OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! Is he for real?
I croak out a yes and he smiles up at me as he lifts my legs, supporting one foot on each of his shoulders. Completely exposed to him, his scorching stare ignites a throbbing burn inside my core, and I’m afraid I may come just lying here like this.
He presses his velvety lips to the delicate skin behind my knee and begins peppering slow, deliberate kisses up the insides of my thighs, causing me to writhe in anticipated ecstasy on the mattress. Climbing higher and higher until I can feel his warm breath across my swollen lower lips, it takes every ounce of self-control not to grab the back of his head and shove his face between my legs.
Needing something to do with my hands, I stroke my stomach and skim my palms over my ribs, torn between watching him and closing my eyes to focus on the way his touch makes me feel. He slides his hands beneath me, cupping my ass and lifting my hips to his waiting mouth.
I’ve never been much of a fan of receiving oral; however, I know the second his tongue drags up my aching cleft, it’s because it wasn’t done right before. I release a guttural moan as he takes a second taste, finally understanding why so many women enjoy this so much.
Gripping my hips harder, his tongue trails over me again and again until I’m a squirming mess, the pressure inside of me building faster than ever. I grind against his mouth to increase the pressure, realizing I’m already close to my release.
He growls against my hot, wet flesh. “So damn sweet.”
“Please don’t stop, Gray,” I beg as he frames my outer lips with the tip of his tongue before plunging inside my folds. His mouth trails slowly over my heated skin, his tongue tracing circles around my clit.
“Touch yourself for me,” he murmurs into my mound. “Let me see you play with your nipples while I taste you.”
Doing as he asked, I bring one hand up to massage my breast, flicking my thumb back and forth over my pebbled nipple, while the other drops down to tangle in his hair. My thighs fall out to the sides, completely relaxed as he pleasure me like no one ever has.
He catches me off guard as he sucks my clit between his lips and allows his teeth to lightly graze the delicate nub, eliciting a startled cry of pleasure from the unexpected yet very welcomed additional pressure. Then, he glides two fingers inside me, leisurely stroking in and out as he continues to tease me with his tongue. Squeezing my lids shut, I release his dark locks and palm both breasts, massaging and tugging as the intensity in my womb builds to a level I can’t control.
Arching my back, my eyes fly open as I unravel against his mouth and hands, soaring high into a blissful euphoria. The lingering quakes continue to pulse through me as he relentlessly caresses and licks me, the vibration from his groans only adding to the overwhelming sensation.
Finally, my body relaxes into the bed, and with my forearm draped over my forehead, my eyes search out Gray’s. Completely awe-struck and still a bit hazy, I smile lazily at him and whisper, “Uno.”
He laughs heartily and kisses the inside of each of my thighs before standing up in front of me and unfastening the button on his jeans. After he lowers the zipper and frees his erection, he gazes down at me ravenously. My eyes drop down to where his long fingers are slowly stroking his shaft and I hiss in a ragged breath. I knew he was big from what I saw the other night through his pajama pants, but I never expected what I’m looking at right now. I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
Striding over to the bedside table, he pulls a condom from the drawer, opens it, and slides it on smoothly. Then, instead of returning to where I am, he sits down on the bed and beckons me with his finger to come to him.
Without thought, I eagerly scramble up on all fours and crawl across the mattress to where he’s waiting for me. He reaches out and grasps my waist, picking me up and pulling me down on top of him so that I’m straddling his hips.
He leans his face forward and presses his mouth to the base of my throat, licking his way up to my jaw. “I can’t wait to be buried inside you, Mia.”
Lifting up slightly on my knees, I wrap my small fingers around his cock, guiding it to the heart of my smoldering center. “No need to wait any longer,” I murmur as I begin lowering myself onto him.
With my hands resting on his shoulders, our lust-filled gazes glued to each other, he fills me inch by glorious inch. My heart pounds out a steady beat while my body stretches to accommodate both his girth and length, the pleasure far outweighing the pain.
Watching his expression as our bodies join for the first time, I’m captivated by the hard, intense passion locked in his hooded eyes and the glistening of my juices still coating his mouth. I lean forward and trace my tongue around his lips, moaning as I taste my arousal on him.
“Jesus, Mia, you are so…” He cuts the thought short by cupping his hands on either side of my face and crashing his mouth to mine. The kiss lingers as his hips move to meet my up-and-down movements. Each time he drives into me, I shamelessly grind down so that my clit rubs against the base of his shaft. Bewildered by the sizzling connection between us, the heat and excitement, I feel insatiable, needing more and more.
As our mouths stay joined together, my body rocks against him, steadily increasing the tempo and friction. Our tongues melt together like warm butter, and a low rumble in his chest reverberates through me, blanketing my skin in goose bumps. Sliding his palms around to the small of my back, his fingers dig into my skin as our lips break apart and he leaves a trail of kisses across my cheek to my ear. With the searing heat of his lips against my skin, he flexes up into me with such a feverish pace, my second orgasm builds rapidly.
I close my eyes and frame his face in my hands. Slamming my lips down on his, I groan at the sheer intensity of his thrusts. The mattress squeaks beneath us, our heavy, panted breaths filling the room. His intoxicating strength surrounds me, swallows me as his hard heat plunges into me over and over.
“I’m so close, Gray; please don’t stop,” I urge in a breathless whisper. “Fuck me harder.”
The words flow effortlessly from my mouth, uncharacteristic of my normal bedroom behavior, but he seems to like when I talk.
“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you want,” he groans, swirling his tongue with mine. We sprint toward our climax together, both of us giving as much as we’re taking.
He rips his mouth from mine and grabs one of my hands, shoving it between our bodies. “Touch yourself. Come with me,” he demands roughly.
Losing myself in the passionate moment, a jolt of electricity rushes through me as I rub tight, frantic circles around my pebbled clit. His thrusts are unremitting, his hands cradling my ass to help me keep pace with him as his teeth nip at my earlobe.
It only takes a matter of moments before I lose control again, my release coming hard and fast, much like Gray’s cock pumping in and out of me. Bending forward, my head falls against his shoulder, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh as I ride out the rapturous free fall. Then, within seconds of my climax, Gray stiffens beneath me as he clutches my hips in a death grip, pounding out three final strokes and joining me in my blissful daze.
Clinging to each other’s sweaty, breathless form, neither of us moves or speaks for several minutes. We’re just there.
Together.
Did I mention I’m so screwed?
“YOU FORGOT TO COUNT AGAIN,” Gray says as we lay in his bed, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to his naked body.
We’ve been in the same position since I collapsed next to him after our third—yes, third—round of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. My head is tucked in the nook of his arm as I lazily trace random shapes on his torso.
“It doesn’t really matter after uno. The important thing is you made me come, right?” I reply, fighting to keep my heavy lids open. I may have skipped the gym this morning, but I definitely got my workout in, and the exhaustion is setting in.
He playfully smacks my ass and makes a tsk-tsk sound. “Of course it matters! My fragile eg
o needs to know I can get you off multiple times. That shit’s important to us guys.”
“I promise I’ll try to remember next time.” I laugh and attempt to sit up before I end up falling asleep, but he hauls me back down on top of him.
He smiles up at me, his big brown eyes glimmering mischievously. “I like the sound of that. I hope there are lots of next times, mi cielo.” Lifting his hand to cradle my chin, his thumb tenderly brushes over my bottom lip. “This is the best morning ever. You’ve set the bar high.”
Lowering my mouth to his, I kiss him softly before pushing up on his chest and scrambling off the bed. “Yes, it’s been one for the record books, Uno, but it’s no longer morning, and I’m hungry. You made me work up an appetite.”
“Uno?! You can’t call me that,” he protests with a chuckle. “It should be more like Señor Siete.”
I gather my clothes from the floor and flash him a wide grin, not bothering to argue since he speaks the truth. I must’ve had at least seven orgasms, which is more than my monthly average, even when I was married. There’s a good chance I won’t be able to walk normal tomorrow.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, get dressed, and then head downstairs to make some lunch,” I say. “Meet me down there in about thirty minutes if you want something to eat.”
Rolling onto his side, he props his head up with his hand as he openly peruses my nude body with a hungry gaze. “I’m looking at exactly what I want to eat for lunch.”
My stomach flutters with arousal, and as much as I want to climb back in that bed with him, I can’t. I have a few things I need to do. Plus, we don’t know when Adam is going to return home. It’s already one in the afternoon; it could be any time now.
Just thinking about my son sends a twinge of guilt shooting through me, remembering the primary reason why what I’ve spent the last four hours doing is not ideal. Quickly, I push the thought aside, not wanting to taint the glorious morning I’ve shared with Gray. There will be time to feel remorseful tomorrow.
Even if it never happens again, which I know it shouldn’t, but am praying it does, my eyes are now open to a world of sensual pleasure I’ve never experienced, one I can only build on now, even if it isn’t with him. Not to mention, I can’t wait to tell Stella how un-shriveled my pussy is…a twenty-one year old hottie has now given it his approval.
Channeling the new, flirty Mia, I reply, “You’re going to have to take a rain check, Uno, but if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you sneak in a late-night snack at the taco bar.” Then, with an impish smirk, I walk out of his room and down the hall to mine.
Did those words really just come out of my mouth? What in the hell has gotten into me? Well, I know exactly what was just in me, but that wouldn’t cause me to get all sassy-pants after twenty years of quiet obedience…would it?
I don’t have time to contemplate the thoughts long, because the second I walk into my bedroom, my phone, which I purposely left on my nightstand, is lighting up with a text message notification. Scooping it up, I scroll through everything I missed—another call from Jonathan with a voicemail, nine texts from Stella asking everything from if I chickened out to whether or not he tied me up and made me his sex slave, and finally the message I just missed, which was from Adam on his lunch break saying the day was going great, he loved the office, and he was going out for a happy hour drink with some of the employees.
I quickly type a response, letting him know how proud I am and to be careful on his way home, but decide not to reply to Stella quite yet. I’ll let her imagination run wild for a while. Then, before I head to the shower, I return the call to Jonathan, hoping for good news about the show.
Exactly half an hour later, I’m putting the finishing touches on a couple of BLTs as I sing and dance around the kitchen, feeling happy and hopeful. Gray is sitting on the barstool watching me, a mile-wide smile spread across his face.
“So did he give you an exact date? Will you have a lot of input on the theme and décor?” he asks, referring to the good news I just relayed to him from my phone call with Jonathan.
I nod as I grab us each a plate from the cabinet. “Yep, originally I thought they were going to do a small, mid-week show for me, since I’m so new, but after he talked with his partner and showed him some of my work, they want to do a full showcase for me.”
After loading the plates up with sandwiches and some potato chips, I place them on the countertop, one in front of him, the other in front of the empty stool, and then grab us each a soda from the fridge before saddling up next to him.
“The downside of this is I’ll have to wait a while,” I continue to explain as we begin to eat. “Their Friday nights are booked up for a few months, and the next opening they have isn’t until the first weekend in October, but that’s okay with me. It gives me more time to paint, so I’ll have more to present when the time comes.”
“That’s awesome, Mia. I know your show’s gonna be a huge success. Your paintings are incredible.” He lifts one of his hands to the back of my neck, pulling me over so he can kiss my temple, then drops it to my thigh, where he leaves it as we continue to eat our lunch.
Much to my delighted surprise, I don’t feel awkward at all around him after everything that happened this morning. I wasn’t only nervous about how my performance in the bedroom would measure up to the younger girls he’s been with, but also what the aftermath would be like, especially with us living under the same roof. I’m not really sure what happens between us from here, but my gut tells me today won’t be a one-time thing, and as long as we keep it under wraps, I’m okay with that. Relax and have fun, right?
I smile over at him as I crunch down on a chip. Once I swallow, I wash it down with a drink and rest my hand on top of his. “Thank you, and I hope so. We’re supposed to get together in a few weeks to discuss the theme and all that jazz. He told me to start brainstorming some ideas in the meantime. Maybe you can help me.”
“I’ll see what I can come up with; however, I think I may be more helpful in giving you new material for your actual art.” He curls his fingers around my leg and squeezes lightly. “I’m sure we can practice a few positions you haven’t thought of painting yet.”
“I’m sure,” I respond, my voice a hoarse whisper.
Yep, definitely not a one-time thing.
The combination of his promising words and the heat of his hand searing my skin through the denim of my jeans sends a ripple of excitement through my body. As if I hadn’t been thoroughly sexed up for hours only a little while ago, a slow throbbing sensation begins to steadily pulse between my legs.
I glimpse over at Gray out of the corner of my eye, and even though he’s focused on the nearly empty plate of food in front of him, I can see his nostrils flaring with each measured breath. My eyes fall to his lap, where there’s no denying his current state of arousal, which only fuels the flames of desire already spreading inside me.
Then, without second-guessing myself, I do what feels natural, what I want to do. I slide off my stool and drop to my knees next to him, peering up at his chiseled, handsome face.
“I want to suck your cock.”
“Say it again. Louder,” I demand gruffly, still not turning to look at her.
I know the second I see Mia’s hypnotizing eyes looking up at me, I’m done for. I may fucking come before I even pull my dick out of my pants.
“I want to suck your cock,” she repeats, this time with a little more conviction in her voice.
Fucking hell, this woman is going to be the death of me. No man on the planet would deny her request. Not a single one.
I twist slightly in my seat toward her, and as I expected, the sight of her knelt before me, desire swimming deep in those exquisite blue pools, steals the breath straight from my lungs. Even after having my wicked way with her all morning—getting off not once, but three times—my hunger for her isn’t even close to being sated.
“Can you ask nicely?” I ask, playfully cocking an eyebrow at her.
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She chuckles, the corners of her mouth curving up into a devilish grin as she scoots closer to me. Leaning forward, she reaches out with one hand and palms my steeled shaft through my shorts. Her long lashes blink rapidly as she sweeps her tongue across her bottom lip, which is still a little swollen from my bruising kisses earlier.
Gazing up at me, her hand rubbing up and down the length of my erection, she plays along with my little game. “Can I please suck your cock, Gray?”
“Hmmm,” I pretend to contemplate her proposal as I cross my arms over my chest, more to keep myself from hauling her into my lap and impaling my dick into her yet again, “I guess it’ll be okay, since you asked so politely.”
Her hand slides up my crotch to the button, making quick work of it and the zipper, all while keeping her eyes locked on mine. Instinctively, I lift up off the stool and push my shorts over my hips and down my thighs, dragging my boxers along with them. My cock, rock-hard and aching for her touch, springs free, and without any hesitation, she wraps her thin fingers around the base.
Bending forward at the waist, she slowly strokes the shaft as she brings her lips to the mushroom cap. The tip of her tongue darts out from her parted lips, swiping away the drop of pre-cum trickling down the stretched skin. She moans seductively, her lids fluttering shut as if she just tasted the most decadent dessert imaginable.
“Fuck, Mia,” I groan huskily as my hands fall to her head, my fingers threading through her highlighted hair.
As her hand continues to slowly pump the length of my dick, she swirls her tongue round and round the head in a torturous motion until it’s wet and shiny and I’m about to die from anticipation. When I’m almost at my breaking point, she slowly opens her mouth and wraps her juicy lips around my cock.
Inch-by-inch, she takes a little more of me into her mouth until, finally, the entire thing is submerged, the tip resting deep against her throat. Her hand slides around beneath my cock, cupping my balls in her dainty fingers while she flattens her tongue along the underside of the steeled shaft, licking base to tip.