Grayson's Vow (89)
She turned over, and I moved my hands down her body, stroking, shaping, molding as she arched up, offering herself to me. I wanted to know her, every part. I leaned down and kissed the inside of one thigh as her hands again raked through my hair. “Please,” she gasped as I brought my tongue to her swollen clit and licked around it for several delicious minutes, my body growing even hotter and harder at the gasping sounds of her pleasure. I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to orgasm without even being inside her, and I desperately wanted to cover her body with my own, to sink inside, to pump and thrust into her hot, slippery softness. But I also didn’t want it to end. It felt like I’d been waiting all my life for this and now that it was here, I didn’t know whether to rush toward it or make it last. “Grayson,” she mewled as she pulled at me, making the decision.
I smiled as I settled my weight on top, our eyes meeting as I rolled my pelvis over hers, my cock aching with need.
Kira gripped my shoulders, a look of pure desperation on her face. “Please,” she said again, her voice raw.
“Yes” was all I could manage, my mouth returning to hers, our kiss wild as her hands stroked my arms, my back, my chest, seeming to be everywhere. Yes, yes, yes. Somewhere in the recesses of my muddled brain, I thought, What is this? If this is lovemaking, then I’ve never done it before. If this is lust, then I’ve only experienced the halfway version of it. This, this was like dancing with lightning—making love with a woman I loved. I pulled back only momentarily to look into her eyes as her hands gripped my shoulders and I entered her slowly. She blinked up at me, her expression the most wonderful mix of desire and impatience.
“Kira,” I murmured again, pressing myself inside her. Her body was warm and wet and soft, but so tight I could barely fit myself inside. I gasped out a groan, shaking for control, as I pressed just a little bit farther inside. She lifted toward me as if I were going too slowly for her, and despite my desperate need, a smile tugged at my lips.
My God, she’s enchanting.
My God, she’s mine.
I entered her a fraction more and Kira let out a small whimper, wrapping her legs around my hips. I pressed deeper, finally sinking all the way inside her on one final thrust. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she let out a small sigh. Her gaze met mine again as I started moving, and the intimacy of staring into her eyes while I was joined with her became almost too much to bear. I felt overwhelmed with love, with lust, with emotions I couldn’t even identify, all glittering around me, infusing my skin like magic. Her breath was coming faster and faster, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust, and I struggled to hold back the pleasure that swirled through my abdomen, drawing my balls up tight, prickling my skin.
I vaguely heard myself whisper words to her that were not words but merely emotions put into sound—they were disjointed, raw, and they came from the very deepest part of my heart.
Her hands skated down my back, exploring until they came to my ass, and she gripped it as I moved inside her.
“Faster,” she moaned, and I felt the hairs prickle on my nape at the excitement of that single command. I picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder, my breath coming out in sharp exhales. I had no idea where I ended and she began. When she let out a small gasp and I felt her muscles begin to contract, I leaned back slightly to bear witness to her surrender. I watched with wonder as she came undone, this woman who had once resisted me and still challenged me at every turn, this woman who fascinated me and pushed me to my limits and always kept me guessing. My wife.
“Kira,” I groaned one final time as I burst apart in a shattering climax, stars shimmering before my eyes as the pleasure peaked. I sagged limply into her, my head resting in the crook of her neck as our breathing slowly, slowly returned to normal. Her hands still ran up and down my back, and I needed her touch, shaken from what we’d just done and the unfamiliar weight of loving a body and a soul.
After a few minutes, I rolled off her and gathered her in my arms, staring blindly up at the ceiling fan above, reeling from having experienced something that made a sad mockery of every sexual encounter I’d ever had before. Because you never loved them. You love her.
I felt strangely vulnerable, as if she held all the power. I wasn’t sure what to do with these new feelings. Sex had always made me feel like the one in control. And now…
“How do you feel?” she whispered.
“Like your husband,” I said instantly, a smile pulling at my lips. “How do you feel?”
She tilted her head up to look at me, the expression on her face happy and satisfied. “Like your wife,” she whispered.
I smiled again and pulled her closer.
Kira circled one fingertip around my nipple and I shivered, drawing her closer. She tipped her head back and looked up at me. “Is it always like that?” she asked, a teasing note in her voice.
“No,” I answered immediately. I gazed down at her, letting her see the sincerity in my eyes. “I’ve never experienced anything as wonderful as that. I’ve never experienced anything as wonderful as you.”
Happiness flashed in her expression, and she smiled gently. “Will it always be like that with us?”
I studied her vulnerable expression. Yes, I thought, it will always be like that for us, because Kira was part of it—her joy, her passion, her beautiful spirit. But I thought I knew what she was really asking. She had once been shamed for something that came naturally to her. An uncomfortable feeling of jealousy threatened, and I was unwilling to bring her ex into the room, so I moved my mind away from him and back to her. I smiled and kissed her forehead. “We’ll have to find out, won’t we?” I turned suddenly and hovered over her, kissing her once, hard, on her mouth as I brought her arms up and pinned her hands above her head. She laughed and then writhed beneath me, the moment turning light and flirtatious.