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His hard cock is pressing into my back, and I’m tempted to reach for it—him. To wrap my hand around it, and…
“Oh, God,” I cry as he adds pressure from his finger onto mine, and I feel my needy nub swell. “Again.”
He does it again. Even without touching my pussy directly, he manages to dominate the experience, and before long, I’m panting and writhing, ready to fall over the edge.
“That’s it, Princess,” he groans. “Our fingers are making you come. This is us, Zo. You and me. Together.”
“Yes,” I pant.
“I can feel your wetness,” he rasps. “I bet your tight little cunt is glistening. Fuck. I can fucking feel it pulsating.”
Whether it’s true or not, I don’t know. But I secretly hope it is. I want him to know how good this feels which is all thanks to him.
“Gray!” I cry out, my pleasure erupting as we barrel down on my sensitive clit, rubbing it faster and harder together. “Oh. Fuck. I… I… more.”
He rubs his whisker-littered cheek along the crook of my neck, and I swear the roughness makes my orgasm even more intense.
I know it must be torture that he can’t touch me directly, kiss me, or even nip at my skin as he’s done so many times in the past. How he manages to control himself, I’ll never know. But I love him even more for it.
“Holy shit,” I breathe when my orgasm subsides.
“Feel better now?” he asks.
Unable to form words, I merely nod while I wait for my breathing to return to normal. Our hands are still beneath the panties, resting on my mound.
As I think about how much I wish I could do something for him, namely help him with the hardness that’s poking into my back, I get an idea. Though he can’t see my face, I grinas I slide our fingers through my folds, coating them in my arousal.
“Princess, what—”
“Shh,” I say. I half turn in his arms so I can look at him. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
He does what I say without questioning it, and the instant he parts his lips, I put my finger on his tongue. I slowly move it all around the organ, making sure he gets every drop of cum coating my finger.
“Fuck,” he groans, tightening his hands that are now resting at his sides. “So good.”
His reaction makes me feel brazen and wanted, so I move two fingers to my core, scooping up as much of my juices as possible before I feed it to him again.
He relishes every drop, groaning like a man that’s wandered the desert for days and finally gets to satiate his thirst with cold water.
I pointedly look down at the hard-to-miss bulge between his legs and lick my lips. “Can I have a taste as well?” I ask, breathily.
Gray gives me a wicked grin that has my pussy fluttering. “You want to taste my pre-cum, Princess?”
“Yes,” I squeak, slightly embarrassed by my need to have his taste in my mouth. “But I don’t want to… you know.”
His smile vanishes. “I would never make you do that,” he gruffly says.
“I know that,” I explain, feeling bad I made him have to clarify that. “I was saying it more to myself.”
When he doesn’t ease up, I know I just ruined the damn mood by running my mouth. And though I want to apologize, I don’t. He doesn’t want to hear it, even if I mean it and think I should.
After moving to his side of the bed, Gray reaches for his phone. “Do you want to go back to sleep or get up?”
“What time is it?” I ask since I thought it was the middle of the night. Then again, it’s been a long night, and giving me my first orgasm in over three months—since the beginning of my time with Gunner—probably took longer than it feltlike at the moment. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to go back to sleep.”
Instead of giving him time to answer, I slink out of bed and have a quick shower. Then I get dressed in one of his tees and a pair of my yoga pants. Ma-Cara isn’t coming today, but she’s made me promise I’ll run laps in the room we use for training, even on the days I’m by myself.
No matter how much I loathe running, I don’t think it’s the worst idea right now. My thoughts are all over the fucking place, and I can’t get the look on Gray’s face out of my head. He looked like I’d fucking slapped him when I implied that I didn’t want to suck him off, and maybe, in some way, I did with my words.
