I whimpered. His teeth barely grazed my skin but it was such delicious pleasure that coursed through me that I almost orgasmed from that alone. He was driving me wild. Insane.
“Please Grayson” I pleaded, biting my lip.
Gone was all self-control. I had forgotten about my reservations and the worry I had expressed to him. All I could concentrate on was the pure unadulterated pleasure I was feeling at my husband’s hands. My cries were growing louder and more shrill.
He gently got off me and helped me roll back onto my back. His eyes were soft and gentle as he viewed me. I was a mess. A hot mess. He knelt over me and I begged him with my eyes as he paused. I couldn’t take anymore. It was torture. He was teasing me. He was deliberately making me wait and I was through waiting. My hips ground against him, almost frantic in a way. I bit my lip and saw his eyes darken slightly. I could feel his erection, hard, against me. His hands spread my legs gently, his eyes on me intently the whole time as I stared up at him disorientated and dazed. I felt him position himself and began to brace myself. He narrowed his eyes and hesitated. I raised my hips slightly, encouraging him to continue.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, looking down “Tell me you want this.”
I didn’t hesitate “Grayson, I want you, please, I’m begging, take me, take me now, I can’t wait any longer” I pleaded.
Grayson POV
She was divine. She tasted so sweet. Her body was so smooth, so creamy. She quivered with every touch, her cries growing louder and more insistent as I explored her luscious body, enjoying the feel of her, getting to know the curve of her neck, the softness of her breasts, and the roundness of her curves. I could have spent forever just exploring and touching her. Her enjoyment only turned me on even more. How could she have believed that she was frigid? She was like a little kitten as she mewled and whimpered. I had grown so hard that it was uncomfortable and still, I was hesitant to take her. I wanted her to enjoy this. I wanted her to be desperate to have me. I wanted her to come away from the bedroom wanting it again and again. But she was making it hard to maintain my self-control. Johnathon was a real asshole, I thought to myself if he’d never managed to make Flair act like this. The bastard must have only ever cared about his own pleasure.
“I want you” Flair pleaded, her eyes big and large, biting her lower lip.
Damn, she looked hot. I was already positioned. I had wanted her to beg, loving the way my name dripped from her lips. She was grinding against me, frantically, and it was a huge turn-on. I gritted my teeth and then, grabbed her leg, raising it slightly and pushing inside her wet, soaking pussy, almost groaning out loud as her walls enveloped me tightly. Christ, she was tight. Sweat beaded on my forehead. She flung her head back and moaned as I pushed in slow, wanting to give her time to adjust to the size and girth of my cock.
“More” she whimpered, and I almost came undone right then and there.
I pushed inside all the way and paused, watching as her eyes widened and she panted. Had I hurt her?
“Are you okay?” I murmured.
She gripped me, her nails digging slightly into my back. Pleasure shot through me.
“Move” she begged, her voice slightly hoarse “Please Grayson” her voice broke slightly.
Her wish was my command. I slowly slid out of her, my eyes fixated on her the whole time, and then pushed in slowly again, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her whimpering growing louder. God, she felt like heaven. It was like coming home. She fit me perfectly like we were made for each other. I had never felt like this with any other woman. It astounded me. The desire to make this good for her warred with the overwhelming need to ravish her completely. I began to slowly move in and out of her as she rocked her hips against me, her hands moving to clutch and grasp at my shoulders.
“Grayson” she moaned.
God, keep saying my name I thought in my mind. I started to thrust a little harder and was rewarded as she gasped out loud, her nails digging in. I felt her body beginning to tense and adjusted my angle slightly. She panted, her body stiffening and then she came with a shriek, her walls clenching around my cock as her orgasm ripped through her. It was so fucking hot. I groaned, continuing to thrust inside of her as she mewled and moaned, her body moving in tandem with mine. I could feel her legs tightening around my waist. I began to move a little harder and she parted her lips, suddenly diving forward and kissing me on the lips. I pressed back, deepening the kiss and demanding access to her open mouth, diving my tongue inside and exploring the inside of her mouth as thoroughly as I’d explored the inside of her pussy with my tongue.
Heaven. Or sweet hell. This was no frigid woman in my bedroom. This was a little wildcat. I grunted, going even faster, encouraged by her loud shrieks and cries, a dazed look on her face. She came again, looking shocked. I was willing to bet this was the most the woman had ever cum. I grinned, pulling back and kissing the nape of her neck, sucking lightly as she clutched at my hair, her body writhing beneath me, moving sensually.
She began to instinctively clench her muscles, causing her walls to tighten around my cock. I groaned. She gave me an innocent look as I scowled at her. I began to pound inside of her, causing her to wail and clutch at me. I was determined, my face contorted into an expression of pain as she began to stiffen again. Her orgasm washed over her and I stiffened, thrusting into her hard, before I spilled my seed inside her throbbing pussy, before slowly and gently sliding out of her as she flopped onto the bed, like a limp doll, a look of utter shock on her face. I smirked, getting up and heading to the bathroom, to grab a washcloth, quickly wetting it and coming back.
Before she could move, I gently spread her legs and wiped up the mess. Her eyes looked at me with surprise. I threw the washcloth aside and sat on the bed, my fingers trailing down her leg as she fought to catch her breath.
I raised a brow as she slowly sat upright, reaching out quickly to grab the sheet and cover herself, looking shy. I gave a chuckle “I’ve already seen everything Mrs Oakes” I pointed out wryly.
She blushed. It looked adorable. I couldn’t resist. I reached over and stroked the nape of her neck gently, tenderly. Her eyes shone.
“Do you still think you’re frigid?” I asked her pointedly.
She bit her lip. “I um, I don’t know” she stammered “I mean I’ve never..” she ducked her head.
I shook my head and gave a laugh “trust me you’re anything but frigid” I said decisively “your ex-husband was just bad in bed” I advised her nonchalantly, standing up, aware of her eyes watching my every move, stretching intentionally, and smirking.
I saw her eyes dart to my manhood and struggled to control my grin. One session of lovemaking and it appeared that my wife was insatiable. Frigid, huh? I almost snorted at the thought. Fancy calling a woman that because you failed to please her in bed. It was laughable. What a jackass, I mused, a little indignant on Flair’s behalf.
I heard a low rumble in the room and then Flair blushed profusely. I turned around and surveyed her carefully. She turned beet-red.
“You haven’t eaten have you?” I asked calmly.
“What?” she asked dumbly.
I exhaled slowly and then smiled at her. “You baked, but did you eat anything substantial today?” Besides the breakfast I thought to myself, willing to bet she hadn’t.
She looked at me nervously “I um, skipped lunch” she admitted “I was so excited to be baking that I forgot” she added sheepishly.
The brownies she’d made had been delicious I thought with a smirk. But I was a little annoyed she had neglected to make certain she’d taken care of herself. I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m going to have another shower,” I said very slowly and intentionally “and then it’s your turn. We’re going to get dressed” I said decisively.
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.