The man was a machine.
No, she took that back. No machine could kiss her like this, could make her wet like this, could make her crave the kind of intimacy she craved when she was with Gray.
She’d had some pretty darn good sexual encounters in her past, but she’d never had a night of marathon sex.
Not that they’d actually had sex yet. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. And she wouldn’t complain a bit about it in the morning either, because as Gray used his hands to bring her right to the edge of orgasm again, she was delirious with desire and the feeling that this man instinctively knew her body better than even she did. And then he expertly made her fly, using the heel of his hand against her clit, his fingers inside her, creating the kind of orgasm that made her scream.
Oh, and could she ever scream. Apparently all that condo repression was being released tonight.
And when he finally reached into his bedside drawer for a condom, she could have wept. Because he hadn’t stopped after she’d come again. He’d given her a few minutes to recover, then he’d kissed her again, and touched her again, getting her so wound up and so close to orgasm, she thought maybe after they were done fucking he could get her there yet again.
He put the condom on and hovered over her.
“I should inform you that I can’t come this way. But maybe after, you could . . .”
He cocked his head to the side. “Again with this can’t thing, Evelyn?”
“I’ve already had two orgasms, Gray. Even when I’m really turned on, without having had a release first, I can’t come during traditional intercourse.”
He spread her legs and nestled his body on top of hers, holding his weight off her with his arms. “I’ll tell you what. Just relax and enjoy it as much as you can.”
“Oh. I love sex. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. This is the most intimate act and I’ve been waiting for this. Gray, I don’t want you to think—”
“Evelyn.”
“Yes.”
“Shut up and let’s fuck, okay?”
“Okay.”
He slid inside her, so slowly she thought she might die from the pleasure, especially since he held himself above her and looked into her eyes at the same time he entered her. And when he seated himself fully inside her, she quivered, so turned on and so filled with him that it took her a moment to fully register that what she felt was much more than simply physical pleasure—though that was immensely profound. It was also emotional impact.
She shuddered and brushed the emotion aside to concentrate on the amazing physical part of being joined with him. He filled her and her body cried for joy, tightening around him. She lifted and he groaned, rolling his hips over her and causing sparks to fly out of her hair. She could have sworn it was her hair, because she’d never felt anything like the feeling she had when he rolled his body over her.
The contact was electrifying.
“Do that again,” she said.
He did it again.
“Oh, you’re touching my clit while you’re fucking me.”
He brushed her hair away from her face. “Imagine that.” He lifted, and rolled, over and over again, giving her the friction she needed. Her body was so languid after the orgasms, yet so sensitized, so tuned into pleasure, that she felt the tight coils of need swirling around her.
She gripped his arms, her gaze locked with his in shock as she realized what was happening. She couldn’t breathe, could only marvel that this was possible. She was afraid to move at all because she didn’t want these incredible sensations to disappear.
“Gray.”
“Yeah, I feel it, too. Breathe, Evelyn. And let’s make you come.”
“Oh, God, yes.” She let down her guard, relaxed, and dragged her nails down his arms. And when he began to move in earnest, deepening his thrusts, she cried out, wrapping her legs around him and lifting her hips to meet him.
And that’s when she came, a burst of orgasm that blinded her to everything but the surprising, exquisite pleasure that exploded throughout her.
“Fuck. Yes,” Gray said, and pumped inside her hard and fast, which only increased the surge of her climax. He gripped her hips while she was still in the throes of her mind-blowing orgasm and emptied himself inside her with a shuddering groan, the two of them finishing together, spent and sweating.
Uh. Wow. That had been intense. Unexpected. And kind of earth-shattering.
It was several moments before Evelyn could speak. Or breathe. Or comprehend what had happened to her tonight.
Maybe Gray had some kind of super sex powers, which was why she had suddenly been able to have those intense orgasms.
She laughed at the thought.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked.
“I had this thought that you must have superhuman sex powers, and that’s why I came so many times.”
Now he laughed. “Well, I appreciate the compliment, but I’m just a normal guy.”