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She looks down at me and says, “I know when you’re turned on.” She grinds on my hand, seeking the pleasure I have denied her, but it’s my turn to listen.
“When you want me,” her head falls back, a deep moan reverberating through her as I find the spot along her walls that’s a little different from the rest. “And lately you have that turned-on look, the wanting me look, but no…” She’s about to come, so I pull back slightly.
“No, what, sweet girl?” I kiss her inner thigh.
She groans in frustration. “Action Greyson. You’ve been lacking action. Usually, when you get turned on, you turn me on and then devour me like you are now. Like when I was making dinner and you got turned on, you did nothing.” Her lip quivers. “If you were thinking of me, you would have acted on it. You did nothing.” A small tear escapes her gleaming eyes. My beautiful, sweet girl caught that. She does know me well.
“I was turned on at dinner. Do you want to know why?” I ask, moving my hand inside her again; this time she’s working herself too.
“I was thinking about you.” Her walls tighten in anticipation. “About coming up behind you and unzipping your shirt.” Another flutter; she’s getting closer. I lean over her and kiss her breast then suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it, before moving to the other. I kissed the center of her chest and kissed my way down her body, “Kissing my way down your spine, then taking it off, and spinning around to face me.” She’s moaning softly, but only because she wants to hear what I’m saying. She’s getting wetter and tighter around my finger with each word.
“Then taking your nipple in my mouth like this.” I suck her clit into my mouth and pump my fingers faster and harder, hitting that spot again, making her come.
Looking up at her as she moans my name is a sight to behold. She is absolutely stunning.
Anna
Having Grey whisper all those sweet things while doing absolutely filthy things to me had me so turned on. And knowing that I was who he was thinking about earlier makes me feel even better. He pulls his fingers out of me while still staring into my eyes. He lifts them to his mouth and sucks my juices off then groans. “So sweet,” he says. My pussy clenched at his words.
I just came; I shouldn’t feel the need to again. But this is the old Grey between my thighs, “We should go downstairs; Tommy and Sara are waiting,” he smirks at me. That is obviously the last thing on his mind right now.
“I still have more to say first,” he says glancing down at his erection, that’s straining against his sweats.
“Lay back and listen to me.” I don’t know why, but I just do it. I should tell him to wait until later until our friends can’t hear us. But I don’t; I need him. He pulls his sweats down until his hard cock springs free, and I just stare at it. He wraps his hand around it, gripping it and working himself.
“Do you know how many times I have come to the thought of you like this?” I nod
“Probably as many times as I have.” His eyes snap to mine, the heat in them intensifies, so he didn’t know, I would get myself off in hopes he’d hear me and come take over. I guess I’ll have to be louder next time.
Grey crawls up my body and captures my lips in a breathtaking kiss that turns heated—a clash of tongues, teeth, and lips. He pulls back, and I suck in a deep breath of air.
He reaches between us and rubs the head of his cock over my sensitive clit as he positions himself at my entrance. “Look at me, sweet girl.” I look into his eyes, and he speaks the next word deep into my soul.
“I see no other woman, I want no other woman, and I crave no other woman but you, sweet girl.” As he speaks that last part, he proves it by burying himself deep inside me with one hard thrust. Causing me to gasp and reach for him, slide my fingers under his shirt, and rake my nails down his back, causing him to groan. He reaches behind his head, grips his shirt, and takes it off, in one fluid movement.
He doesn’t move; he just stays there, peppering kisses on my neck and collarbone. “Grey, I need you to move,” I say, to further my point, I move my hips against him. He starts slow, looking at me.
“I could never want anyone else; you are perfect for me. I can’t lose you; tell me it’s not over.” His thrusts grow faster, harder, and less controlled. He’s close; his words fill up my chest. There is still hope for us. With that last thought, he reaches between us and pinches my clit, making me cry out.I feel him pulsing inside of me. He groans and calls out my name, as I call out his.
He collapses on top of me, and I take his weight happily. Kissing his hair, I reach my hand down under his chin and tip his face to mine to kiss him. I rest my forehead on his.
“It’s not over, Grey. As long as you’re willing to fight, then so am I.” There’s a new sense of calm that settles over us.
“Okay, good,” he said as he eased out of me. “Because apparently Tommy and Sara think they can help.” Tears spring to my eyes.
“Hey, hey, sweet girl, what is it? Please don’t cry.” He pulls me into a seated position so he can wrap me in a hug.
“It’s just that, well, that was perfect. And when you pulled out, I felt, well, empty. Like that moment ended too soon, you know?” I sniffle into his chest.
He strokes my hair and says, “Well, I can put it back in if you want, but I don’t think they will wait for us if we don’t head down soon.” I laugh. It was the first real laugh I’ve had in a long time. Things will be okay, but I don’t know how to make them okay. I just know it will be.
Once we are dressed and head downstairs to meet our friends. When we come into the living room I see our friends sitting on our red couch, Sara surges to her feet. “Oh my goodness, Anna! Are you okay?” She rushes to me to hug me. I give a little laugh, looking over to Grey, who has found his way to his favorite chair. I smile bigger.
“No, but we will be.” He looks at me and smiles back. Sara turns to Grey, I know what’s coming. And after he teased me upstairs, I didn’t stop her.
“What in the hell is wrong with you, Greyson Edwards? Accusing your wife of cheating! Do you not know anything about her and how much she adores you?” His eyes are so big right now that I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at his expression.
“Honey, let him explain.” She turns to Tommy, and he looks like a deer in headlights.
