Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Gray
Her hand tightens almost painfully in my hair, but I don’t stop.
Or maybe it’s I can’t stop.
Not now that I’ve finally allowed myself to taste her this way.
She moans at the first touch of my mouth to her nipple, whatever she’d been about to say cut off in that rush of beautiful sound.
Later, I’ll ask her what had her cheeks going even more pink than normal, had shy mixing with sin, almost tempting me back to her mouth.
Almost because the gorgeous curves of her breasts need to be worshipped.
I roll my tongue, feel her grip tighten further, her body arching against mine. Since her ass is on the counter, I snag one of her legs, wrapping it around my waist, needing to rock against her. The angle’s not easy, what with me having to bend to taste her, but it’s still fucking perfect.
Two layers of thin material between us.
My body cushioned by the soft pillow of her thighs.
And her pelvis mirroring my movements, her hand holding fast, her silken flesh on my tongue.
I suck and kiss, nip and draw, finding what she likes, what has my name filling the air.
“Fuck, but I really love the sound of my name on your lips, Red,” I murmur as I kiss my way over to her other breast, as I treat that one to the same focused attention. But this side is even more sensitive, her cries of pleasure louder.
Then louder still as I snake my hand down her body, slipping it between us.
A shove has it beneath the stretchy waistband of her pajamas.
“G-Gray!” she gasps as I cup her over her panties.
“Soaked,” I rasp. “I fucking knew you’d be.”
Her eyes are glazed, cheeks pink…just like those nipples I’ve been sucking on. But the slick evidence of her desire on my fingertips is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
At least until I’m nudging the material of her underwear to the side and—
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Gray,” she moans, hips bucking, head falling back, hand slipping from my hair, palm dropping to the counter.
“Wet. Plump. Mine,” I growl, stroking my fingers through her labia, parting her and dragging my fingers up until I find the hard, sensitive bud of her clit and circle it.
More learning.
More teasing.
More wanting her as desperate for me as I am for her.
Because my control is running thin. Because sooner or later it’s going to snap.
And I need to make sure she’s right here with me.
“I—” She starts to protest when I pull my hand out, but I have other plans, other needs, other places I need to taste her.
I press her back into the counter and because those lips of hers are right there, so tempting and plump and pink, I kiss her.
Sparks coalescing into ropes of lightning, zipping around every nerve in my body, threatening the dredges of my control, especially when her legs come around me, when her hips rock and grind and send me right up to the edge.
“Christ, Red,” I rasp, tearing my lips from hers. “You sure can kiss.”
Her cheeks are flushed and those brown eyes are melted chocolate and her lips are swollen, reddened from my beard.
I need more.
Need her.
But I need to taste her everywhere.
I retreat from the temptation of her mouth and kiss my way down her body, knowing that her tank top bunched around her middle is probably annoying, but not wanting to stop my southern trek to take it off.
Not when I have much more pleasurable routes to take.
Much more pleasurable destinations—for both of us—to arrive at.
I trail my lips along her abdomen, nibbling at the indent of her waist, dipping my tongue into her belly button, loving the way her stomach ripples and contracts, her breath catches, her hands find their way back into my hair.
Love even more the way she readily lifts her hips, allowing me to shimmy off her pajama pants and underwear.
Pink cheeks.
Teeth nibbling into the corner of her mouth.
Shy eyes.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur, loving the way those pink cheeks go pinker as I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. “But even prettier here.” I drag my tongue through her slick folds.
“Gray!”
“That’s it, Red. Say my fucking name.”
It’s not even about control at this point—though, I love the sound of my name on her tongue—it’s about her letting go enough to trust me.
She gasps.
Because I’ve decided to stop talking.
Or maybe to let her do all of it—and she delivers, in moans and cries, in gasped-out exclamations. In my name tumbling off her tongue again and again as I explore every inch of her lush, wet cunt, as I suck at her clit and slip my finger inside her to feel the tight clasp of her pussy.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan against her flesh. “You’re going clamp down around me so hard.”
“I want…” A shaking exhale. “You… Inside.”
I slowly slide my finger out then press it back in. “What if I’m not done teasing you yet?”
“Gray,” she warns, her hand tightening in my hair again.
I grin and blow out a stream of air that has her shivering, her hips bucking, grinding against my mouth.
“For someone who’s shy,” I say lightly, trailing my tongue through her pussy, “you sure are doing a great job of riding my face, Red.”
“I may be shy, but I still have thoughts.”
“Mmm”—I kiss her—“what kinds of thoughts, baby?”
Her cheeks go red.
Her hips buck.
“Gray,” she whispers.
“Tell me.”
Eyes on mine, shy, but not.
“Come on,” I cajole. “You write about this stuff, right?”
A nod. “People have sex, so my characters do too.”
My mouth curves. “Missionary? Boring Victoria-era sex?”
More red, her eyes sliding to the side.
Then back—again shy, but not.
I chuckle softly. “Not boring sex then.” I slide my finger through her slick pussy. “What do you write about, baby?”
She lifts her chin. “Lots of things.”
“Tell me one of those things.”
“I want you inside me.”
Heat coiling at the base of my spine.
“I want that too.” I suck at her clit. “But I also want to know about those dirty thoughts of yours.”
Her mouth opens. Closes. Then she exhales shakily. “I’ll let you read one.”
“Promise?” I ask silkily.
Her eyes narrow. “I said I would.”
“Will you read it to me?”
Hot cheeks. Eyes gone shy.
Then she surprises me by saying softly, “Yes.”
My dick twitches and I stifle a groan. “First,” I say as I lean in and drag the flat of my tongue up to her clit, sucking firmly, “I’m going to make you come like this.”
Because she deserves to be pleasured.
Well fucking pleasured.
“Then, Red, you’re going to come on my cock.” I kiss that sweet pussy again and groan. “I know you’re going to squeeze it so nice.”
“But if I…you know…now,” she says, chest heaving, those gorgeous tits of hers bouncing with the movement, “I won’t be able to…you know…again when you’re inside—”
I blow again, loving the way she shivers. “No?”
A shake of her head. Her hair and mostly naked body are covered in flour and crumbs and fuck, maybe I should care, but I don’t.
Because she’s spread out on the counter for me like the finest three-course meal.
“Never?” I ask, flicking out my tongue, feeling her body shudder, her pelvis grind against me.
Another shake of her head, this one jerky.
“Hmm,” I murmur.
“Wh-what?”
I nip at the inside of her thigh.
“I think, Red—” A long, slow lick. “That’s a challenge accepted.”