Gray is wrapped in my arms as we lay on the couch watching TV a couple days later. Well, she’s watching TV. I’m absently letting my fingers trail through her hair and wondering how long is a suitable amount of time to just ‘hang’ before I pull off her pants and eat her out.
She makes the most amazing noises when my head is between her legs, and it’s killing me not to take her into my bedroom, strap her to my bed, and bury my tongue in her sweet cunt.
My cock is painfully hard just thinking about it, but I don’t move. I can’t seem to take that final step to bring her into my bedroom. I feel like I have a good handle on what she will and won’t allow, but I’m still too nervous to put theory into practice. If she ends up hating the experience, it will ruin what we have together, so we’ve had sex everywherebutthe bedroom.
I remind myself she didn’t balk at the scene I instigated in her office, but that was still tame compared to what I want to do to her. Her easy acceptance of the belt around her neck that time gives me hope, though.
The show ends, and Gray shifts on top of me so we’re face to face. She’s cradled between my legs like a reverse missionary, and she puts a hand on my chest as she looks up at me.
“So are we just going to watch TV all night, or are you planning to fuck me at some point?” she asks.
Well, shit. If I knew she was waiting on me…
“You were immersed in the show,” I say. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“How was I supposed to concentrate on the show with your erectiondigging into my back?”
I laugh. “So we’ve both been lying here uncomfortably when we could have been having sex?”
She smiles. “Looks that way.”
I start to get up off the couch, and she leans back to let me. I get to my feet, but before she can follow, I lean down, pull her forward, and toss her over my shoulder. She shrieks as I stand up.
“Ash! What are you doing?” she yells.
“I’m taking a chance,” I say as I head toward the bedroom. It’s time to get over this mental block I have about letting Gray sub for me. She said she wants this. It’s time I let her prove it.
I just get to the hall when my phone pings, making the sound that says someone is at the door. A second later, my doorbell rings, and I stop dead.
“What the fuck?” I say as I head over to look at the door cam on my phone, Gray still slung over my shoulder. It’s not terribly late, only a little before eight, but I can’t imagine who could be here at this hour.
“Ash,” Gray says. “All the blood is rushing to my head.”
I ignore her, my hand clamped tight against the backs of her legs. I pull up the doorbell app to look at the live video and swear.
“Ash?”
I bend down and set Gray back on her feet, snaking an arm around her waist until she’s steady.
“What is it?” she asks.
I sigh heavily. “My parents and Petra are here.”
And I know exactly why.
“Your family? Did you know they were coming?” she asks.
I sigh again. “No, but I should have.”
I slip my hand in hers and pull her toward the front door. I doubt my parents will realize what they interrupted, but maybe Petra will get the hint. Not that it matters. They obviously just drove down seven hours from Canada. It looks like I’ll have house guests tonight.
I open the door, Gray at my side.
“Surprise!” my mom says when the door swings open, but the look on her face says she’s the one surprised when she catches sight of Gray.
“I told you that was her car in the driveway,” Petra says.
“Oh!” my mom says. “It didn’t occur to me you’d have company.”
