29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“C ould you still get used to this?” Grey asked as he seductively pulled the fork from his mouth, finishing his last bite.
The meal he’d prepared was delightful, and it had me convinced this man was a Jack of all trades.
“You could say that,” I responded, taking a sip of the cabernet that paired seamlessly with dinner, nudging my plate toward the center of the table.
Grey had insisted on eating dinner outside, and after seeing his space, I wasn’t complaining. Tucked away, a few steps down from the rest of the house, was the outdoor space of my dreams.
There was a firepit strategically placed in the center of a towering brick wall. Mounted just above it was a TV, and there was a cream-colored couch that mimicked a cloud and looked like it should’ve been placed in a living room, not outside. To the left of the couch sat a wooden table made for four, and above our heads were twinkling lights that lit the area just the right amount.
“Did you save room for dessert?”
Without any warning, my right eyebrow shifted upward and I blurted out, “Does dessert involve you?”
“MJ, what did I say about that mouth of yours…”
I grinned, doing my best to tame the fire that was bellowing inside of me.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” I started, giggling. “You brought me here, gave me wine, and fed me dinner.”
Soft music floated around us and the tension in the air sent a million chills down my spine. I could only assume this was one of those pinch-me moments.
Like the ones they always told you to take a mental picture of, the ones where you found yourself feeling the authentic happiness that only appeared every so often and made you believe in magic. When the world around you felt hopeful and all of your worries and fears seemed to dwindle, becoming insignificant compared to the weight of your happiness.
For me, this kind of happiness had become a distant memory, something I hadn’t allowed myself to even think about. But with Grey, I sensed it here and there, little glimmers that begun to slip through the cracks and dance around us. But now, at this very moment, it was everywhere. All around us.
“Grey?”
My eyes met his as he scooted closer to me, his large arms wrapping around my lower half. “Yeah?”
“I’m happy,” I said, a smile blossoming.
He smiled too, revealing his perfectly straight, white teeth. “MJ?”
I turned my neck to meet his gaze. “Uh huh?”
“Remember when you asked me if I was happy earlier?
I nodded.
“I can confidently say, with you in my arms and the ocean waves behind us, I’ve never felt happier. I never want to let go of this moment.”
A warmth filled my insides as I nuzzled into his chest.
“And MJ?” He paused, waiting for me to look at him again. “I’ll do everything in my power to keep that smile on your face, because it’s something everyone deserves to see.”
My body moved to straddle him, and as soon as I could feel him under me, I pressed our mouths together.
Grey’s hand found my neck, our kiss deepening as he pulled me closer.
Ripping his mouth from mine, his voice tickled my ear when he whispered, “Are you going to let me fuck you right here?”
I could feel the want, not just in his voice, but underneath me too, making the self-control I was clinging to almost invisible. “I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want to.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” The muscle in his jaw tightened. “I’ve been waiting all night to see that dress on the floor.”
Slinking up my arms, his fingertips twirled around the dainty blue straps. His warm lips trailed behind, leaving little kisses everywhere. My straps slowly fell down as the rest of my dress slid upward, Grey’s hands grabbing at my waist. The wetness between my legs was growing and my desire for him even more so.
“Grey…” His name trickled from my lips.
“Want to go inside?” he asked.
“Does it look like I want go inside?”
“Well…” He snickered as his gaze dropped to my hardened nipples.
I giggled. “Dammit… no. I don’t want to go inside. Now quit making me wait.”
Enthusiasm strode across his face as he teased, “Wait for what?”
“For you to fuck me.” I let my fingers find the waistband of his pants.
I didn’t know what it was about him, but when we were together, I was able to be myself. It was empowering, almost intoxicating. I never would have been that upfront with a man before, but then again, never had I been with a man like Grey Prescott.
“I’ll take that as permission.” He lowered his voice, somehow sounding more authoritative than before. “Stand up. Over there, by the fire.”
Writhing inside from the tension between us and wanting—no, needing to be touched by him, I obliged. I dashed toward the large brick fireplace, my back to Grey, the seconds dragging on as I waited for him to come closer.
The sound of his zipper sent a spark of endorphins flying. I was losing both my composure and my patience as I slowly edged backward.
“Easy there.” His hot breath radiated onto my neck and my head unconsciously tilted back, landing in the space between his chin and his chest. The softest moan tracked its way up my throat and slipped from my lips.
“Please, Grey, I’m begging you.”
His hand reached over and up to my neck, all while his tongue traced the invisible line from my collarbone to my earlobe, sent my senses into overdrive. Gently turning my body to face his, I saw he was now shirtless and his pants were unzipped. If that wasn’t enough to send me into a frenzy, Grey dropping to his knees surely was.
His fingers tangled themselves in what little fabric was left on my body. “Black lace… I should’ve known.” His dark eyes met mine while his hands painstakingly dragged the material to the floor.
He returned his attention to my body, leaving an abundance of kisses on my inner thigh, pausing only to say, “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”
The words plunged me over the edge.
“Then don’t,” I urged, somewhat aggressively.
Licking his lips, he stood, pulling a condom from his back pocket and ripping it open with his teeth. “Trust me, I’m not going to. I’ve waited long enough.”
Hunger flooded his expression as his pants dropped to the ground while he gripped himself, rolling the condom down. In an instant, our mouths crashed together, the sting of cold bricks pressed against my back. Grey had one hand resting on the brick next to my head, the other digging into my hips and he guided himself inside of me. A sense of euphoria came over me, darting from my fingertips as I dug them into his back.
A hungry moan left the back of his mouth. “Give me your leg,” Grey mumbled against me.
“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” I said, desperation filling my voice as I lifted my left leg.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he panted. “Holy shit, MJ.” His hand gripped my inner thigh even tighter, sure to leave a bruise, only turning me on even more.
“You’re going to make me scream,” I gasped.
His eyes flashed as his hand covered my mouth. “Your screams are for me only,” he whispered into my ear.
Both our breaths eased closer to the brink, picking up the pace with each second that passed.
“Grey—”
“MJ, I’m going to come.” His voice was shaky as he thrust deeper.
“Let me see you finish,” I said, opening my eyes.
This man hitting the peak of pleasure, all because of me, was something I needed to witness.
He threw his head back and thrust into me again, somehow managing to go even deeper. His back arched and his grip tightened on my leg. “Fuck.” His breath heaved. “MJ.” The words blurred together with a low growl, telling me he’d finished.
His body went heavy, but it only lasted for a second before he dropped to his knees.
“What are you—”
But before I could finish, his mouth consumed me, his tongue working in circles that ignited little pleasure fires all through me.
Tearing himself away, those copper eyes hungrily stared up at me. “One day you’re going to learn… I’m not going to let you just watch.” Within seconds, his mouth was back on me, but this time with the help of his hands.
My god, this man was a magician when it came to women’s pleasure.
“Grey, holy shit.”
“You turn.” The words echoed through my ears just as my body reached its climax and everything around me blurred. Grey made it to his feet just as I finished, allowing my body to find support on his.
“I really could get used to this.”
Grinning, Grey reached for my hand as we hazily stumbled back to the couch. He pulled on his khaki trousers, and I reached for his button-up.
There was just something about wearing his shirt after fucking him that felt right.
“I think I’m already used to this,” I replied as I buttoned it up.
I stood, grabbing our plates and walking back toward the house.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“You cooked; I clean.”
“Or we can both clean. Because if you think I’m missing the opportunity to see you washing dishes in my kitchen, wearing only my shirt, then you’ve lost your mind.”
Doing my best to balance the two empty plates, I swiveled my head, sending him a wink.