Page 46 of One Shade of Gray
She reached out and grasped it at the base. I could feel that grip all the way to mytoes.
“I’m not going to lie. I missed this while you were away doing crazy manthings.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of her comment. Then she slid her hand up, and the laughter gave way to amoan.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, and I could only swallow andnod.
Torn between closing my eyes and giving in to the sensations, and watching as she teased me, I shifted my hips so I could situp.
“Nope,” she said, moving to push me back down, but I didn’tgo.
She raised an eyebrow. It was more of a challenge than aquestion.
“How about a littlegame?”
She leaned in, passing her lips against mine for a microsecond before retreating. A tease and a torment. “What kind of game?” Her breath fanned onto my wetlips.
“Do you knowsoixante-neuf?” I asked, before I reached out and cupped the back of her head, so when I kissed her this time, she couldn’t get away. She allowed it and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth before stalling meagain.
“I think you mean sixty-nine, but it does have a certain ring to it in French. It sounds even dirtier if that’s possible. What’s thegame?”
“First one to orgasmloses.”
“And the hold out with the amazing focus?” She joked. “What does shewin?”
I leaned in and bit her earlobe hard enough to make her suck in a gust of air. “Let’s say winner’s choice. They can have one wishgranted.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m still not doinganal.”
I laughed, kissed her hard, and then lay back on the bed. She scooted back, pulled off her underwear, and shifted into position with her legs spread above my face. I drew her hips down, pressing her thighs wider apart until I could press my face to heropening.
She smelled like heaven. I licked a line up the wet center of her, and her hips shuddered in my hold. This was prize enough for me. I flicked my tongue over her clit and loosed my hold on one of her thighs to part her lips for a deepertaste.
At the same time, she dropped her mouth down almost to my ball sack, and my thoughts fragmented. It took a moment to recall what I was doing until she undulated above me, pressing her pussy into my mouth. I slid my finger along her seam to spread her wide, and then I pressed my mouth over her clit and sucked in the little bud. Once I had it in my mouth, I re-secured her hips with my hands and teased her mercilessly. She swiveled, gyrated, and humped my face trying to get more pressure there. In turn, she began sucking faster, sliding her hand to my balls downward, slick and hot, each time her mouth came back up, doubling thesensation.
If this woman killed me. I’d go one happyman.
Three minutes of pleasurable torture passed until she yanked her hips hard away from my arms and climbed offme.
“It doesn’t count if you forfeit,” I noted, still lyingflat.
She shook he head, threw her leg over mine, stood my erection up and sat on it in one long thrust. “You win,” she whisperedheavily.
I reached out and secured her hips on either side, feeling each silken crook of her hips forward and back. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her neck arched back. Every so often, she’d utter a curse or drag her lip between her teeth. I watched it all, trying to focus on her and not the wet hot wrap of her body around mycock.
If I focused on that, I’d finish in seconds. And I wanted to make sure she camefirst.
She canted her hips forward, and I could tell this was the position she’d been looking for. Each rise and fall grew more frantic, more frenzied, and she placed her hands on my chest to get better leverage. I let her set the pace and rhythm, merely using her hips to hold onto her, touch her, revel inher.
With no warning, I felt the first squeeze of her orgasm, and it triggered mine like a semi truck striking another head on. I clutched her hips harder and let her ride out the end of her own orgasm. Once she started to slow, I took hold and fucked myself with her body. It was wetter and tighter from her own end, and mine burst forth. I came fast and hard, lifting my hips up bringing us a little off the bed now. She held on until I stilled and then lay down flat on my chest with me still clutched tight in the hold of herbody.
Damn. I wrapped my hand around her neck, sliding my fingers through her silkenhair.
“That felt good,” she whispered against my sweat-sheenedchest.
I could only smile. She mumbled something about a good one before her eyes fluttered shut, and she burrowed her face into the dip of mychest.
How I had ever considered giving this woman up, I couldn’t understand. It was as if the moment I left the warm embrace of her body, I forgot how perfect she feels in my arms. Every single inch of her inspired adoration. I was a fool to think I could leave her for some other man toclaim.
