Grayson's Vow (88)
“You are so beautiful,” I said reverently.
Her eyes met mine, large and full of wonder, as green as grassy, rolling hills in some misty, mythical land that I’d stumbled upon in a dream. My beautiful little witch—there was magic inside her. Sweet secrets and hidden wells of strength. She could transform what had once been dark into light. I’d never again look at that maze and not think about her walking toward me in the moonlight with a look of love on her face as she reached out her hand.
She brought my jacket down my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and then did the same with my now-unbuttoned shirt, her palms trailing down my bare biceps. “You are so beautiful,” she said. Her eyes met mine and she loosened the towel wrapped around her and let it drop to the floor. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her naked beauty, so lush and sweetly curved. I took her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her, a moan coming up my throat. I felt weak with wanting, my cock surging fully to life within the tight confines of my pants. I kicked off my shoes as I sucked at her bottom lip, and brought my hands down to undo my belt and then tossed it aside.
We continued kissing as I unbuttoned my pants and let them, along with my boxers, fall to the floor, kicking them both off and bending momentarily to remove my socks. When I, too, stood naked before her, her eyes roamed down my body, stopping on my swollen erection. Her eyes shot to mine, the flush on her cheeks deepening. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, God yes,” I choked. “I’m yours. Please touch me.” I had waited decades to feel her hands on me. Centuries. Eons. Forever.
She reached down and took my testicles delicately in her palm, testing their weight. A gust of breath emerged as I forced myself to remain still while she explored my body, both exciting and torturing me. I moaned when she gripped my length and slid her hand from base to tip, where she used her thumb to swirl around the head. God, it felt good. “Kira,” I murmured, placing my hand over hers and drawing it away. I wanted this to last.
Her lips parted as she gazed at our linked hands, and I watched her throat move as she swallowed. I brought my thumb to it, wanting to feel every reaction her body had to me. I moved my thumb up and down her neck, slowly for only a moment before I cupped the back of her head and leaned in again to taste her mouth. I shuddered at the feel of her silky smooth skin against my own, relished the feel of her softness melding against my hardness. Giving. Yielding.
I leaned back to look into her face, desperately needing to see what was in her expression—did this mean as much to her as it did to me? Was this new for her too? Different? I didn’t know the words to ask, how to pose the questions, and so I looked for answers in her eyes. I became caught in the spell of her gaze before her lashes lowered, and she took my hand to led me to the bed.
When she lay back, I moved over her, keeping my weight on one knee as my other parted her thighs. “Here we are,” I murmured, repeating the words she’d said to me at the maze. Finally. Finally. As the word echoed in my head, it felt bigger than just the wait I’d endured to make Kira mine. It felt as if it summed up something I’d waited to feel for so very long. All my life.
Finally you’re here. With her.
“Yes,” she said. “Here we are.”
I couldn’t stay still another moment. I rolled my hips against hers and we both moaned, her head tipping back into the mattress. Her hands came up to my head and she raked her fingernails over my scalp, causing me to moan in pleasure.
My gaze ran over her beautiful body, and for a moment I almost didn’t know where to begin. I knew what brought women pleasure, what brought me pleasure, and what resulted in a mutually fulfilling experience. But with Kira, it all went out the window. I tried to remember what I should do first and where I should move on from there, but it all fled my mind, so all I had to draw upon was instinct. I could only focus on the heaviness of my own arousal and the heat of her soft flesh beneath me. I felt unsure and unskilled, as if Kira were the first woman I’d ever touched.
I’ve done this before, I reassured myself, but the words felt false. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. I could barely remember my name.
She lifted her head and brought her mouth to mine, and suddenly I felt anchored again. God she tasted good. Everything about her was fresh and sweet and soft, and I felt like I might never get enough. I angled my head so my tongue could fully penetrate her mouth and she made a deep sound of approval, her tongue meeting my own to twist and tangle as her pelvis thrust upward onto my throbbing cock, and her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I grunted at the delicious impact and broke from her mouth, trailing my lips down her throat and licking at her hardened nipples, first one and then the other. I rubbed and bit softly and then soothed with my tongue until she went wild beneath me, gasping and pressing her body into mine. God I love that.
“Kira,” I moaned. I wanted to worship her. Every secret spot, every sensitive valley, each tender curve. I nudged her gently until she flipped over, mewling softly as I kissed down her spine, inhaling the feminine scent of her skin, breathing her in. I licked the tiny dimples above her buttocks and then feathered my lips over her ass cheeks and down to the backs of her knees and up again. I’d lost all control, surrendered completely to the dictates of my body. The sounds she made had me wild with want, desperate with love for the sweet, sexy woman beneath me.
“Kira,” I whispered again. It seemed my entire vocabulary had been reduced to that one word.