Ravish Me Slowly

16. gray

16

GRAY

T he living room was bathed in a soft light thanks to the floor lamp next to my armchair. It was just enough light to make out the outlines of the furniture and hint that the view from the windows faced the valley and, thereby, the river. After all the patience I had mustered throughout the evening, I had skipped the tour of my house. There would be plenty of opportunities to show Amelia how I lived when I wasn't busy running the bed-and-breakfast.

The sexual tension between us had not lessened since that moment in the kitchen. Instead, it had only built up throughout the evening, with every glance she gave me, with every knowing smile I offered, and because I could tell she was eager to be alone with me.

Somehow, I had managed to keep control of my thoughts as the barbecue had passed by. Amelia had crafted a fabulous dessert that had thrilled the guests. My conversation with Wilder had moved into the next round, and someone had raved about the property… all of these memories had mixed into one in the back of my mind because all my attention had been focused on Amelia.

If we had previously danced around each other, maintaining boundaries, those had been crossed tonight. The words that had fallen had started what was now being continued.

My eyes had lingered on her back, studying the tension between her shoulders. By the end of the night, none of that tension would remain.

"You want to hear it again, don't you?" I heard her ask softly, a smile curling on my lips.

Of course I did.

In fact, I wanted to hear so much more from Amelia.

"Show me," she repeated without waiting for my response. At that moment, she turned toward me.

In her dark eyes, I saw the same fierce hunger that I felt, begging to be sated. It rekindled the desire in me that I had managed to suppress for the last few hours if not days.

Amelia moved and reached me in just a few steps. Her fingers hooked into the loops of my jeans, then she pulled herself close to me with a forceful tug. Our bodies collided, knocking the breath out of her lungs—but it didn't stop her from rising on her tiptoes to kiss me, just like she had done in her bathroom before.

Her lips were soft and inviting, and I claimed them with a hungry kiss, getting a first taste of what was to come. Every inch of her body responded to my touch. As I tightened my fingers around her waist, her breathing quickened, and as I moved my hands upward, it completely stopped.

She deepened the kiss, and I let my fingers slip under her shirt, trailing her heated skin.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

And the way she pulled at my clothes told me she felt the same. There was no holding back, no caution, no hesitation as her hand slid to my neck, demanding that I keep kissing her.

When my hands moved lower to firmly grasp her ass, a soft moan escaped her lips. It took all my willpower not to throw caution to the wind and take her right there on the floor.

Every sense came vividly to life. Tasting her, smelling her skin, feeling her soft flesh pressing against mine, and watching as she slowly opened up to me was a gift. But it was more than that—it fed those desires I had vehemently distanced myself from over the past few years.

With Amelia, I never felt the need to hide any side of myself. Recommending a book that spoke of my deepest desires had been the final confirmation I needed to let myself go.

Though I had yet to remove a single piece of her clothing, I already felt it—the power I had over her body. She had surrendered it willingly, even before she had made her way into my arms, with the kiss confirming that nothing was holding us back anymore. No boundaries.

And when she finally drew my lower lip between her teeth, sending a slight pain coursing through my body, I knew the game was officially on.

My hand shot up and grabbed her jaw, even as I pushed her a bit away from my face.

"All this time, I've been wondering what causes your eyes to darken like that." I ran my thumb over her lips, provoking that very reaction again. "I think I know the answer now."

Excitement .

It was excitement that made her gaze darken, as it had so often in recent days. When I thought back to how often it had happened…

"And what do you plan to do with this knowledge?" she asked.

Her eyes dropped down between us, resting on my erection that pressed against her.

"How are your knees, Amelia?" I asked with a growl.

In the next moment, I witnessed her gracefully sink to her knees before me, making me even harder.

"This isn't the first time you've done this," I observed, causing her head to tilt slightly as she looked up at me through her dark lashes.

A suggestive smile played on Amelia's lips. And in that moment, I completely forgot how to function.

A week. A damn week I had waited to see something even remotely similar on her face—and she chose this moment to give me that enchanting smile, igniting an immediate desire to make it disappear for all the right reasons.

"Certainly, it won't be the last time I do this for you," she replied before her gaze returned to my erection. "Should I beg for it, Gray?"

"Why don't you just take it?"

"Because I'm not ready yet to find out what punishments you'll think up if I decide not to play by your rules." Her voice carried amusement as if I had tried to trap her with my question.

It might well have been the case. I admired her restraint though.

I placed my fingers on my belt buckle, undid it, and pulled the belt out of the loops with a jerk before dropping it beside me on the floor. It might come in handy later if…

Before I could finish the thought, Amelia had risen and unbuttoned my jeans, which, along with my boxers, ended up around my feet on the floor.

I was left with a question about her impatience stuck in my throat because she didn't let time waste. Her lips enveloped the tip of my erection without warning.

Instinctively, I placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her hair back as she teased me with the tip of her tongue, drawing a deep growl from me.

She took me deeper into her mouth, letting me feel how much she enjoyed it. For a brief moment, I let her have control—just long enough for her to get used to me.

Then I took the lead.

"Now, let's find out how dirty that filthy mouth of yours is, shall we, my little sin ?" Ever since I heard her last name in the parking lot, I knew what I would eventually call her.

My little sin.

Forbidden. But all the more enticing.

I looked down at her face, watching her mouth curve into a dirty grin even with my cock between her lips, and knew we had found each other—on an entirely new level.

Amelia opened her mouth wider for me, running her tongue along my shaft, allowing me to hold her head and slowly move my hips. Each time I glided over her tongue, I went deeper, just as I would later take her.

Almost still at first, allowing her wetness to spread on me and savoring how warm and tight she felt around me. And then slowly, a little faster. Deeper.

I teased her gag reflex, not failing to notice how my lust mixed with her saliva ran down her chin. A single tear mixed in, but that didn't stop her from continuing to kneel utterly relaxed before me.

"You're taking me so well," I murmured. More words lingered on my tongue. Words I wanted to whisper to her when she was closer.

I withdrew from her mouth, pulling her up by her hair to a standing position, keeping her upright. Wobbly knees—Amelia had not lied about what my attention had done to her.

With my thumb, I wiped the moisture from her chin to her lips, not only feeling—but also seeing—how her tongue darted out, her lips closing around my thumb as she began to suck gently.

She caught me off guard the moment that grin reappeared on her face. It reached her eyes, making it all the more valuable.

"You're such a fucking good girl." I pulled her close to my body.

She looked at me challengingly, releasing my thumb. "Am I?"

"Save it, sin. We both know where your mouth was just a few seconds ago and how much you enjoyed it. Show me how wet it makes you to pleasure me."

Without breaking eye contact, she let her own pants drop to the ground. I didn't need to look down to know she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I think you've lost your underwear somewhere, little one."

"Lost, made to disappear… who's to say?" she replied before kissing me again. This time, my hands clasped her bare ass and lifted her onto my hips.

"I've dreamed of this," I let her know. "How your legs wrap around my body, and…"

Her fingers slid down between us before she broke the kiss to press them provocatively to my lips, coated with her wetness.

"See? That's how wet it makes me to take your cock. To please you."

Her taste on my tongue shattered what was left of my self-control.

"Take it off," I demanded, eager for her to shed the rest of her clothes.

The shirt hit the floor, baring her completely before me. No bra. Nothing. Just her perfect body, awaiting my exploration to thrill her into ecstasy.

"Bed or couch? A little warning: if you choose the bed, you're not leaving it tonight."

I knew her answer before she spoke. "Take me to your bed, Gray," she replied breathlessly.

Without delay, I moved, leaving a pile of clothes behind us.

"So, you've been dreaming of me?"

I expected she would ask that at some point. Still, it was hard to put my thoughts into words, especially as her fingers glided over my head, her lips traversed my neck, and she let me feel her teeth and tongue while her core pressed against my hip. It would have been easy then to simply slip inside her, to settle her onto my rock-hard shaft and take her standing up, throwing manners out the window.

"Every night," I confirmed at last.

"And does the reality match your dreams?"

Had she lost her mind? Nothing in my dreams could have prepared me for actually holding her in my arms. Feeling her. Smelling her. Tasting her. Making her body submit to mine.

Although my subconscious had vividly painted her reactions, it came nowhere close to what was now unfolding before me.

"It's better," I assured her before letting her fall onto my bed. "And now, lie down so I can take care of you the way you deserve."

"The way I deserve," she repeated incredulously.

"Yes." My gaze darkened on its own. "I'll learn how to unravel you. What makes you come undone for me the fastest. How to make you beg. You're going to come at least once before I even think about finally making you mine."

Those very words caused a charming blush on her cheeks. For a brief moment, I thought Amelia would resist, but then she sank back onto the pillows and spread her legs for me.

Still focused on her face, I smiled. " Good girl . You learn fast."

Before joining her, I got rid of my shirt, the last piece of clothing separating us. As I braced myself on the bed, her hands moved from her stomach to her breasts. She clutched them, and for a few seconds, all I could do was watch her play with herself, never breaking eye contact. A veil lay over her eyes, telling me she wanted to close them and sink into her thoughts, the perfect complement to what her body was feeling.

As soon as I leaned down, she lifted a leg and let her foot glide over my shoulder until it reached my neck. I followed the silent invitation and let myself sink onto the bed, right between her still-open legs.

It was an invitation I eagerly accepted.

"Do you want me to show you how…" Her question trailed off into the gasp that escaped her lips when I followed her slit with my tongue until she parted for me.

Show? I didn’t care what her past partners had done with her—she didn't need to guide me on how to satisfy her properly. And not because my ego was huge, but because I was certain I could read the signs of her body. How her muscles tensed, how her breathing changed, the expression on her face, and what came out of her mouth when I feasted on her.

As her gasp turned into a moan and Amelia desperately sought support in the pillows behind her, I knew I had her right where I wanted her. On the edge of losing control, too stubborn to just let go and surrender to me.

I gripped her thighs tighter to avoid the temptation of using my fingers as well. My cock would be the first to be inside her, not my fingers.

My eyes traveled up her stomach until I reached her face. I recognized the tension in her by how she was clinging to something she no longer needed in my bed.

"Just let go, love," I whispered against her core before taking her clit between my lips and circling it with my tongue.

"Oh, fuck ." There it was—and I was right. Those words sounded so much better coming from her in a moment like this.

Within seconds, she had no choice but to let her control slip; her body simply couldn't keep resisting me and what I was triggering inside her. She lifted from the bed, her hips pushing further toward me, and her thighs clamped around my head so tightly that I was momentarily trapped.

Not that I was complaining. I felt and tasted her orgasm on my tongue—every twitch of her muscles raced through my body, igniting the desire to be deep inside her for the next one so that she wouldn't be able to let go of me in that way for a while either.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked even before she opened her thighs to release me.

Grinning, I looked up at her. "The noises you make are a very good indication of what you like. Besides, I love hearing how you moan for me.”

Amelia laughed, shaking her head. "That sounds so ridiculous, but to be honest, it's turning me on even more."

I moved up her body, capturing her hands so I could press them into the pillows above her head before I leaned down to kiss her. The desire coming off her in waves only fueled my need to be inside her.

"Don't stop. Please," she continued, stretching toward me. She wanted more, so I glided my mouth along her chin before moving to her arm stretched above her, and kissed her there.

A shiver ran through her as I moved to her neck, giving attention to her exposed throat. Under my lips, I felt her quickening pulse and heard her breath catch as she fiercely held back what she wanted to say. Her legs had already wrapped around my hips, tilting toward me. Demanding. Desiring.

"Work for it," I whispered into her ear, not willing to just give her what she wanted. After a week of playing with each other, she could wait a few more minutes.

I also wanted to see the desperation in her eyes, to find out what she was willing to do for me to relent.

"I didn't realize you could be so sadistic."

"Is that a complaint?" I propped myself up slightly, allowing my hand to slide from her body to her neck. At first, I simply placed it there, letting her know what I could do. It would be easy for me to use her as I wished.

Her hands, still pressed into the pillows above her head by mine, couldn't free themselves. Her legs still wrapped around my hips, I felt how wet she was against my erection. If I controlled her neck, too, I could press her into the mattress with the rest of my body weight and penetrate her without resistance. It would have been easy—but it was not what I wanted at the moment.

Instead, I wanted her to say it. Admit that she wanted me. Needed my cock. Longed to be fucked by me, whatever that ultimately meant for her.

God, Amelia had no idea what I had in store for her. This was just the beginning. The gentle dipping of toes into the water so as not to overwhelm her right away.

With her limited mobility, she shook her head. In her eyes, I still read the same desire, the same need.

"Your eyes are screaming yes, but your mouth hasn't said anything yet. Won't you tell me how much you crave me? Or what goes through your pretty head when you imagine me fucking you?"

She bit her lower lip. "You're forcing me to say it out loud?"

"That's not the only thing I'll force you to do while you're in my bed." Without another warning, I released her and freed myself from her embrace, only to flip her onto her stomach, one hand in her hair so I could pull her head toward me. "Maybe I should skip the restraint, hm?"

"I want you to take control, Gray," she said through clenched teeth. "If I'm truly to be your sin, you'll have to make me your dirty little slut—fuck me and use me as you please."

"And you just allow me to?" I asked, trailing a finger down her spine. Goosebumps followed my touch.

"I trust you, Gray. From the beginning. The difference is, now I'm certain it's justified." True words. In the beginning, there had been no rational explanation for the trust between us—it had just been there.

Now…

"If that's the case," I muttered, letting my hand glide over her butt, grabbing and releasing, watching as the imprint instantly vanished. "I'm relying on you to speak up if we reach any of your limits."

She nodded. "Of course. But do you really think I can't handle what you're going to do to me?"

In response, I let my hand smack her ass, feeling her skin heat up slightly under the blow.

The noise that escaped her mouth was not one of pain. So I did it again, satisfied that the imprint of my hand was now slightly raised from her skin. I was far from intending any serious harm, but knowing she would carry a mark from me on her body for a while was a good start. Eventually, she would carry a part of me inside her, and that knowledge would do entirely different things to me.

"Is that all you've got?" Amelia challenged as I lazily traced my fingers over her ass.

My eyebrow shot up. "It's just the beginning."

" Ruin me. "

Was it an invitation? A desire? A command? Whatever it was, it prompted me to clasp her neck and pull her back, flipping her so that she landed on her back on the mattress. At the same time, I got out of bed and grabbed her hands so I could pull them toward me.

Her head naturally hung over the edge. From below, she looked up at me with an expression I wouldn't soon forget.

"You know what to do."

For the second time that night, her mouth enveloped my cock. Sensual. Seductive. Full of enthusiasm. I leaned over her, spreading her legs. With one hand, I caressed the inside of her thigh, feeling how wet she was. Then I moved higher and let a finger glide through her middle, teasing her entrance until I felt her moan against my erection.

She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Eventually, her hips jerked toward me, and as I placed my other hand on her neck, I could feel just how perfectly she took me.

Watching her struggle to maintain her position, yet still ambitious enough to keep trying. Hearing her gagging herself repeatedly and feeling her get even more aroused because she liked being used by me in this way—all of it had my self-control hanging by a thread.

Casting aside my previous resolution, I let a finger slide into her. Cursing, I closed my eyes—the way she clung to me expressed her desire without saying a word.

"Amelia," I growled in disbelief, still captivated by how we were interacting. "I want you to fuck my hand. But don't you dare come. I want to be inside you first, and that won't happen until you beg for it. So think carefully about what you're doing."

Immediately, she started moving her hips. My finger entered her, then slipped out, clearly not enough to satisfy her as her reluctant moans escaped around me.

"Poor thing," I murmured. "It would be so easy, but you are so stubborn."

I moved my hand from her neck to her breasts and began to play with them.

"Or do you prefer me fucking your pretty face instead of your desperate, wet cunt?"

Part of me waited for the moment when she would tell me it was too much. Too much degradation, too much edging, too much control. It didn't come. Instead, her skilled tongue nearly drove me insane.

Just before she came, I withdrew my hand, though I enjoyed watching her ride my hand desperately, searching for her next climax. I sat up, grabbed her head, and took control. I made her gasp for air before claiming her mouth again, taking her breath away, always on the verge of coming deep in her throat because she felt so good. Because everything that was happening felt so good.

As I pulled away again, she took a deep breath, rested her hand on my thigh, and looked up at me with makeup-smeared eyes.

Yes, Amelia really enjoyed being my slut when I wasn't making her feel like a princess.

"Please," she gasped and swallowed. "Please fuck me already, Gray. Give me your cock. I need… it. You. All of it. Fuck, please."

I smirked at her, one hand under her head to give her some support. "Didn't I tell you that you would beg eventually?"

"And I did," she said. Was that fear in her eyes that it might not be enough for me? She begged me again. "So give me what I deserve."

I did us both a favor, sat her up, and turned her around so she could wrap her legs around me again and I could press her hands above her head, now resting back on the pillows, into the mattress.

I leaned down and glided my lips across her neck up to her ear.

"You know why I'm fucking you missionary instead of from behind like the dirty little slut you are, right?" I bit down just hard enough for Amelia to inhale sharply. "So you can moan in my mouth while I hit home. While I pound into you relentlessly until you come all over my cock like my good fucking girl."

She cursed—and I penetrated her wetness. The next curse came from my lips, from the sensations racing from my cock through the rest of my body.

As I pulled back slightly and she made a protesting sound, I sensed it would be over quicker than it had started. Not that I was complaining—I had the whole night to fuck her over and over again, to wring climax after climax from her until she succumbed completely to the ecstasy I would give her.

Her mouth found mine, uniting us in a hard, wild kiss. I tasted her—took her moans into myself as I thrust into her repeatedly until she was again on the verge of exploding around me.

Only this time, I didn't pull back and let the pleasure fade. I released one hand from her arms and moved it back around her neck.

"I want you to come inside me," Amelia moaned, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Fuck.

"Look at me."

Her gaze fixed on me. Pleading.

"Do you know how beautiful your eyes are, tear-filled because you want me so badly? Make me come, and I'll grant your wish, sin."

Immediately, she tightened around me.

"Make me yours."

I pulled back.

"Fill me up."

I penetrated her again, filling her completely.

"Mark me."

I pulled back again.

"Fuck me harder, Gray." As soon as the words were spoken, she clenched around me. She threw her head back and let go. So I fucked her through her orgasm, hard and fast, until I spilled deep inside her.

And after her words, I was tempted to stay inside her as long as possible.