She swallowed, her throat going dry as she looked up at him and saw the desire on his face. He didn’t even attempt to mask the hunger he felt for her. So many men played it cool, seemed to want that kind of power over a woman where she was the one in need and he couldn’t care less. But Gray’s face was etched with need as she moved her hand over him, and she knew just how much he craved her touch. In that, she had all the power, which only heightened her own desire. This true expression of sensuality, of intimacy, was such a revelation.
She drew up on her knees. “Touch me. I need your hands on me, too.”
He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. She stood on the bed, holding on to his shoulders as he drew her panties down her legs. She started down to the mattress again, but Gray said, “Stay there.”
She held on to him and he cupped the globes of her butt, drawing her toward his mouth. She shuddered when he found her sex, his tongue snaking out to curl around her clit.
She looked down and watched him, this viewpoint so different than anything she’d ever experienced as he held firm to her and drove her crazy with his mouth and tongue, diving in to lick and suck her until she was certain she wouldn’t be able to stand. But she did, because she craved the orgasm that drew ever closer as he sucked on her clit and slid a finger into her pu**y to f**k her.
“Gray,” she whispered, so close her legs trembled.
He mumbled against her, flattening his tongue along her sex until she knew she was going to let go. But still, she held back, wanting to prolong the sweetest pleasure imaginable until she couldn’t any longer. And when she came, he dug his fingers into her butt cheeks, holding her while he licked her through a shattering orgasm that made her dizzy.
She fell to the bed and Gray pulled her to the edge, his c**k bobbing near her lips.
“Now, suck me and make me come, just like this.”
Still panting, her pu**y still spasming from the aftereffects of one mind-blowing orgasm, she opened her mouth and he slid his c**k inside. She closed her lips over his shaft and let him feed his c**k to her. He held the back of her head and slid it in and out.
“Fuck. Yeah, I like that,” he said, and she could tell from the way his gaze was riveted to her face that he enjoyed having her at his mercy.
She enjoyed the taste of him, giving him the same kind of pleasure he gave her. She shifted, rolling onto her back and dropping her head down off the bed so he could watch his c**k go down her throat.
“Christ, Evelyn.” He leaned over her, pumping his c**k between her lips while he massaged her br**sts. She reached between her legs, so caught up in the moment, her senses heightened by his touch and the way he watched her that she couldn’t help but want to get off again.
“You’re making me crazy doing that,” he said, his voice tight with strain as he slid his c**k over her tongue. She clamped tight, closed her mouth, and swallowed as she moved her hand over her clit and pu**y, wanting to come when she made him come.
He brushed his fingers over her br**sts, teasing her ni**les, pulling at them until the pleasure between her legs intensified. She was so close to coming she had to hold up.
She wanted him to go with her.
“You ready to come?” he asked. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Evelyn. I want to come hard.”
She hummed against his cockhead and slid her fingers in her pu**y, rubbing against her clit until she couldn’t hold back the rushing orgasm. She moaned as she came.
“Fuck yes,” Gray yelled, and erupted into her mouth. She arched against the hard climax while swallowing everything he gave her, wanting to prolong it for him. When he went soft in her mouth, she let go, flicking her tongue at the head.
He fell onto the bed next to her and pulled her against him. It took her a few minutes to regain her bearings, but she finally got a look at the oversized bedroom, the wraparound balcony, and the amazing maple furniture that looked like it had been hand crafted.
“Nice room,” she finally said.
He laughed, then dragged her out of bed. “Wait ’til you see the bathroom.”
He was right. A window overlooking the ocean caught her attention right away, but the shower was decadent, with its multiple showerheads and a whirlpool tub with so many massaging jets she was determined to take a soak in it before she left.
They showered, dressed, then went downstairs.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Yes. All that sex drives my appetite.”
“Hopefully it drives your appetite for more sex.”
She arched a brow. “Right now it’s driving my appetite for food.”
He opened the refrigerator. “Chicken?”
“How do you have food in your fridge?”
“My staff knows my schedule. They make sure the house is well stocked when I’m going to be home.”
How utterly convenient. “Fantastic.” She came up beside him. “I’ll make a salad.
And we can grill some vegetables.”
He frowned. “No baked potato?”
After grabbing what she wanted out of there, she closed the fridge door. “A little healthy won’t kill you. Besides, you need the extra vitamins, what with all this sex we’re having.”
“I need the extra carbs to cope with all this sex we’re having.”
She couldn’t resist the grin. “Go grill the chicken. I’ll prep the vegetables and make the salad.”
He prepared the chicken on a plate, then grumbled, “I still think a baked potato would be better.”
“Whiner. Go.”
After dinner, they took a long walk on the beach. The sun had set and the ocean was silver and spectacular in the moonlight.
“I could get used to this,” she said, holding Gray’s hand as they took a slow stroll.
“I might become clingy like one of your groupies and leave my career in politics and decide to squat on your property here.”
He paused, studied her in silence. She hoped he knew she was just kidding.
“Do you do windows? Because it’s hard to find good housekeepers here.”
She snorted out a laugh. “Sadly, I suck at cleaning.”
He sighed. “Then I’m afraid it’s a no.”
“Damn. I was already mentally packing. But only if you leave the keys to all those cars you have parked in the garage.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”