Chapter 52 #2
Grey’s finger dipped inside of me, exploring, probing, spreading me.
His now wet finger found my mouth at the moment he ran his tongue around my clit.
I sucked on my own salty juices while grinding against his torturous mouth.
His tongue and mouth savored my pussy as if I was his last meal.
Seeing the top of his head full of unruly curls between my legs and the scratchiness of his mustache and beard only excited me more.
When I pressed his head into me, he slammed my hand back against the mattress and continued his assault on my body.
Utterly powerless and helpless to challenge his strength, I languidly stared up at the ceiling, entirely at his mercy. The sounds of the ocean and the low hum of the TV lulled me into a relaxed state. He had absolute control over my body and could do anything he wanted to do to it.
I arched my back when Grey began fucking me with two fingers while he sucked on my clit, giving him more access to drive me further insane.
Keening loudly, I opened my legs wider as the waves of pleasure attacked me.
Way too soon, I lost the battle, closed my legs around his head, and clawed the back of his neck as I came hard.
Impatiently, he pushed his pants over his ass and off his body.
His rock-hard dick sprung free and teased my slick entrance.
Oh, how I wanted to feel every inch of him uncovered and natural.
We had thrown caution to the wind and gone unprotected before, which resulted in Elle.
We were older now and had seen the consequences of our youth.
This time, he reached into his bedside table, grabbed a condom to sheath himself, and slid smoothly inside of me.
I closed my legs around his waist, holding his naked body to mine, and unexpected tears escaped my eyes.
I never thought I would see Grey again and definitely never believed I would ever be this close to him again.
I reveled in this moment of ultimate connection, unwilling to release or allow him to move.
I wanted to feel the length and width of him inside of my body.
To memorize the way Grey felt inside of me.
The way he felt right and meant only for me.
He’d been the first man to penetrate me.
To bring my body to the brink of pleasure.
To hold me close after I orgasmed for the first time.
The first man outside of my family to love me, though I didn’t know it.
No man had tempted me since I’d been with Carter.
No man even warranted a second glance. All I wanted and needed had been my husband until I saw Grey standing across the museum floor, watching me with those damn mesmerizing eyes of his.
He pressed tiny kisses on my neck and face, tasting my tears, murmuring that he loved me too and had been dreaming of making love to me ever since he left me.
Swore he would never leave me again even if all we ever would be were friends and co-parents.
Grey began to slowly thrust in and out of me, much like he did our very first time.
Pure bliss crossed his handsome features as he pumped and pumped.
Even at his slow and steady rhythm, the spiraling tension of ecstasy grew bigger and bigger within me.
I bit his shoulder as he spread my thighs wider so that the friction of our fucking hit against my clit.
“Please fuck me harder,” I begged in his ear.
Grey increased the force of his movements, though his pace remained the same.
I marveled at his control because I knew he wanted to fuck me fast and hard.
Yet, he only drilled deeper and harder, allowing me to feel every inch of his tantalizing dick.
This was his way of owning me and leaving his mark on me.
He wanted to prolong my release, and his chest grazed my stiff and aching nipples with every thrust. Reminding my body of the sweet pleasure he could bring.
He began to urge, “Come on, baby. Scream for me. Tell me how much you love this dick.”
“Shit...I do love your dick. Just don’t stop fucking me.
” I moaned, my pussy impossibly wet and warm and ripe for an imminent explosion.
I hugged his neck tight when the tension coursed through my body, demanding release.
My scream as my cum squirted from me spurred him on as he unleashed, and he suddenly used my breasts as leverage.
Rocking against me fast and rough. Pounding and fucking until he yelled shortly after I’d finally crashed back down to Earth.
Grey rested on top of me, barely panting or sweating.
The pleased and content smile gracing his face would light up any weary and dreary day.
“I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to wait until we were old and gray to fuck again.
” He lowered his head to brush my lips with his.
“I must be crazy in love with you. Told myself that I wouldn’t let you in my heart again when I found out about Elle.
Yet when you texted me back this morning, I couldn’t stop smiling.
You never left my heart and will always be a part of me. ”
“What am I going to do with the romantic man you’ve become?” I caressed his face before he laid his head on my chest, and we snuggled together and talked. We were finally catching up with everything going on in our lives.
I prayed that this, too, wasn't a dream.
THAT NIGHT, I WALKED into my bathroom to finally take a shower.
My children were nestled in their beds after we watched Carter have a phenomenal game on Monday night football.
I finally had a moment to myself to relive what happened earlier.
The sex had been sinfully delicious, and I wondered if we could stay away from a love that felt so right.
We were trying to make up for lost time and had sex three times in between laughing and talking, and I didn’t have a chance to shower before getting my children.
I checked my reflection in the mirror. My face was still flushed with excitement and love.
The curves of my hips and the swell of my breasts seemed more sensual.
If Carter were home, he would know that I’d been thoroughly fucked.
He would know I had taken the final step of moving away from him.
Sex with another man. It didn’t matter that it was Grey.
I allowed another man inside of me besides my husband. I allowed another man to possess me.
I had no intentions of starting up an affair with Grey.
Neither did he. We acted on what we wanted and needed.
We made no plans or promises. When I left him, Grey grabbed my ass possessively as he had done so many years before, kissed me soundly, and told me to be happy. And that’s what I intended to do.
First, I needed to address what had nagged me since the hotel conversation.
Something I’d hoped that Carter would tell me.
After speaking with Grey about why men or people keep secrets, I realized Carter may have eventually confessed to me about Sekani and Chelsea.
However, he would never tell me the real reason he had unexplained late nights. I quickly texted.
Call me. We need to talk.
A few minutes later, my phone rang.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, Darren. Were you trying to connect with Chelsea?” Joi asked. Carter gave me Chelsea’s and Joi’s phone numbers to show transparency. I hadn’t used either of the numbers until this very moment. “Her phone has been acting up.”
“No. I wanted to talk to you.” For a second, I hesitated because my hunch could be wrong. Replaying Grey’s words about why men keep secrets and the happiness that infused me in his presence, I pushed through my self-doubt. “Think it’s time you tell me how long you’ve been with my husband.”