He kissed the tip of my nose and gave me a smile that looked so sad. “So wet.”
I listened to the words, let them vibrate through me, but they didn’t have the edge they had before. He had been right. Monsters ran from the light, and this monster had been exposed. It wasn’t gone, but maybe it wouldn’t be as frightening moving forward. I had him to thank for that.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Gray?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
I licked my lips, daring myself to say what my mind was screaming. “Make me wetter.”
The sadness of his gaze transformed into something else completely. Pure lust.
His nostrils flared, and the movement of his fingers picked up speed, spearing into me over and over. My hands sank into his hair, his beard, hanging on as he took me, pushing me higher as he watched my every expression. His blue eyes penetrated me as surely as his fingers, forcing me to the brink.
His fingers curled inside me, finding some hidden place that made my entire body hum and contract. “I want to watch your face as you come.” He pressed harder inside me as he licked at my lips. “Look at me, Zoe. Watch me watch you come.”
My body arched as he drove his fingers even deeper, curling them into the walls. His thumb circled my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“That’s right, baby. I feel it. Feel you.”
I held onto his face, my fingers in his soft beard as what he was doing to me built. “Gray…” I lifted my hips, grinding, needing, taking. Craving. “Please.”
His nostrils flared, and he drove his fingers harder, faster. “Please what?”
The edges of my vision darkened as my eyes focused only on his face. My body was tightening, building, cresting as I raced to an unknown destination I only knew I must reach.
“Squeeze your inside muscles, bear down on my hand,” he said, his eyes not leaving mine. I did and, oh god, the sensations changed, and I came, my body twisting as everything I was feeling overwhelmed me.
Before I could catch my breath, he was pushing my legs apart, and his mouth was on me, his tongue in me, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me for better access.
“Please!”
It was a wail, it was a prayer, a plea. It was confusion that anything could ever feel so good.
He tongued my clit, drawing it into his mouth, pulling and sucking, driving me mad. The fingers were back, pushing, twisting, pounding until I was crying out a second time, my body trembling with the release.
He didn’t stop. Licking, sucking, biting, plunging, Gray took me higher than I knew was possible, the softness of his tongue, the brush of his beard making each movement a new and different sensation.
I was lost, totally his as he changed pressure and strokes, never letting me know what to expect.
“Don’t stop,” I begged as his tongue danced on my clitoris. He didn’t as he sucked it deep into his mouth.
I came again, powerfully, loudly, my thighs pressed together, clamping around his head as I rode out the million sensations flowing through me. He continued to lick me, long up and down strokes as I settled, and my trembling began to ease. He rimmed me, circling around and around my opening, penetrating just a tiny bit more with each exotic swirl of his tongue. Even through the aftermath of my climax, I opened for him, accepting him willingly.
In and out… round and round, his tongue giving and taking.
Another climax was near. Building. Growing. Tightening. Strengthening. The power of my body overtook me, convulsed through me, and I covered my face with my hands to muffle the scream. I sobbed through my release, as the pleasure continued to vibrate in each cell, every molecule of my being.
“So sensitive. I love how easy it is to make you come.” He crawled up my body, kissing and licking my flesh along the way. “See how good you taste.”
His mouth came down on mine as he settled between my legs. I licked his lips, tasted the saltiness there. It felt so erotic, and I didn’t hesitate to kiss him harder.
Then he was there, his cock nudging my entrance, spreading me, taking his time. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, lifting my hips with an instinct I didn’t know was inside me, wanting more.
He stiffened. “Shit.”
I opened my eyes, looking up into his blue ones. He was frowning, then he groaned and pulled out of me.
Uncertainty speared through me. “What’s wrong?”
His breathing was harsh, each exhale warming my face as he spoke. “No condoms,” he said, and understanding hit me like a brick. “I wasn’t thinking. Shit. I can’t think when I’m near you.”
I took his face in my hands. “It’s okay. I think I’m safe,” I told him, feeling myself blush. But hell, if I couldn’t talk about stuff like this, I had no business having sex. “My period was over just two days ago. I’m in the safe zone.”
He lowered his head until our foreheads touched, both of us panting, our breath humid between us. “It’s still risky.”
I lifted my hips, searching for him. “It’s worth it, and if the worst happens, I wouldn’t hold you responsible.”
He frowned. “The hell you wouldn’t. You couldn’t keep me away.” His voice softened, as did his eyes, his expression. “You might not be able to keep me away now.”
I think my entire body smiled, and I stroked my fingers through his hair. “The truth is, I don’t want to keep you away. I want to do this, I’d risk anything to be with you right now.”
The frown returned. “Right now, yes. But what about tomorrow or a month from now? Nine months?”
I stroked his beard, watched the hair play through my fingers. “Then I’d have a little Gray or Grayette to love.”
A cloud passed over his expression and I knew from where it came.
“I’m sorry about your baby, Gray. Your wife. I can’t imagine the horror and sadness you’ve gone through.”
His face grew tight, and although I tried to hold on, he pulled away, practically ejecting himself from the bed. Running all ten fingers through his hair, he walked over to the fireplace, stared down into the flames. From where I lay, I watched him, the beautiful man in so much torment, trying to imagine how he must feel.
Betrayal came to mind first. He must see this as a betrayal to his wife’s memory, which was a symbol of just how much he once loved her. Loved her still. I shivered. It was almost as if her ghost was in the room, which cast a new realization. If she were alive, he would be with her, not me.
I shook my head, shaking the selfishness away. If I could be Super Z right now and transport to a different time and place, I’d save his wife, his child. I’d gladly give him his family back. I’d walk away even now, even with all this need and desire and… hope living inside me.