“Flair, whoever told you that you were frigid was lying,” I said sternly.
“But, it’s true” she whispered looking at me frightened “I mean, I never really enjoyed it” she spread her hands out helplessly “with him.”
“It being sex” I checked trying hard not to embarrass or humiliate her.
She nodded looking ashamed.
Son of a bitch. Not only had Johnathon told Flair she was frigid, but he’d been such a selfish bastard that he hadn’t even ensured that Flair had enjoyed any of it when they had been making love! Somehow I wasn’t surprised though. I could have killed him then and there. The asshole should have been ashamed of himself. I checked myself before I lost my temper completely and scared her. I took deep breaths.
“Sweetheart,” I said evenly, causing her to look at me warily “I guarantee that you’re not frigid and that the experience you have with me is going to be vastly different from anything you ever experienced with Johnathon.”
So help me god it would be or I would drown myself. The thought of being compared to him in anyway was enough to make me want to hurl.
“But how do you know?” she said, looking shame faced “I mean what if it was me?” she said worriedly.
I gave a chuckle “Honey I can guarantee that it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with him” I purred, reaching over and cupping her chin with one hand, forcing her big eyes to blink at me “you’re so warm and loving, I bet you anything that you’re a wildcat in the bedroom. You just need the right person to draw that out.”
She looked at me disbelieving “But I was with Johnathon for three years and…” she trailed off.
Enough hearing about that bastard I thought viciously. What a selfish prick. I leaned forward and kissed her, my lips gentle and tender, my hand going around to the back of her neck and gently squeezing, my other arm stroking her. If she wanted to know for sure if she was frigid, then I was going to show her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t, and by the time I was finished, she was going to forget about Johnathon completely or my name wasn’t Grayson Oakes.
Flair POV
His kiss sent small sparks through my body. His fingers slid beneath the hem of my dress and slowly slid it up over my arms, flinging it carelessly away. I hitched in a breath, fighting the urge to hide my body with my arms, watching the way his eyes widened as he took in the white lacy panties and bra I was wearing. He grinned, his fingers hooking under my panties and slowly sliding them down, before reaching behind me and unclasping the bra, letting it drop to the ground. I blushed. I went to cover myself, but he took hold of my hand and shook his head.
I felt myself lowered onto the bed as he kissed me again, his hand roaming over my body. I felt tingles all over. His mouth slowly moved down the nape of my neck, causing me to moan in surprise. My core was starting to throb and my juices were beginning to flow as I became aroused. I was shocked at my reaction as he began to caress and explore me all over, his kisses continuing down my body, his hands moving gently all over me, as though he was worshipping me. It was vastly different to anything Johnathon did to me and I was ashamed to admit, it felt really, really good.
His head continued downwards. He kissed the inside of my thighs as they began to quiver. I could feel the stubble on his chin against my skin, the roughness of it, and I writhed on the bed, enjoying the feel of it. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading my legs slowly apart. I sucked in a breath. I could feel his breath on my pussy and then, before I could move or utter a sound, I felt his tongue slowly lap at my folds as I shuddered, my hands clenching as they held tightly onto the bedsheets.
“Grayson” I moaned, as he spread my legs wider, his tongue circling my clit, his finger slowly massaging me while I felt myself becoming more excited and something akin to pleasure beginning to build inside of me.
His eyes watched me for my reactions as he slid his tongue inside of me, causing me to shudder, my body trembling. He licked the inside of my pussy, exploring as I whimpered, my body thrashing on the bed. My body felt like it was on fire. Every touch of his tongue was making me shudder and jolt. One hand moved up and down my thigh, while his other fingered my clit slowly, adding to the pleasure. I was beginning to mewl, my body feeling like it was on the brink of something. Grayson’s eyes glinted as he looked up at me, a knowing expression on his face.
I felt wanton. Suddenly I had gone from feeling nervous to experiencing undeniable pleasure at my new husband’s hands. I was panting, my body arching as he touched me. He seemed to know exactly how to please me, his tongue and finger working in tandem, my body a quivering mess as I cried out, my body feeling like it was coiling inside of itself.
“Grayson” I whimpered, as he held me firmly on the bed, my hands scrabbling at the bedsheets “Grayson I can’t take it” I pleaded with a cracked voice.
“Just go with it” he murmured huskily, while I flung my head back and panted some more.
I was almost shocked at how eagerly I was responding to him. He looked pleased though. More than pleased. Then it happened. I screamed out his name wildly. My body felt like it exploded, stars appearing behind my eyes as a powerful orgasm tore through me, leaving me gasping for breath. I had never cum like that before. I was in shock. Grayson was ruthless, continuing to taste me, prolonging the orgasm so that it continued until I was a quivering, limp, mess on the bed. Only then, did he slowly let go of my legs and sit up, a look of immense satisfaction on his face.
“I…I never” I gasped, as he came back up and began to kiss and suckle my neck “I’ve never done that before.”
“Cum like a little wildcat” Grayson whispered in my ear, “because you sounded anything but frigid Flair” he breathed, his hand moving to gently cup my breast as I began to lightly trail my fingers down his back, causing him to inhale sharply.
I wanted to touch him. I expected him to protest, but he was very willing to let me touch and explore his body with my hands. I felt his erection against the inside of my leg and involuntarily my eyes dipped to look at his member. I swallowed hard. It was large. Thick. A lot bigger than what I was used to. I could feel myself tensing, but Grayson’s hands continued to touch me, his lips kissing me over and over, my body relaxing despite my fears.
I thought he would take me immediately after the orgasm, but Grayson was not in any hurry. If anything he appeared to like taking his time. He put my arms above my head and kissed me on the lips, his kiss a little more demanding, deepening it as I moaned out loud. My body was pulsating with desire. Desire for him. I had an insatiable craving to feel him inside of me. I rubbed against him eagerly. He chuckled.
“Patience” he breathed “I’m proving a point here” he added with a smirk.
I tried not to growl with impatience. Good god, what was happening to me? This was not how I usually behaved. This was not like me at all. I was practically ready to claw him to death and ravish him. I was a little ashamed, but my desire was overwhelming and made me act irrationally.
My hands caressed his back, feeling the strength of the muscles in his shoulders and arms. He nibbled on my earlobe and I groaned. He lowered his head, his eyes gleaming and then I jerked as I felt his tongue lightly suckle at my nipple, causing pleasure to shoot through me. He was driving me insane. My nails dug lightly into his back. I felt his hand moving down to cup my mound and then I felt a finger slowly insert its way inside.
“So wet” Grayson murmured “Your pussy is just dripping for my cock” he added with a smirk as I stared up at him, close to losing my composure completely and begging him to take me.
He withdrew the finger and licked it, causing me to stare at him, highly aroused.
Where was my self-control? Where was my restraint? It had gone out the window. I began to ground myself against him and he gave another chuckle. He had all the control, his body teasing mine. Every touch, every kiss, sent shivers through me.
“You’re so beautiful” he muttered, stroking my cheek with his thumb, a glint in his eyes “So perfect” he added, before sitting up and rolling me onto my stomach, his hands roaming over my back and my buttocks as I turned my head sideways, his hands caressing and touching, squeezing, his lips kissing along my spine and causing me to shiver and pant.
“Every inch of you is pure perfection” he growled, giving me a gentle love bite on my shoulder “Gorgeous” another bite “beautiful” another bite “stunning.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.