“I also think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he murmured against her skin, and kissed her higher on her neck, and higher again, trailing kisses up along her jawline, while she trembled and waited.
His lips met hers, and set her on fire.
Her arms were around his neck, without her having consciously put them there, and she was opening her mouth to his. He tasted like spice and heat, and when his arms came around her, their strength pulling her in, she melted into him.
Suddenly, he pulled back. Ali almost let out a bereft noise, but bit her lip before it could escape. She felt cold without his heat against her.
“
Is
that what you meant?” he asked.
She tried to get her thoughts together. “What?”
“I got a little ahead of myself there,” he said ruefully. “Did you mean that you wanted to go to bed with me?”
It was such charmingly old-fashioned phrasing, she thought distractedly. “Yes. Yes, I want to go to bed with you. Now, preferably.”
His eyes kindled with an inner light, flashing from grey to a molten silver. “Good.”
And then he was kissing her again. She felt like she could spend forever exploring his mouth, the way his tongue traced her lips, the heat of his breath mingling with hers.
But he had other ideas. His hands were sliding down her back, his fingers tracing the gap between her shirt and her skirt before moving on to cup her ass. She moaned against his lips.
Grey took a firm grip and lifted her up entirely. She yelped in surprise, but automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved toward the stairs.
“Wait,” she protested, “I’m too heavy!” She couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing than him tripping and falling while trying to carry her up the stairs.
He shook his head, smiling. “You’re just right.” He flexed his fingers, which showed no signs of loosening their grip on her rear end. “I love your curves. You feel amazing.”
And while she was still distracted by the warmth that flooded her all over at those words, he carried her up the stairs without any sign of effort or strain and laid her gently out on his huge bed.
Ali hadn't been expecting such luxurious softness, and she stretched involuntarily. Grey's eyes traced over her body as she took a second to appreciate the cloud of comfort she was lying on. "I think I'm jealous," she told him. "How come this bed is so amazing?"
He shrugged. "Well, I am a cat."
She laughed, loving the subtle hints of humor in him. Since he was so serious most of the time, it was even funnier when he joked a little.
Then he leaned forward, and she forgot about joking as he put one knee on the bed, and his hands came down on either side of her shoulders, caging her in.
She tilted her face up, and he bent down to kiss her...and then again...and again...
He kissed her until she was drowning in his taste and scent, and then his mouth moved down her jaw, her neck, over her collarbone, until he was trailing kisses along the neckline of her shirt. One of his hands slipped under the bottom hem at her waist. She shivered. His tongue left a hot line dipping
just
down into her cleavage.
Ali made a strangled sound. "Take it off!"
He lifted his head and smiled. "My pleasure."
He stripped the shirt up as she arched her back and raised her arms. God, it had been a long time.
She was glad she’d waited for so long, though. She wanted
this
man, whose eyes were hot on her exposed skin, whose hands were sliding behind her back to unhook her bra. She wanted him more than she'd wanted anyone. Ever.
Ali tugged at her bra, impatient, and tossed it to the side when it was finally off. Grey's hands cupped her breasts, warm and calloused. Heat washed through her body. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, and she gasped.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her breastbone, and then his tongue traced a hot stripe up to her nipple. He licked it gently, and then less gently, and finally he gave it a soft bite. Ali squirmed under the barely-there pressure of his teeth. It was like the nerves in her breast had a direct line to her center. She was getting wetter by the second.
Grey sucked at her nipple, while Ali bit her lip to keep from crying out. She touched his hair, sliding her fingers through the white-blond mass of strands, and he made a low noise as she tugged gently. He resisted for a minute, biting her again while she pulled, which made her wonder where this might go—the small pain in her nipple was leaving her breathlessly turned-on, and he seemed to like the sharp tug on his hair as well—but finally he lifted his head and said, "You want something, Alethia?"
His eyes were like molten silver. Ali couldn't speak for a second, lost in them, but eventually she managed, "You want to take this lower down?"
If she'd thought his eyes were on fire
before
, that was nothing to what they looked like now. "You know what you want."
There was no doubt about it, he liked that.
"I do," she agreed.
"So do I. You know what I want?"
She shook her head, her body tense with anticipation.
"I want to lick you open until you scream for it."
Hearing those words in his husky voice sent a rush of wetness to her pussy. After how gentlemanly he'd been, she'd never have thought he could talk like that in bed.
What a sexy surprise.
"That sounds like a challenge," she managed breathlessly. "Should we see if you can do it?"
"I can do it." There was no doubt in his voice.
"Let's see it, then." She managed to keep the challenging note in her voice, although there was a hint of a plea behind it.
She really, really wanted him to make her scream.
He grinned. It was startling how dramatically it lit up his face. Ali let out a near-silent, "Oh," as he bent down to focus on her skirt.
She wanted to see that smile again. She wanted to see if she could make him smile like that over and over again.
She wanted him to get her panties off
now
.
Fortunately, he was on board with that plan. She lifted her hips for him to pull off her skirt, and the panties followed so quickly that she wasn't sure if they'd ripped or not.
But there wasn't any time to think about trivial things like that, because Grey's hands slid up her inner thighs, pushing her legs apart, and then she was feeling his hot breath against her clit before his tongue slowly, slowly parted her folds and licked her.
She was already moaning as he got started. He sucked at the very top of her clit for long enough that her moans got high-pitched and strangled, and then he moved down to trace his tongue around the opening of her pussy and just behind it. She shuddered and tilted her hips, spreading her legs as far as they'd go.
His fingers joined his tongue, playing with the entrance to her pussy until she demanded, "Inside me!" But he kept on for another minute or two while she panted impatiently. When he finally slid two fingers into her, she closed her eyes and moaned.
He licked the base of her clit deep and fast while he fingered her, his hands quickly finding that little rough spot inside her and stroking over and over it, while pleasure lanced through her. He licked faster as her moans increased in pitch, and finally latched on and sucked as she gave a strangled shriek.
He pulled back a couple of inches while she caught her breath and wondered if that counted as a scream.
Then she felt his teeth. He bit so softly, just the tiniest pressure, and Ali held her breath. The pressure increased a little, then a little more, and she couldn't help dragging in air, and letting it out in little whimpers.
She didn't know how long he held the bite for, but it felt like he was keeping her on the very edge of orgasm with his teeth, holding her trembling on some ledge as she waited to fall.
Then he let go, and sucked
hard
.
Ali screamed out loud as orgasm ripped through her. She could barely hear herself through the blood rushing in her ears, the pounding of her heart drowning out any sounds, and the spasms in her pussy overwhelming her entire body.
When she came down, Grey was up beside her again and holding her in his arms.
"Well?" His voice was deep and filled with suppressed tension.
"A-plus," Ali managed weakly.
It was a lame joke, but she didn't think she could even try to put into words how he'd made her feel. The power of that orgasm, the sensation of being held entirely in his hands, between his teeth, and how she'd been completely willing to let him take control and utterly blow her mind had been amazing.
She'd never felt anything like this for anybody.
He kissed her and said, "Are you up for another round?"
She smiled a little. "What if I said no?"
"Then I would be very disappointed."
She smiled more. "I'm not saying no."
He kissed her again. "Good."
"But this time, I want you inside me."
"I want that, too," he murmured, "more than I can say." His fingers slipped in between her folds again, stroking her sensitive opening. Ali shivered.
This time, though, she could tell that he was teetering on the edge of losing control, too. His breathing had sped up, and when she cupped his face in one hand to bring him in for another kiss, she could feel his pulse racing where her fingers touched his neck.
He was being incredibly gentle with her, but it was taking a massive amount of restraint. Ali wanted to see what happened when that restraint disappeared.
"Come on," she whispered in his ear. "Don't you want to be inside me? I can't wait to feel you. I'm so wet for you, can you feel it on your fingers? You're going to slide right in and fill me all the way up..."
He groaned. "You should come with a warning. You could kill a man, talking like that."
"After what you just did to me, I don't think
I'm
the one who should come with a warning," Ali murmured. "Are you going to do it again?"
He swore, and pulled back in a sudden, graceful move to brace himself over her again. She met his eyes. They were smoldering.
"All I can taste is you," he told her, holding her eyes. "All I can smell. All I can see. I want to be as close to you as possible."
"So do it," she whispered.
He did.
With that lithe grace that characterized every move he made, he slid between her legs and caught her left one as she lifted it, pressing his cock into her body with one fluid motion of his hips.
Ali’s head went back and her mouth fell open at the feel of him opening her up. He was big, big enough to make her sweat as he pushed into her. Big enough to press against her G-spot hard enough to set off stars behind her eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her when he was fully seated inside. Ali wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, lifting her hips to his first thrust, and opening herself fully to his tongue as well as his cock.
Every thrust seemed to send a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Grey kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts as he moved, seemingly unable to keep from tasting her all over even when he was deep inside of her.
Ali tilted her hips up. He caught them in both his big hands and thrust hard, and she wailed at the difference in angle and the pleasure clenching her body tight.
"Please," she gasped as he thrust again and again, winding her tighter and tighter and tighter. "Please, please, please!"
Grey listened. He let go of her hip with one hand and reached between them, rubbing the pads of his fingers in circles over her clit as he thrust. Once—twice—three times—
Ali shrieked aloud as she came a second time, her pussy clenching down hard on Grey's cock. Nothing had ever felt as good as he felt inside her. She wanted to stay like this forever.
His long, low groan reverberated through their bodies as her pussy spasmed around him.
"So hot," he whispered, "So hot, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,
Alethia
."
He pressed his face into her neck as he came. Ali wrapped her arms around him and pretended that tears hadn't sprung into her eyes.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a long time. Ali had no idea how much time they'd spent clutching each other when Grey finally lifted his head to look at her.
“You’re amazing.” He brushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes.
Ali smiled, feeling happiness suffusing her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so content. “So are you.”
***
It wasn’t long before Alethia drifted off to sleep, and Grey was left to watch her soft breathing and think.
He’d been suspecting something since the moment their eyes met, if he was honest with himself. There’d been a spark there, a connection that couldn’t be denied, and it had only grown stronger and stronger as the night went on. His desire to have her shift and run alongside him had only been a symptom of the real truth.