Page 17 of Grey
She kissed him like it was the most important thing she’d ever done, and he returned her fervor, devouring her as his hands swept down her sides and delved under the edge of her top. Her skin was warm and soft, and he gently pushed upward, lifting her top over her breasts and letting his fingers trace the edge of her bra. She shivered under his touch, her trembling hands tugging on his shirt and pulling it from where he’d tucked it into his jeans.
They both worked on each other’s shirts while keeping the amazing kiss going, and then they parted with a chuckle because they were getting in each other’s way. Giving her a smile, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then watched with hooded eyes as she slowly took off her top and unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts tipped with taut nipples. As they met again in a kiss, she leaned back and stretched out on the couch and he followed, settling over the top of her so he could play with her breasts as their tongues danced together.She writhed under him, the scent of her arousal growing even deeper.
He reached for her skirt, finding the zipper at her side and undoing it. When she lifted her hips so he could slide it over her bottom, he broke from the kiss and settled to her side so he could divest her of her skirt and panties.
She put her foot on his arm and gave him a gentle push with a sly smile. “You too, Grey.”
He found his own hands trembling with excitement as he took off his boots and then stripped off his jeans and boxers.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes darkening as he stood before her, bare and aroused. He felt strung tight, like every tendon in his body was seconds from snapping.
He leaned over and lifted her foot, pressing a kiss to her arch. She giggled lightly and her toes curled. With a little nibble to her foot, he lowered himself to his knees between her parted legs and made room for himself. He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her to his mouth.
The first swipe of his tongue up her folds made his stallion whinny in his head. She tasted so sweet, he buried his tongue in her core, savoring her sweet taste. She moaned and he loved the sound, craved it.
Like he craved her.
He brought his hand to her clit, using his thumb to find the spot that would drive her wild, and he played with her, feasted on her, until she fell apart at the seams and cried out his name.
He licked his lips to taste her once more, then hovered over her, his body screaming for a release of his own.
“I’ve got an IUD,” she said, breathlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please Grey. I need you so badly.”
With a growl that a stallion shouldn’t be able to make, but the male in him was more than capable of, he kissed his way up her trembling body and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Graspinghis cock, he brushed the thick head against her heat and fit himself to her opening before thrusting smoothly inside.
Her head kicked back, breaking the kiss as she moaned.
Her nails sank into his shoulders as she hooked her ankles around his waist and lifted her hips.
He moved inside her, her climax making her pussy ripple around him, driving him as wild as he’d driven her. He held her close, kissing every inch of her skin he could, licking the dewy sweat from her. Gritting his teeth against his own climax to bring her to another height of pleasure first, he slid his hand between them and pressed her clit with his thumb. Every thrust forward rubbed her clit and as he thrust harder and faster, she grabbed his shoulders tightly and tilted her hips up again.
“Just there, oh yes!” She shuddered under him and her pussy gripped his cock as he took her hard and fast, his thumb moving on her sensitive bud until she fell off the edge into pleasure. He followed her, unable to stop himself from mingling her sweet cries of pleasure with his own hoarse shout of her name as his spine tingled and his body locked up in the throes of passion.
He’d never come so hard in his life.
He felt like he didn’t have any bones left.
Pressing his head to her shoulder, he shivered and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her around him, under him. He kissed her collarbone, up her neck to her jaw, and made his way to her mouth for another kiss.
He couldn’t get enough of her. She was addictive and he was hooked.
She cupped his face and smiled at him, her eyes glazed with passion and her lips swollen from their kisses. Slipping from her, he eased to his side next to her and let out a groaning sigh.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“You are too.”
She wiggled a bit until she was facing him, their legs tangled and their chests still heaving from exertion. “I think,” she said softly, “that I’d like to stay here tonight.”
“I’d love that.”
“And,” she said with a smile as her eyes dropped to half-mast, “I’d like to suggest round two take place on the bed.”
“And round three?” he asked, wiggling his brows.
“Shower?”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
