and run my finger through her folds. Her lips are so soft and full, I could stay here all day. I feel her arousal coating my finger and groan at the feeling.

"Fuck, baby." I groan, rubbing my finger against her clit. I mentally thank myself for all of the amateur porn I've watched in the past. If it wasn't for that, I surely would have no idea what I'm doing.

"More. Please, Gray." She moans.

I slide my finger down and slip it inside of her entrance. It's so fucking warm and tight, I could get off just by this feeling. She cries out in pleasure and bucks her body up to me instantly. I use my thumb and begin rubbing her clit once more. Her hands begin rubbing me again, causing my movements to quicken. I want her to finish. I want this more than I could possibly want anything else in the world.

Almost as if on cue, I feel her tighten around my finger as her breathing turns into quick little pants.

"Tan buena." She cries as she comes apart under me.

So good.

Hearing her speak these words in Spanish while getting off is enough to send me over the edge.

I don't have a chance to warn her before my own orgasm follows. I groan at the feeling as her hand continues to tug at me every second it happens.

I look down at watch as my load shoots out and lands on her stomach and chest. She gasps as the last bit lands on her chin. Once I get ahold of my own breathing, I get up and pull my sweats back up to cover myself.

"Hold on. Let me get something for you." I say, not wanting her to lay there with that on her for any longer than necessary.

"Okay." She giggles as she watches me walk to the kitchen and grab a rag.

My head is still cloudy and everything feels way too good to be real right now.

Natalia is going to absolutely ruin me, I'm sure of it.

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