Naya moans a little louder as Grant teases her. She responds by moving her hand down, and begins palming him through his boxers. If it’s the teasing game they were going to play, then she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Naya moans again and tilts her head back, letting her hormones take over completely. “I love you Grant.” she moans softly.
Grant bites down on her neck a little harder, milking Naya’s moans for all they were worth. He feels her hand on him and his eyes flutter closed, groaning against the side of her neck. He leans up to connect their lips again, murmuring her name. His hand moves over the fabric of her underwear and presses down, her head leaning back from his. He almost smirks, loving the feeling of her arching her back beneath him. When she says she loves him it catches him off guard and he almost freezes. He looks into her eyes, his own softening. “I love you too.” He mutters, his voice low.
Naya sighs in relief and returns to kissing him. “I don’t need to wait, I know this is right.” she says with a smile and pulling him close. She runs her hands down Grant’s sides again and tugging at his boxers. “I’ll always want you. Forever and always.” she murmurs, pulling away a bit to catch her breath. She lets out a moan into his ear as Grant moves to kiss her neck.
Grant smiles and feels Naya relax against him, leaning into him, their hips creating more friction. He feels her hands on his sides again and he leans forward, laying her down on the bed again, his mouth going to her neck. His one elbow propped him up while his other hand slides down her stomach, making lazy circles on her lower stomach. He dips his hand down further, skimming over the fabric of her underwear. His hand gravitates to her inner thigh, his touches light and teasing. His lips are still brushing over her neck, sucking softly and nipping from time to time.
Naya moans softly, wrapping one of her legs around his waist. “I want you so bad.” She groans, pulling him close and kissing him passionately. Her hands slide down and toy with the waistband if his boxers, looking up into Grant’s eyes. “Baby, I want this. But if you think we’re moving too fast, I understand. Just tell me.” Naya whispers, slightly nervous. The butterflies.in her stomach return as she waits for his response.
Grant kisses her back, one of his hands resting on the leg she now had hitched around his waist. A small sound came from the back of his throat as Naya’s hands drag down over his sides to the waistband of his boxers. She pulled back from him, and he could see nerves in her eyes as she murmured to him. He kissed her cheek and pushed some hair that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ear. Grant looks into her eyes, their noses almost touching. The side of his mouth tugged up a little and he blinked a few times. “I just want you to be comfortable. We can wait, if you’d like. We don’t need to rush this.” He smiled a bit more and leaned in to kiss her again. “I’ll still want you this much tomorrow and the next day after that.”
Naya pouts a bit when Grant gets off the bed, but she bites down on her lips softly, yet again, this time though, checking him out. He had a really great body. Muscles, but not too much, just right. She smiles as he comes back wrapping her arms around his neck possessively. Naya kisses him, and grinds upwards into him. Making sure to press her body up against his.
Grant’s hands grip Naya’s thighs, his tongue and lips roughly moving against hers, feeling her body pressed flush to his. Her hips rolled into his and he groaned into her mouth, his own hips pressing into hers. Grant’s hands run over the top of her thighs to the insides, lightly skimming over the skin there. He watches her arch her back again slightly while he shifts his body and his mouth down. He kisses and drags his teeth lightly over the skin on her collarbone, murmuring into her chest. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
She lets out another soft moan as he kisses her neck, knowing that there would be marks later. Naya smiles as and bites her lip as Grant helps her with her dress. She nods to him, letting him slide it off her body and tossing it to the side. She kisses him wildly and passionately again, tangling her hands in Grant’s hair. She let’s their tongues wrestle while reaching for his belt buckle, undoing it.
Grant slides the dress up and off of her back, tossing it on the floor somewhere near them. Naya leans in and kisses him fiercely again, and he’s sighing as her hands tangle and tug at his hair. He felt her hands move from his hair to his lower stomach and reach for his belt buckle, her hands swiftly undoing it. He pushes himself off the bed for a second, bending his knees slightly and pushing his jeans down his legs. He steps out of them and walks back over to the bed, his eyes resting on Naya’s body. His jaw loosened and he leans in to kiss her, whispering how beautiful she is, his hands on her thighs.
Naya smirks a bit when Grant hungrily pulls her lips back to his, getting more turned on by his roughness. She feels his bare chest, radiating heat and warmth and she pulls him closer. “Im so lucky.” she murmurs in between kisses, still not believing all of this was happening. Naya reaches for the zipper of her dress, fumbling with it a bit. Grant was distracting her by kissing her neck and she moans, “Oh Grant…” softly.
Grant’s lips are still moving against hers when he leans up and pulls her with him so she can reach the zipper of her dress. He breaks from her lips and his mouth goes to her neck, pressing kisses there, his teeth nipping softly from time to time. He chuckles against her skin when she fumbles with her zipper, struggling. He reaches behind her and grabs it, sliding it down smoothly and slowly, still grinning against her neck and dragging his lips over it. He leans back and his hands go to her hips and sides slowly bunching up her dress at the sides and sliding it up her hips.
He gently presses their foreheads together, their lips almost touching and his breath ghosting over her mouth. His darkened eyes meet hers and he looks at her for few moments, his breathing shallow before leaning in and kissing her again, his hands still playing with her dress on her hips, silently asking permission.
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Naya arches her back slightly into Grant, moaning softly. She’s turned on by everything he was doing, she pulls him closer and kisses him roughly and passionately, letting their tongues wrestle. “God you’re amazing.” Naya whispers, in Grant’s ear, nibbling on it a bit, before leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck, sucking on it a bit and biting softly, leaving a red mark. She smirks a bit, looking into his eyes, “So everyone knows you’re mine.” she whispers.
They’re pressed flush together when she arches against him. He can almost feel her heartbeat against his chest and he continues kissing her, savoring the feeling of her lips on his and the way she moaned quietly into his mouth. His hands almost don’t know where to go first and he places them on her sides, parallel to her rib cage. He slowly drags them down to her lower hips, their tongues moving against each others and his teeth scraping over her bottom lip.
She pulls away slightly and whispers in his ear, her teeth grazing his lobe before she kisses down his neck and sucks on a small spot, biting. She muses lightly about ‘people knowing he’s hers’ and he instinctively lets out a quiet “God,” before he brought his hands to her neck and the side of her face, bringing her lips back to his. It was so possessive and hot and he groaned, the only thought in his head about how lucky he was.
Naya pulls him closer, readjusting them on the bed. Grant was too good of a kisser, knowing how to leave her breathless with each kiss. She tangles her hands into his hair, messing them a bit, but she didn’t care. She moans softly against his lips, unable to contain herself. Everything he did was turning her on. And god, that sound that came from his throat just now, it was so hot. Naya slips a hand up Grant’s shirt, feeling his heart beating. She smiles absentmindedly, but continues kissing him passionately. She couldn’t stop, he was like a magnet that always pulled her back. Naya plays with the bottom of his shirt, silently asking for permission.
Grant’s breathing is labored as he kisses her, his hands skimming up her sides slightly, flattening out. And then her hands are in his hair and she moans and he can’t help but let out a shaky sigh, pressure and heat building in his stomach, his head swimming. Suddenly it seems all that matters is getting any sound out of her that he can. Her hand slides over his stomach under his shirt and to his chest before bringing both of her hands to the hem of his shirt, toying with it. He takes it as a signal, kneeling back on his heels and pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to his right on the floor, leaning back down and connecting their lips again. One of his hands rest on her jaw, returning the intensity of the kiss from before, while the other travels back down to her hip, curving comfortably.
Naya leans back onto the bed as Grant leans forward. When he pulls away, she catches her breath, their kissing leaving her breathless. He was such an amazing kisser, and it was getting addicting. She looks into Grant’s eyes and laughs softly at his question. Naya didn’t know where this was going, but she wasn’t about to stop it. “Movies schmovies.” she says playfully and pulls him in for another kiss, lightly tracing Grant’s lips with her tongue.
He went to let out another small laugh but he was interrupted as Naya pulled him back to her and their lips met again. He’s slightly caught off guard but he reacts quickly, his arms tightening around her back. She knows how to kiss, he thinks to himself, but doesn’t have time to question his own ability before he feels her tongue on his lips. He parts his lips a little further, deepening he kiss, feeling almost lightheaded. He leans forward farther, shifting his knees and hovering over her, his hands coming to rest on the side of her hips, gripping them lightly and letting out a small throaty sound, his lips moving desperately against hers.
Naya smiles and press her body closer against Grant’s. She loved the feeling she got the longer they kissed. It left her breathless, head spinning from forgetting to breathe. She moans softly as he bites down on her lip. Naya kisses more passionately and a bit rougher than before.
He almost shivers when she moans, the small sound echoing in his head. Without even realizing it he’s sighing into the kiss, leaning more forward so she almost needs to lean back. He feels the bed somewhat shift beneath him and his hands are still wrapped around the small of her back. He kisses her until he has to breathe and he pulls away, tilting his head down to kiss her jaw, his eyes still somewhat heavy-lidded. He kisses back down her jaw, humming quietly. He smiles and tilts his head back up, their foreheads almost touching. “So, movie?” He asks playfully, “Or I mean, we could do this all night. No protests here.” He grins a little wider, leaning in and pressing another quick kiss to her lips.
She bites down on her lips softly as Grant comes sits by her and nods at his request. Naya smiles and kisses him back, wrapping her arms around Grant’s neck. It was even better than she remembered. It wasn’t a dare, and there was no alcohol involved. Just the two of them. She absentmindedly runs a hand through his hair.
He kisses her somewhat slowly, his parted lips moving against hers. He feels her arms wrap around his neck and he moves a little closer to her still, his hands resting just behind her hips. He deepens the kiss slightly, his hands moving from her hips to the small of her back. He smiles into it, not being able to help it. It wasn’t because of a dare, and he wasn’t drinking and it was just the two of them. Her hand goes through his hair and he almost hums, biting a bit on her lip.
Naya smiles and holds Grant close all the way back to the hotel. They reach their hotel and head up to Grant’s room. He opens the door and they go inside. Naya immediately plops down on his bed with a smile. “You know, we haven’t kissed since the party..” she says with a smirk.
Grant walks down the hallway with her in comfortable silence. They get to his room and he opens it with his key, holding the door open for her once again. Naya walks into his room and heads straight for his bed, sitting on it with small thud. He closes the door, turning around and putting his key on a table kind of near the entryway. He walks over to where Naya’s sitting as the makes a comment about how they hadn’t kissed since the night of Dianna’s party.
"Oh really?" He asks, his voice somewhat teasing. He sits next to her, turning and meeting her eyes. He smiles himself and leans in a bit, getting closer to her. "Shall we fix that?" He muses lightly before leaning in and connecting their lips.
Naya smiles, “Nope, you’re not the lucky one. I am.” she whispers with a grin. She smiles all the way back on their walk. Hawaii was beautiful anytime, “Nope, anything is fine with me. Let me guess, no Rachel McAdams’ movies?” Naya asks with a soft laughs. A gust of wind picks up and she realizes she’s only wearing a dress so she shudders and gets closer to Grant.
He feels Naya shiver and pull tighter against him and he realized she was cold. It wasn’t like he really minded, and he relaxed his arm a little, letting her lean against him a little. He looked ahead and the hotel was getting closer, so they’d be there soon as it was. He laughed a little when she commented on Rachel McAdams’ movies. “I can’t help it, okay?” He teased, grinning. “I’m just a mess when it comes to her.” They crossed a small street and approached the hotel.
He opened the door and let her go in first, following after her. They walked to the elevator and he pressed the ‘up’ arrow, slightly leaning against the wall as he waited for the elevator to come. He shifted his weight from his left to his right foot and the elevator gave a ‘ding’ before opening. He stepped in with Naya and pressed the 6 button- their floor.
Naya smiles and nods, getting up. “I agree, let’s go.” she links her arms with Grant’s and they leave the restaurant, eyes trailing after them. She walks with him back to the hotel, enjoying the Hawaiian air. Naya leans her head on his shoulder with a smile. “This was such a great idea.” she tells him. “How did I get so lucky?” Naya says, looking up at him. Grant was… perfect. Everything a girl dreamed for and more. He never ceased to amaze her.
It still wasn’t cold out, but the air was cooler and crisp as they walked. Streetlights were on and even though it was darker, everything was still so pretty. He walked arm in arm with Naya for some time when she leans her head on his shoulder. He smiles reflexively and kisses the side of her head before looking back in front of them. “I’m the lucky one.” He mumbled, not even sure if she could hear him or not. They continued walking and he just enjoyed it.
They walked in comfortable silence, Grant smiling as they did so. He could see the hotel in the distance. He liked things as they were at that point, people walking by every now and then. “Any movie in particular you’d like to watch?” He mused, her head still leaning on his shoulder a bit.
“You’re welcome.” Naya says with a smile. She takes another sip of her water and they both finish eating quickly. She was nervous, stomach full of butterflies, but she still managed to have an appetite. Naya was the type of girl who loved eating. She didn’t understand why girls didn’t. She typically didn’t care if she lost her figure, all you needed to do was exercise regularly.
“So, off to the movies or back to the hotel. Movies with making out in the back in public? Or cuddling in private.” Naya says with a smirk, scrunching up her nose a bit. She wipes her mouth with her napkin, then takes another sip of her water.
He finished his pasta somewhat quickly, and Naya did as well. He wiped his mouth with his napkin, setting it down and drinking the rest of his water. The food was really good. Just as good and he had remembered from the last time he was there. He ran his hand through his hair and smiled as the waitress came back giving them the check and taking the plates. He thanked her again and she walked away and looked at the check, taking out his wallet.
He looked back over at Naya, smiling when she asked him if he wanted to go to a theater or back to the hotel. He’d rather be alone with her as it was, seeing as though some people in the restaurant had been looking at her the entire time they were there. He pulled some bills out from his wallet and put them on the table under the check, pinning them there.
"Let’s go back to the hotel. More private." He said, grinning. He had also seen some good movies on demand while he was flipping through channels hours before, so it didn’t seem like a huge sacrifice.
Naya nods in agreement, eating some of the pasta. It was delicious, “Dang boy, you know your food.” she says with a laugh. She eats more of the pasta, deciding that she really loved it and had to learn the recipe soon. Naya chews slowly then swallows, reaching for her glass to take a sip of water. She takes an extra napkin and wipes her mouth. Naya looks up at Grant and giggles when she sees a bit of sauce in the corner of his mouth. “Hey babe, come here.” she says, leaning forward and using a napkin to wipe it off. “There. Perfection once again.”
He eats more of his pasta, laughing slightly when Naya compliments his choice. “Why thank you,” He says after he’s swallowed the mouthful that he had. “I’m glad you like it.” He said, smiling. She looks up at him and starts giggling, and his eyebrows go together slightly as he tilts his head, wondering why. She picks up her napkin and leans in, bringing the napkin to his face. He understands what she’s doing as she’s wiping the sauce from his face and he grins.
"Thank you." He says, bringing his own napkin to his mouth out of reflex. He puts it down and drinks more of his water, it almost gone. He eats another fork of pasta, savoring how good it really is. He realized he was eating kind of quickly but he really didn’t completely mind. He hadn’t really eaten beforehand, his nerves messing with his appetite.