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Her hips raised of their own accord urging him deeper into her.
His tongue was magic. There were times she was ready to come at his slightest touch. He knew the perfect amount of pressure to apply and exactly where to lick her. His hands touched her in the way she needed to be touched. And his fingers—goodness, his fingers were their own form of wizardry—long and graceful, nimble and sure at finding all her sexually sensitive places.
“Gray, please, I need more, just a little more.”
He pushed his fingers in farther and used his tongue to apply more pressure on her clit. A soft cry escaped her lips as her body heated and her breathing became labored.
“Yesss. Gray, I need to come,” she whimpered.
Gray smiled against her clit and increased his pressure and pace. She moved her hips. He slid his tongue from her entrance up to her clit, the sensation so pleasurable gooseflesh formed on her skin and her orgasm rolled over her causing her to stiffen and let go with a throaty moan.
He kissed his way up her body, swirling his tongue around her navel and up to her breasts laving attention on her nipples, her neck, her jaw and finally her lips. His kiss deepened, running his tongue inside her mouth, around her teeth, over her tongue. When he was finished fully assaulting her mouth, he licked her lips. He lifted his head, and she felt his hands move behind her head and remove the blindfold. As she felt the soft cloth slip away, he gently kissed each of her eyelids.
“Okay, Sam, you can move your hands now.”
Finally! Slowly her palms moved to Gray’s face, and her fingers roamed his cheeks. She looked deep into the beautiful, deep brown eyes that held her prisoner. She wanted to see his thoughts and his feelings to know what he needed from her. She kept her hands on the side of his head and leaned up to kiss him. Unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled it from his pants, then unbuttoned the last two buttons.
She slowly unhooked his slacks and inched the zipper down, reached in and caressed his erection. He moaned and leaned forward to lay his forehead on hers, his breathing raspy as she manipulated his cock. The satiny skin stretched tautly felt fabulous in her hands. The intensity in his breathing and the sexy sounds he made as she moved to pleasure him made her feel powerful. His hips pushed forward into her hand. She swiped her thumb over the head, smearing the precum over it, sliding easily over his heated skin.
“Sam … God, it feels good when you touch me.”
He swiftly twisted to remove his pants and let them fall to the floor. His opened shirt showed a large expanse of his broad chest, dusted in dark and silver hairs, his nipples taut disks. “Boxers, too,” she managed to whisper.
He quickly divested himself of the constricting shorts and lay between her legs, thrusting his hips forward and back, grinding his hardened cock on her sensitive tissues, still tingling from her orgasm just moments ago. She was ready for another round—enjoying his excitement, smelling his heated flesh, and hearing his gasps and pants as she lovingly explored his body.
Gray smiled at her, the intensity in his eyes intoxicating.
She managed to get him to roll over, giving her the advantage of touching, gazing, and controlling the pace. Powerful indeed. She kissed his chest and his stomach and all the way down to his beautiful cock, closing her mouth around him. She moaned sending the vibrations through his body. He gasped, and his hands sought her head and threaded his fingers into her hair.
With her hand at the base of his penis, she pumped and simultaneously sucked him wrapping her tongue around his cock and adding pressure. He gasped as the air rushed from his lungs, his hips thrust upward into her mouth.
“Sam,” he ground out. “I’m going to come.” It was almost a growl.
He groaned once more as she felt the first warm spurt hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and continued to work him up and down, eventually slowing the pace. She continued to swallow as he continued to release. Her eyes watered and she needed air, but she wanted him to fully enjoy this, so she swallowed and softened her sucking, then finished with softly licking him as she felt him relax.
Sam lightly kissed her way up to Gray’s lips, before lying down next to him, grabbing the blanket with her. They lay there for a while alternately napping and watching the fire, neither of them saying a thing.
A long while later, Gray cleared his throat. “I wanted tonight to be about you; I didn’t mean for you to take care of me.”
She sighed. “Gray, we both had a stressful day, and if we’re going to stay a couple, it can never be all about one of us, it has to be about both of us.”
His arms tightened around her, and he kissed the top of her head. “Sometimes, it needs to be a little uneven. That’s the way it works, Sam. I wanted to show you how much I want you, how much I love you, without you needing to give me anything in return. But, you need to know that I’m not complaining, I just wanted you to feel special, wanted, and much loved.”
Sam nodded. “I did feel special and wanted and loved. Thank you for everything. Dinner was amazing. You must have left work early to get home and make that fantastic meal.”
Gray shrugged a little. “I did leave a bit early. I couldn’t concentrate knowing you were feeling bad.”
16
They only had a couple of days left before Jax and the guys began bringing the pieces from the old sewing mill to the fourth floor. They’d made a lot of headway: they’d moved out the junk that was on the floor and cleaned the windows, sills, and floors. The space had been painted a light tan, and where there was exposed brick on the outside walls, she’d sealed it with an egg shell sealer to give it a slight sheen. It made the brick come alive. The wooden floors, although not the nicest wood, were probably going to get scratched and gouged anyway, so they cleaned, sanded, and put a few coats of varnish on the floors to seal them for ease in sweeping and cleaning.
Once they had an open space, they sectioned it off for separate areas. First was Gray’s office. He needed enough room for a drafting table and a larger table to roll plat maps and blueprints out and a desk area for his computer and printers.
Sam wanted a receiving area where new items would come in and a sanding/construction area where the actual work would take place. In addition, a finishing area would be needed, but it must be dust free so as not to disturb freshly painted or varnished pieces. Gray thought the area right next to his office—back in the far corner and completely across the room from the sanding area—would work nicely. They bought glass walls and doors for that space as well as for Gray’s office.
Today, the glass doors and walls were being installed, and Sam couldn’t wait to see them. She intended to go over on her lunch hour and see how things had progressed. Her morning dragged because she was so excited to see it. She must have looked at the clock every fifteen minutes. She kept emailing Gray to see how things were going. He was patient with her and told her how things looked; he even took pictures and sent them to her every so often, but she wanted to be there. At eleven-thirty she couldn’t take it anymore and left for an early, long lunch.
Arriving on the fourth floor, the first thing she noticed was the flurry of activity. There were contractors and some of the office staff looking around to see what was going on, and of course, Gray was overseeing everything. When she walked into the room, he was talking with a contractor about something, but when he looked up and saw her, he instantly walked toward her. She met him in the middle where he bent and embraced her, then spun her around. She giggled and held him tight.
