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When he spoke, his voice was raspy, deep and so damned sexy, “I’m about to make you mine, Sam. Do you understand me? You will be mine, only mine.”
She opened her eyes to stare deeply into the dark brown orbs staring back and saw raw emotion looking back. Yes, she wanted to be his.
“Does that mean you’ll be mine, only mine?”
“Yes, baby, that’s exactly what it means.”
She nodded and smiled, never taking her eyes from his. She felt the broad head of his penis pushing against her entrance, and she slightly lifted her hips to ease the way. Slowly, Gray slid into her—painfully slow, inch by inch, watching her the whole time. It was intense, surreal, and it felt oh-so-good. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes faded to perfection as he sank deeper into her. Her lips tingled from his kisses. Her muscles, taut from need, only enhanced the feel of him pulling out only to push back in farther than before. The sweet friction of their union ignited feelings she thought were long dead and the reawakening almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Ahh, Sam, I’ve thought about you so much and how good you would feel, but, my God, I didn’t realize how good you would actually feel.”
She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Sam. Watch me while I make love to you. I want you to be with me.”
He moved slowly in and out, creating a beautiful rhythm and she matched him stroke for stroke. She held his gaze as the self-conscious feelings fell away and her building orgasm began taking over. One by one, he moved her hands above her head and locked their fingers together. Sam’s eyes started to close as she felt the tension build.
“Open your eyes and look at me. Keep your eyes on me the whole time, baby,” he huffed out.
Opening her eyes to watch his face as he moved in and out was surreal. She wrapped her legs around his upper thighs and felt him push farther into her. He groaned and his breathing became more ragged, but he never took his eyes from hers.
He swirled his hips, putting pressure on her in just the right way. She mewled as a breath escaped her mouth. He continued moving, varying the sensations. It was maddening, bringing her close and then slowing.
He huffed out, “How close are you, Sam? I need you to be close.”
“I’m close, so close, Gray ...” she managed to say.
She sucked in a deep breath as the waves of her orgasm rolled over her—bucking and shaking and watching his eyes turn a deeper shade of brown as his nostrils flared, thrusting his hips into her until his orgasm hit. He jerked two more times before falling onto his elbows, the magic of their connection floating around them like the warmth of a fresh fire.
She had never made love while watching her partner before. It was incredibly sexy. She saw all the emotions on his face, and he on hers; she watched him as her body gave him such pleasure.
He laid on her for a few moments, both of them catching their breath. His weight on her was comforting. She wrapped her arms around his middle and stroked his back, enjoying the feel of his damp skin on her fingers. Slowly relaxing her legs, they fell below his ass, her ankles still crossed. The feel of the coarse hair on his thighs against her freshly shaved skin was such a contrast but felt perfect. Likewise, the hair on his chest against hers complimented their differences.
Slowly, their breathing evened, and Gray lifted himself up—but first he stopped and looked into her eyes. He rubbed his nose on hers a few times, kissed the tip, and took a deep breath.
“Now, you’re mine, Sam … only mine.” He softly pecked her lips. “That was more incredible than I ever dreamed it could be. I needed to watch you while I made love to you.”
She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and watched his face soften in the afterglow. His hair had fallen forward over his forehead and stuck in places. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he moved out of her and to the side. He reached up to the nightstand and pulled a couple of tissues from a box and moved to clean her up. He wiped himself off with the other tissue and threw the tissues in the wastebasket beside the bed. He pulled her into his side and wrapped his arms around her. Sam rested her head on his shoulder as they laid there quietly basking in the afterglow. She drifted off to sleep, his strong arms holding her, his fresh citrusy scent teasing her nose.
8
Gray slowly woke as the last rays of the sun set outside the windows of his home. A smile creased his face as the weight of the woman he was quickly falling for lay against his body, her soft, even breathing tickling the coarse hairs on his chest. He closed his eyes to fully savor this moment. He’d never gazed into a woman’s eyes as he had sex with her; maybe this was the difference. He’d been compelled to watch the emotions play on Sam’s face as he made love to her. Though only knowing each other for less than a week, he was somehow certain that is what had just happened.
She took a deep breath and moved her leg along his as he turned to look into her lovely green eyes. “How are you?”
She smiled sleepily and responded, “I’ve never been better.”
He chuckled and leaned up to kiss her.
“Me either. I’m completely and utterly content. I’ve never felt content in my life. Do you need anything, maybe dessert?”
“Sure, let me get dressed, and I’ll go and pull out the cheesecake and toppings.”
“No, don’t get dressed.”
Gray kissed the top of her head, then pulled his arm from under her head. He rolled and stood on the floor, glancing over her body briefly so as not to make her shy again. Stunning was the word that came to mind. They were both in their fifties but had managed to maintain some semblance of fit physique despite life having its way. Her smooth skin, while loser in parts than probably had been in her youth, maintained a clear smoothness he found sexy.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulled a T-shirt out and turned to Sam. “Just wear this.”
