Literally and figuratively. Not sure how I deserve his kind of sweetness.
He loves carrying me around the house in his strong arms.
Mainly because he cops dirty feels of me.
I’m never going to complain.
“Are you, baby-girl?” His rough…low voice flusters me, so much so the spoon clatters back on the plate and splatters a drop of melted ice cream onto my thumb, I quickly suck away.
His eyes flare.
I tighten my thighs. The ache in the apex is swift and lovely.
“Am I what?”
“Wearing panties?”
Air whooshes out of my lungs with my startled laugh.
Not that he doesn’t dirty talk with me all the time.
He’s quite the rogue is my sugar D, especially on his rock star nights when he plays a gig with his two buddies.
The music, the stage, the setting and the cheering crowd does something to Gray’s libido, infuses it with a steroids, testosterone and Viagra cocktail. Because by the end of the night my ears burn, and my own juices coat the inside of my thighs and it’s all from the naughty things he whispers to me while we sit squashed into a booth enjoying drinks and the atmosphere, delaying foreplay to heighten the pleasure.
I love his mouth. And he knows I love it, by the way his little smirk twitches arrogantly confident.
And I love the filth that comes out of those two perfect lips.
Up out of my chair, my thighs shaking, his darkening gaze on me, he watches in the same way a tiger would watch a poor innocent bunny rabbit before it pounces.
Luckily for me I’m in the mood to be mauled.
“Come with me and find out.”
His hand in mine, my pulse skittering like a cat, it’s a tossup who leads who across to the restroom. He shoves me ungentlemanly inside and turns the little lock on the door, not even caring that we may have locked some unsuspecting person using one of the stalls in there with us to listen to our very married sex that’s about to happen.
One teasing step taken back, my eyes fix to his gorgeous face. “Go ahead, sugar D. Put your hand up my dress and see if the pussy you own is covered or not.”
His nostrils flare, and I swear I can taste his arousal growing in the thick air surrounding us. Behind me, I brace my hands against the sink, let my legs spread just a little… invitinglywaiting.
It doesn’t take him but a second to join me.
He’s very pleased with his findings.
So am I when he elicits an unbidden moan out of my throat with only a slight stroke to my damp panties.
“You know it makes me crazy when I think you’re not wearing underwear, India.” He rumbles against my cheek. He’s moved his bigger body and now I’m trapped happily as my fingers start tearing at his belt and zipper.
“You ought to teach me a lesson,” I offer, bumping my sex against his seeking hand and when he slides two fingers beneath the thin cotton, my eyes roll into the back of my head. The pleasure so acute already.
His chest moves with a laugh which quickly turns into a grunt when I fist out his length and hold it tight in my hand. He’s thick and incredibly hard, wet at the tip and after Gray’s heart, it’s my second favorite of all his body parts.
It takes no seconds at all for him to grab me up in his arms, attached at the lips, giggling and panting, pressing me up against the wall by the sinks. He makes my legs vine around his lean waist.
When he does this take charge shit, I swear my vision dims out.
It’s when he fixes his lips to mine, delivering one hell of a kiss, that he finds where he needs to be and shoves home. Swallowing my immediate jolted cry into the back of his throat.