I quicken the pace and the pressure. Both his hands pull at my hair and hold my head still to absorb his careful thrusts. His thighs tense, his arse clenches, his cock starts to pulse. Iwork him harder and faster until his movements lose their rhythm.
‘Fuck, Scarlett, I’m there.’
A little more pressure. A little quicker.
‘Fuck!’ he barks as he pours his warm liquid into my mouth and I accept it with a quick swallow. He hangs his head back briefly, then looks down through heavy, sex-filled eyes and lifts my chin with his index finger, my legs following my gaze to stand.
‘That wasn’t part of the plan.’
I smile and push my body against his as he strokes the sides of my face. Then with one easy move, he lifts my legs to his hips and takes me back to the bed, laying me down with my arms above my head, and crawling between my thighs.
His perfect torso hovers above me as he drops his lips to my wrist and licks, kisses and nibbles the full length of my arm, sending my nerve endings into frenzy. At my shoulder, he works his way along my collarbone, then my neck, my other collarbone and up the entire length of my other arm.
‘Open your eyes,’ he whispers, with his face hovering over mine.
I let my hazel-green eyes meet his hooded browns with a contented sigh.
‘Good girl.’
Taking his weight on one arm, he traces my jawline with the fingertips of his other hand, then strokes a thumb across my parted lips. ‘The way you feel. The way you move.’ He dips his head and presses those magic lips to my neck, then my chest bone. My back arches in anticipation before his mouth clamps down on my already hard nipple, biting gently, pulling the skin through his teeth. My insides are yearning to feel him. I wriggle my hips against him.
‘Not yet,’ he murmurs around my breast, the hot breath making my heart beat in my vulva.
He cups my other breast in his hand before he takes the nipple in his teeth. My hands reach for his hair. He moves his tongue to the centre of my abdomen, then draws a line down my navel, his hand exploring the skin to the side of my stomach. The feel of him on those areas that are rarely touched builds euphoria in my mind. His tongue trails down to the top of my wanton sex but he moves past it, sucking, licking, nibbling my thighs and pressing his lips down every inch of my leg to my feet.
My hips squirm and I grip the bed sheets with balled fists. He switches feet, and moves his mouth up the length of my opposite leg. When he reaches my sex, he lifts his body over mine, pressing his hard shaft against my navel. He gazes into my wild eyes and I can’t wait. I push my hips against him and press my mouth to his, assaulting him with my tongue, twirling in circles around his. He withdraws, leaving me exposed and desperate. He shuffles down the bed and parts me with his fingers, the air on my bud making my body tense beneath him. Finally, he tortures my centre with a delicious lick that has me groaning. He turns his tongue expertly around my clit, dipping into me then back to my clit, lifting me higher with each sweep.
My back bows; my hands ball into fists. With a thrust, his fingers are in me, moving in, out, around, in perfect rhythm, synced with his tongue moving over my throbbing clit. I shake my head from side to side and I bite down on my bottom lip between pants, erratic breaths making me feel faint.
‘Gregory! I’m going to come.’
I grab his head and pull his hair as he builds the rhythm of his fingers and my impending climax.
‘Holy shit!’
My hands fly to my hair, dizziness, desire, my pounding heart taking me to the peak. He pushes those fingers harder and faster and with one last magnificent swirl of his tongue, I explode around him, screaming his name. My legs fall, lifeless, to my sides as I take deep breaths, trying to draw oxygen into my clouded brain.
‘Open your eyes,’ he says, hovering over me.
That same sense of uneasiness I felt in the opera house comes back. I push it away and wrap my arms around him, pulling him into me. My tongue dips into his mouth, tasting my own saltiness from his lips. As my arms explore his back and my tongue works around his, he slips his erection, back to full throttle, into my accepting sex and moves in tantalising circles, already lifting my unrelenting orgasm back to a high.
We swallow each other’s groans, eyes open and locked, our mouths refusing to part. He smiles around my kisses and the moment of uncertainty melts into raw emotion. For me, love. His hips circle and move his cock with slow, purposeful grinds, controlled, just the way Gregory Ryans CEO takes care of his business.
We kiss to the brink until my body begins to lose control again and I can’t hold our contact.
‘Gregory!’
He speeds his hips now building with each thrust.
‘Fucking hell!’ he barks. He bursts into me with one final push, completely unravelling.
He gazes down at me and I stroke a loose strand from his sweaty brow as he slowly turns inside me, bringing us down. He kisses the tip of my nose, then rolls us so I come to lie on his chest. I kiss his pecs and turn my fingers around his bare skin.
22
First, the smell of coffee. Then the realisation that I’m in bed alone. Then the sense that someone is in the room. My eyes open to the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen and I smile as I slide back up the bed, sitting in only the white, cotton bed sheet.
‘Time to get up. We don’t want to be late for lunch.’
