Page 29 of One Shade of Gray
I exhaled, shaking, and then stilled and waited. What would he do next? I’d told him no anal, but right now I might have even negotiated that. Not to mention the fact that he was fucking me bareback, and we hadn’t even had that conversation. It felt illicit andsensual.
He flexed his fingers around my hips, digging them in one by one so they curled up to my hipbones. I jerked back as he slid one of them forward between my legs and passed his index finger over my aching neglectedclit.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, drawing me toward him now, moving in and out of me slowly with the time of his fingers playing music on mybody.
It was as if the rage was gone and the gentleman Dorian returned. I risked a glance around to see his eyes focused on where his cock slid in and out of me. No indifference there at least. The look was something I hadn’t seen on his face before. Even when he’d pounded into my face in his entryway. This was reverence and worship and the fucking way to myheart.
I turned back to focus on the bedding. His dick pulling me apart, his fingers rubbing me closer and closer to orgasm. I focused so hard, it began to slip away. He must have noticed the shift in me, because he removed his hand at my core and placed it back on my hips. Another second passed, and he carefully slipped from my body, flipped my hips to the side, and then dragged me toward him. I loved a man who knew how to handle a woman’sbody.
He opened my legs, climbed between them, and was inside me again. The weight of him on my belly and chest, and the ability to look into his eyes, made the act deeper, more meaningful. The exact opposite of what I was goingfor.
The bastard caught that too and leaned down to kiss me. Hard and fast, gone in seconds, but the press of his lips lingered. I opened my eyes and let out a sigh. “Getoff.”
He blinked but continued his slow and steady entry and retreat into my body. As if he had it timed on some internalclock.
“I’m not feeling this anymore, getoff.”
The corner of his lip quirked up and a prick of fear shot through me along with a wave of adrenaline and splash of curiosity-laced arousal. He raised an eyebrow, daring me to push himaway.
I tried, pushing his chest, but he didn’t move. “I told you to get off,” I said with no real heat, my pussy already flooded with newinterest.
He said nothing, did nothing but stared into my eyes. I opened my mouth to repeat myself, knowing he wouldn’t do anything, not caring either way, and then he smashed his hand across my lips, the edge of his palm under my nose leaving barely enough room to breathe. And between seconds my entire body lit with fire like I’d never known. Every inch of my skin woke up and tuned to the way he slowly rocked his hips forward, the scent of his hand that smelled like my arousal, and the way his eyes darkened aboveme.
Fuck,Gray.
He picked up the pace, and I gasped and moaned and writhed under his hand. He dragged his own lip between his teeth as I darted my tongue out, licking the inside of his fingers while I stared into his eyes. After a minute, his pace took an unsteady rhythm, and the knowledge he was close to coming ratcheted my looming orgasm even higher. He let go of my mouth and braced his hands on either side of me now, arching his back so his face remained close to stare into myeyes.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked. It wasn’t a real question. The wet heat gripping him tight was enough for him to knowthat.
“If you stop now, I might just figure out a way to kill you,Gray.”
He smiled. A new smile. One I hadn’t seen before. With teeth and those damnable full lips, and its sexiness practically punched me in thegut.
“Are you close?” he asked, his breathing going erraticnow.
“Yes,” I managed, reaching around to hold on to his ribs, digging my nails in as he surged faster and harder intome.
One second I hovered at the edge of it, and then I fell in. Like walking off a safe stable ship deck into a roiling ocean. I held onto Gray through the storm. He collapsed on top of me, all his weight wrapped in my arms as he surged inside me again and again and again. Then finally he stopped, his entire body quaking with an unsteadyexhale.
The silence in the room was unsettling after the noise of our lovemaking. I blinked back to reality, releasing my hold on him. He didn’t move, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as he laid there, his sweaty forehead tucked against the side of my neck. I almost drifted to sleep when a sharp pain on my shoulder ripped me out ofit.
“What the hell?” I yelled and opened my eyes toglare.
He smiled, that damn fucking real smile I didn’t even know he had. The one that loosened the reins on my doubt about him. The one I sort of wished I’d never even seen. “That’s for earlier,” he whispered before rolling his weight off me and pulling me in tight to curl up in front ofhim.
I let out a long steady exhale allowing him to cocoon me with his body. “I think I hate you a little, DorianGray.”
He kissed the back of my shoulder and whispered, “Good. It’s probably better thatway.”
13
Dorian
Iwokesome time in the middle of the night, the sweat and effects of our lovemaking dry on my skin and hers. She stirred and then curled up in the covers. It was peaceful watching her likethat.
I went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and cleaned her up the best I could without waking her. She moaned when I touched her thighs, and the trust she put in me hit me all over. When she’d started trying to fight with me, I knew exactly where she would take it, and so many times I’d wanted to stop it. How I had treatedher…
A bruise was starting to form on the curve of her neck, and I could clearly make out a couple bruises on the soft fleshy parts of her hips in the bathroom light. Damn, I wascareless.
