“What – I ...” I looked down and saw her view. My cock was so hard and so swollen – standing tall and ready.
“Take me in your hand, baby,” I murmured, kissing her lips, then watching to see that she did.
As she tentatively curled one small fist around me, my breath caught in my throat. She moved her hand up and down, her thumb catching the drop of fluid at the tip.
She pushed her hips closer to rub her warm, wet cunt over the base of my shaft.
A strangled groan rumbled in my chest. Nothing had ever felt as good as her slick folds working up and down against me. I thumbed her clit, sucked on her nipples while she continued rubbing her wet * all over me.
“Greyson ...” she moaned.
Using her own moisture, I circled her sensitive bud with my thumb. She watched – transfixed, her eyes wide and wild. Continuing to play with her clit, I licked and nibbled her breasts and felt her start to buck against me. Bingo. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I whispered. A second later Finley gave a little shout and a rush of warmth coated my cock.
I slowed my movements, my thumb carefully pressing down, and watched. Breathless, Finley’s movement slowed and became frantic and jerky. Her juices were all over me and it was warm, silky perfection. As good as it felt, I knew it could feel even better. I needed to be inside of her. I lifted her ass over me, depositing her right over the top of my cock. Her gaze latched on to mine and she understood what I needed. Lowering herself onto me, Finley’s eyes met mine as our bodies joined for the first time.
I’d never made love like this – face to face, gazes locked. But rather than it feeling intrusive, too bold, it felt just right. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Those emerald eyes were locked on mine and I could see everything she was thinking and feeling. Desire. Fear. Love.
“Hang on, baby.”
Finley gripped my shoulders and I began to move. I thrust with deep, powerful strokes, unable to hold back, fucking her hard and fast, claiming her as my own. She cried out and soon, I found the spot that made her body clench around me. She came again, hard, clawing at my back and repeating my name over and over again. The desperate way her inner muscles pulsed around me pushed me over the edge, and I let go with a groan.
As perfect as that hard and fast fuck on the couch had felt, I needed her closer, so I’d carried her up to my room, and placed her on the bed. She looked like a goddess, so elegant and beautiful spread out on my pillow. I couldn’t stop myself from worshipping her again. We made love twice more that night, slow and passionately, and it was as close as I’d ever felt to anyone ever before.
Chapter Sixteen
Finley
Someone was moving around downstairs. Hearing muted voices and the occasional clank, I stirred, twisting the sheets around me. It took me a moment to realize that I was in Grey's bed—and buck naked. I squinted at the clock radio to see that it was after ten. I hadn't slept so late or so long in almost two years. I sighed with pleasure as I stretched, feeling incredibly rested.
My memories of last night soon returned like a warm rain. Grey had been so sweet...and such an amazing lover. As I rolled out of bed, I winced a little, feeling the strain in my hips and thighs and the pleasant soreness between them. I giggled to myself. Dancing had kept me pretty damn fit, but it had been a long time since those particular muscles had gotten so much exercise.
I still felt languid from my great night—both the asleep and awake parts. Wanting to savor this lazy-Sunday-morning feeling, I shrugged on Grey's plaid terrycloth robe instead of getting dressed. It was more than a little loose on me, hanging off my shoulders to offer an eyeful of cleavage, but nobody would be seeing anything they hadn't seen before. And I liked the idea of distracting Grey from whatever the hell he was up to.
I walked downstairs to find Grey and Maple in the kitchen. Grey stood in front of the stove, tossing a huge wok of sliced chicken and vegetables. My stomach growled at the spicy, peanutty smell. In her high chair, near the breakfast nook's table, Maple was playing with a plateful of small chicken chunks and carrot coins. When she saw me in the doorway, she squealed with excitement and hurled a baby corncob at the floor so hard it bounced.
“Well, good morning to you, too.” I crossed the kitchen to kiss Maple's forehead hello.
“You got one of those for me?” Grey called.
I sauntered over to him, leaned in, and placed an exaggeratedly chaste peck on his cheek. His wry grin made it clear that he'd collect what I owed him later...and then some. Ooh.
Letting my shoulder brush his, I watched the colorful bell peppers, carrots, snow peas, and broccoli dance in the wok. “So what's the occasion?”
“Making lunch,” he replied. Admirably, his eyes only dipped to my chest for an instant. I'd have to do a better job tempting him. “Don't worry, I served Maple her share before adding the hot chili oil.”