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After cleaning up the dishes, they took another glass of wine into the living room. Gray started a fire as the sun set, and the coziness of the room felt like a warm blanket on a chilly day. He leaned over and kissed her lips. He tasted like wine, the citrusy scent of his shower soap combined with the warmth of his body filled her senses eliciting goose bumps on her arms and moisture between her legs. He pulled her onto his lap and quickly laid back on the sofa, his arms tightly wrapped around her. They lay side by side, their lips sliding together, soft and moist, their bodies pressed together from shoulder to toe. She could feel his cock grow between them, the thickness exciting her and causing her breathing to increase as her body pushed into his, seeking more. Gray pushed against her, and the moans escaped her throat of their own accord.
He took her hand and pulled it down between them covering his erection. She’d nearly forgotten the feeling of a hard man in her hands. She rubbed and squeezed relishing the pants of air escaping his lungs and the moan of desire as he captured her mouth, exploring with his tongue. Feelings flooded through her in waves—longing, happiness, and amazement at the level of sexual desire, all of it.
Sam reached up and slid her fingers through his hair and fisted it. He groaned in her mouth sending riotous vibrations running through her body. She could feel him quiver, and she felt so alive to still be able to excite a man. Gray deepened his kiss, pressing his lips firmly, but oh, so perfectly, against hers.
He stood and pulled her to her feet. Placing his hand on the small of her back he pulled her into his body. His engorged cock pressed into her lower belly, hastening the desire and need in her.
She slid her palms behind his back and tried pulling him into her harder so she could find release. He moved his palm from the small of her back up to her cheek, cupping her face between both of his hands, his voice ragged and jerky.
“Sam, if we keep doing this, I won’t be able to stop; not sure if I can stop now. You need to stop me if you can’t go any further.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want to stop, Gray. I want to be with you.”
Gray exhaled loudly. His mouth came down on hers, this time a little more insistent. Pressing firmly against her lips, he deepened his kiss while wrapping both of his arms around her. Her hands slid around his neck and back into his hair as she met his kiss with her own. She explored his mouth like he had explored hers earlier—tongue for tongue, stroke for stroke. They were both breathless. She felt her feet leave the floor and opened her eyes to see he was carrying her to the bedroom. She wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders and slid her face along his, finding his ear with her tongue swirling it around the shell making him stumble.
He gruffed, “Be careful or we won’t make it to the bedroom, woman, and I’ll have you right here on the floor.”
Sam mumbled, “I don’t care where you have me.”
He growled and quickened his pace. Gray laid her gently on his bed while keeping his left arm under her back. He hoisted himself on the bed, lifted her with his left arm, and slid her farther back, moving with her.
He laid down, half on top of her, and continued to kiss her. Long, slow, moist kisses that removed all thought from her mind. His right hand worked her shirt from her jeans. She did the same with his shirt. He unhooked her waistband and unzipped her jeans and slowly slid his hand into her pants and panties. As soon as he touched her, she sucked in her breath. He slid his fingers through her curls and into the fleshy folds. Then, he found that perfect little spot and slowly circled it with the pad of his finger.
Mind. Blown. His fingers were magic and instinctively knew where to touch her. She moved her hips to add pressure. Yes, she had missed being touched, being needed and worshiped. His breathing was ragged and deep. He laid his forehead on hers.
“God, Sam, you’re so wet for me. You feel absolutely amazing.”
He kissed her again as she unhooked his waistband. Reaching in, she felt his length—large, long, and thick. The satiny skin was such a contrast to his hardness. As soon as she touched him, his breath caught in his throat, and he groaned and pushed into her hand.
“Sam, I need to be in you.”
She pulled her hand from Gray’s pants and pushed them down his lean hips. He did the same with hers. He reached down and pulled off her shoes, followed by her pants, then his own. She had on her prettiest bra and panties, one of her splurges for herself. They felt good which, in turn, made her feel good. He turned to look at her, and she held her breath. Oh, my God, he would see her. Instinctively, she started to roll away so he couldn’t see her. How could she have forgotten what she looked like? He grabbed her arm and stopped her from rolling away.
“No, Sam, don’t turn away from me. Let me look at you.”
“No, Gray, I can’t … I’m not … I have … You won’t ...”
“Sam, I think you’re beautiful. I want to see you, to look at you.”
“You don’t understand, Gray. I’ve had babies, big babies. I’ve had surgeries and, on top of that, Mother Nature isn’t really all that kind to some people. You’ll be disappointed.”
“God, Sam, how can you think that? Do you think I’m perfect? Good Lord, I’ve had surgeries, and I’m not as fit as I once was. Mother Nature isn’t kind to anyone. We all suffer life’s journeys. We’re in this together. I need to see you.”
She swallowed the dryness away and slowly lay back down, keeping her arms across her stomach. A tear slid from her eye, down the side of her face and into her ear. Gray reached up and swiped at the tear and kissed her very softly. He put his hand over her arms and, while he slowly kissed her, he gently pulled her arms to her sides. He was careful not to look at her, but he slid his palms over her toned abdomen. He slowly caressed her tummy and slid his fingers into her panties, placing the pad of his finger over her sensitive flesh. She moaned as he circled her little nub of nerves. Sliding his fingers farther down, he gently pushed one finger inside her body. A loud breath escaped her; she groaned and pushed into his hand.
He left her mouth and slowly kissed his way down her body, stopping first at her left breast. Lifting her bra out of the way, he pulled her breast into his mouth and suckled. Her breasts felt heavy and achy with need. Circling her breast with his warm, wet tongue, her nipple puckered, her breathing hitched, and the heat climbed from her toes to her face. He sucked her breast in again and let it go to focus on the other, giving it the same treatment. Gray reached around her with his free hand and unclasped her bra, then gently pulled it away. Sam reached up to cover her breasts with her hands, but he stopped her.
“No … no. Shh.”
He then moved downward with his mouth, licking and sucking along the way. She felt heavenly—warm, floating in pleasure. She tried not to think about how much experience he had; she needed to keep those thoughts at bay.
Gray continued kissing her as he slid her panties down. He licked over her sensitive flesh causing her to pant shallow breaths. First, he licked with the point of his tongue. When he flattened his tongue and licked with more pressure, his finger moved inside her in rhythm with his tongue. Ecstasy was the only word that came to mind.
Gray moved up her body and stopped to pull off his underwear, and her eyes were riveted on the beauty of this man. His eyes sought hers, and she moved to cover herself. He shook his head and slowly slid his palm up her body, along her heated skin causing gooseflesh to form in its path.
He sighed, “Sam, you’re so beautiful. You take my breath away.”
Covering her body with his, he captured her lips with his and commanded her mouth once again. She felt consumed in the most delicious way. The softness of his hair in her hands, the firmness of his body on hers, the scent of his skin and his tongue – well, hell.
