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But this was a big, juicy cherry.
She seemed to flash with a pinkness and he growled again. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever… your skin, the way it shows every feeling that passes through you, I can read you like a goddamned book and I want to… bury my face in it.”
Lucy laughed. She was lying back on the bed now and he took her shirt in her hands. It was a simple white tank top, and he gripped it with both hands as he lay over her on his elbows.
He stretched it so hard he knew it was on the verge of ripping. He forced himself to let it go and instead slipped his arms around behind her and pulled her to sitting, backing up so he was on his knees next to the bed.
A supplicant at the foot of a fucking goddess.
She looked down at him with a devious smile on her lips, her lids lowered. He’d never seen her like this; she was always so perfectly put together, that look of determination and planning and interest on her face. Now she was relinquishing control. And it was killing him.
He held his hands at her shoulders, then hooked his thumbs under the straps of her tank top and the bra underneath. He slipped them both over her shoulders and down her arms. The shirt and bra slowly turned inside out, revealing the tops of her breasts. She reached up to pull at it herself, but he grabbed her hands and pressed them down on the bed. She groaned but complied, bunching her hands in the bedspread. He kept going, pulling the straps down farther and farther, delaying the moment as long as he could. Lucy tipped her head back, breathing hard by the time the fabric reached the top of her breasts. Then he jerked the straps down to her waist and her breasts sprung out, nipples pointed straight at him.
“You’re trying to kill me, Lucy. That’s what you’re doing, right?”
Laughter burbled up from deep in her throat.
He leaned forward and brought his mouth to her nipple. He coaxed it with his tongue until it brushed against his top lip, then took the whole thing in his mouth, teasing and swirling the soft nub. She moaned, and the sound flooded his veins.
He took her breast in his hand and flicked at the nipple with his tongue, his other hand slipping around the small of her back. He switched to the other breast, licking and sucking and gently grasping the nipple between his teeth.
“God, Graydon,” she breathed, arching her back. She freed her arms from her straps and leaned back with her hands behind her on the bed, encouraging him to tease her tits with his mouth another few minutes before he came back up and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He could feel the wet buds of her nipple against his t-shirt and he suddenly desperately needed to feel them on his skin. He ripped his shirt over his head in one smooth movement and she gasped, then pushed him back so he fell back onto his knees next to the bed. Standing only inches from him, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her hips. He reached for her, but she shook her head.
“Wait,” she said, getting her jeans all the way off. She still wore her bikini cut underwear and she hooked her fingers in these and slid them down slowly.
The curls before him were just as red as the hair on her head and he leaned in, his nose pressing against their softness.
Then he pushed her gently onto the bed and she fell back, her tits bouncing as she landed.
Graydon put his hands at her knees and spread them open until she was there for him, waiting. He dipped his face in and ran his tongue along her slit, then a quick flick on her clit, just a tease.
She gasped and then moaned, throwing her arms up over her head.
He took her clit in his lips and flicked his tongue across the soft hardness there, drinking in the salty sweetness of her, drawing his tongue down further before bringing it back up again. He stayed there, flicking and sucking until she came so hard her body bucked off the bed.
“Gray, holy shit, Gray,” she kept saying, her fingers twining in his hair.
Finally, she pushed his head back so she was looking down over the length of her body at him.
“I need you to fuck me, please,” she said, with such earnestness he grinned.
Graydon stood up and put his hands on the button of his jeans and she turned so pink, the flush running between her legs and up to her breasts, chest, neck, and cheeks, and he wondered if she had somehow pictured this moment before. It was like reading her thoughts. And it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He needed her like he’d never needed anything, anyone in his life.
When he unbuttoned his jeans, it only took a quick zip before his cock leapt out as if it was its own being, drawn to this woman with desperate need.
She reached for the cosmetic bag at the side of the bed and handed him a condom, which he ripped open and rolled onto his cock in one smooth movement. Then he was over her, hiking her legs up so they were hooked over his arms and her damp pinkness was splayed before him. He took a breath, half wanting to drop back down to his knees, to drop his tongue back into her depths. But his cock pulsed, his balls straining, and Lucy’s hands were on her tits, her eyes half-lidded, moaning his name.
“Gray, please, fuck me right fucking now.”
He plunged his cock into her, losing himself in her warm depths. He tipped her hips up and pulled her towards him, sinking himself into her over and over again, lost, flying, drowning. He lowered his hand over her center, thumbing her clit as she moaned and whimpered. Just as he was on the brink she opened her eyes and then they came together, their eyes locked in a climax that shook the very earth.
He collapsed half on top of her, their skin and sweat, and in that moment their very beings intermingled.
“Gray,” Lucy said, pushing gently at his shoulders. “Can’t breathe.”
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” he said, rolling off of her and flopping onto his back. He reached for her hand and squeezed, swallowing down something tight and hard in his throat. God, this woman.
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