Without another word, he lowers his head and seals his lips to mine in a kiss that’s a little too demanding to be considered sweet. I wasn’t expecting it, but it certainly isn’t unwelcome. I move my lips under his, returning his nibbles and pecks until he takes it one step further and slips his tongue into my mouth.
My hands tighten so I’m no longer embracing him, instead holding on for dear life as he moves his mouth over mine. Butterflies flare to life in my stomach and heat pools lower as his hands move down, and then he pulls me even closer with a palm on the small of my back.
Desire that seems too strong to only belong to me swells within me, and I find myself about ready to rip his clothes off to get closer to him. Gray jerks his head back, and a little of the urgency I was feeling fades, but the need to have him naked doesn’t really lessen.
“Sorry,” he mutters as his eyelids lower, making it harder for me to see his hazel eyes.
“Unless you’re apologizing for stopping, I really don’t want to hear it.” I drag his mouth back down to mine by fisting his shirt and tugging.
Our kiss starts where the last one ended, with his tongue in my mouth and my hands gripping him tightly. “Counter or table?” Gray asks in a voice so husky, it should be a sin.
“I don’t want to break the table, so counter,” I reply, lifting his shirt as he wraps his hands around my waist, preparing to pick me up. It’s pretty clear neither of us wants to waste time going to the bedroom when there are perfectly suitable surfaces here.
Gray spins and sets me on the edge of the island. The moment he pulls back, he ducks his head to help me remove his shirt, then gets to work on mine. He takes a moment to admire my bra, and the wave of desire I felt from Gray before hits me again, and it makes me feel almost drunk with longing.
While he’s busy looking, I reach for the button on his pants and pull down the zipper. I watch his throat work as he swallows and looks down at my hands. His dick is so hard, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get it out of his pants unless I pull them down, so I peel the material back and shove down at the same time.
He makes a soft noise when his shaft is free of the restrictive fabric. In the next second, Gray encircles both of my wrists with one of his hands and tugs to the side, pulling them away from his erection and shifting my position a little as he does so.
His lips find the hollow of my collarbones, and he kisses and licks up the side of my neck. His breathing is rough, but so is mine. “Lie back,” he orders, nuzzling his nose against me. I turn to look behind me to make sure I’m not going to land on or in anything, but Grayson jerks my hands and demands, “Lie back,” again. This time, there’s a little more weight to his tone.
Looking directly into his eyes, I lower myself onto the cool marble, understanding he needs me to give him the control he’s seeking. I arch my back so only my shoulder blades are touching the stone. He’s still holding my wrists, but now they are resting below my belly button, placing his fingers just a few inches shy of where I want them.
Slowly, he releases his hold and takes a step back. I keep my hands where he left them and wait for his instructions, because I’m confident they are coming. He doesn’t keep me waiting long. “Take your pants off.”
On cue, I open my fly and lift my ass to get the material out from under me. Grayson steps back even farther and glances around the kitchen. His eyes land on something to the left, but I don’t care enough to see what has his attention. Instead, I scoot back, draw my heels up on the island, and finish taking my pants off by lifting up onto my toes.
Gray returns with a stool from the other side of the island. He places it right in front of me as if he’s about to belly up to the table for a feast. Hells to the hexes, yes!
He grabs my ankles and tries to pull me down, but my back sticks to the stone and I end up laughing and rearranging myself.
When I feel the edge of the counter under the back of my thighs, I stop and waggle my eyebrows at Gray. “Super sexy, right? I’ve got all the moves.”
Completely unaffected by my teasing, he reaches forward and lifts my hips and ass, hauling me even closer to the edge. My legs dangle off the counter until he fits the backs of my knees over his shoulders. I can feel the heat of his body, and it only makes me want him even more.
Okay, so maybe now is not the time for joking, especially when he runs his finger up the center of my panties and pushes a little deeper when he reaches the top of my cleft. The fabric is thin, but still too thick if it’s keeping his touch from me.
I lift my hips to chase his hand when he removes his touch altogether. I stare up at the high ceiling, taking measured breaths as I wait for his next touch. I gasp when I feel something brush my inner thigh, realizing it’s the scruff of his jaw. Distracted, I don’t expect his fingers to curl over my hips and peel down the last barrier between us, but I’m more than ready, so I lift my hips to help. He turns his lips to the side and places wet, open-mouthed kisses high on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, only stopping to completely remove the lace. It’s a tiny appetizer of what’s to come once he has me naked.
“Grab the edge,” Gray orders before delivering a lick up my pussy. I wrap my fingers over the end of the counter and melt into the marble. As if he’s savoring the experience as much as I am, Gray makes a noise I can only call a growl, but I don’t have any time to dwell on it because he dips right back in and pulls my clit into his mouth.
My back arches clear off the counter, and I stutter out, “F-Fuck.” The feeling is intense, just like Gray, and he doesn’t give me any time to adjust before sucking even harder. I cry out and grab the sides of his head with my hands. As if my touch spurs him on, he pushes even closer like he can’t get enough of me.
Flattening his tongue, he licks me again from bottom to top. I tense in anticipation when he reaches my clit, but this time, he just flicks me a few times before going lower to slide as deep inside of me as he can get. My inner walls tighten, working to get more of him, but he just continues to push in and out before moving up to my clit. This time when he circles and flicks his tongue over me, it’s not enough. I want that delicious pressure again. It makes me feel out of control and on the edge of something I can’t even explain.
I dig my heels into his back and pull his head in a little deeper, hoping he gets the hint. Without warning, he jerks back, stopping everything. I snap my head down to look at Gray. His eyes are wild, and his lips are glistening. “Grab the edge,” he demands again while looking at me from under his brow. I release the death grip I have on his hair and slide my hands down until I’m holding onto the counter again.
He watches me for a moment longer, then lowers his head, keeping his eyes locked on mine. When he goes right for my clit and sucks, I tip my head back and arch so fast, it feels more like a spasm than an actual intentional movement, but I’m not fucking complaining.
For the next ten minutes, Gray takes me to the brink of orgasm more times than I can count. Every time I’m close, he stops just shy of allowing me to crest. I’m sweating, and my hands hurt from gripping the edge of the counter, but I’m not letting go. I am about to start begging though.
I let out a whimper when I get close to coming. Thinking about him teasing me again is almost more than I can bear. “Gray,” I plead as a tremor begins in my lower body.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs between my legs. Taking mercy, he finally slides his fingers into me while continuing to use his mouth and tongue on my clit. The relief I feel is damn near euphoric, but it’s eclipsed quickly by the intensity of my orgasm. With my head tossed back, I let him hear just how much I’m enjoying everything he’s doing. He only stops licking and sucking when I try to scoot away from him.
My legs shake in earnest when he rises from the chair and leans over my body. Gray’s chest heaves against mine as he stares down at me. “Are you trying to kill me?” I pant as I finally release my hold and stretch my stiff fingers so I can wrap my arms around his back.
Instead of replying with words, Gray lowers his head, his jaw tight and lips damp with my slickness, and kisses me deeply. His shoulders shift and bunch as he pushes his pants down to remove them completely, but his kiss never suffers from his lack of concentration.
