Page 147 of Lessons In Grey
He slurped and sucked until the taste of me coated his mouth before he pulled my hand out and shifted forward. “Fuck baby, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, “doing exactly what I say.”
He teased my entrance with the tip of his cock, pulling a groan from within me as it hit that far too sensitive spot. “You look so pretty, baby,” he moaned, pressing it in a little only to pull it out, causing me to writhe. “A pretty little thing just for me.”
I panted as my eyes found his. “Please,” I whimpered, watching him sit above me, staring at me as if I were the most prized possession in all the world.
“Say my name, beg me for it.”
I slid my hands over his lower stomach, watching his muscles contract under my touch. “Please, Grey. Fuck me, please.”
He shivered, a small smile touching one corner of his lips. “How can I say no to something so beautiful?”
It was slow, achingly slow as he pushed his cock inside of me, stretching me out, pulling out a struggled moan.
“Fuck, Emily, you look so pretty with my cock inside you.”
I groaned, biting down painfully on my lip as I shoved my hips forward only to gasp.
Grey fell over me, grabbing the back of his couch while his other hand found my mouth. “Quiet, Snowflake, unless you want the audience.”
I nodded, my body getting used to him slowly.
He lifted his hand and smiled, taking me in. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky?”
I reached up, sliding my hand over the side of his neck, my body electrified in sensations. “Show me how lucky you feel,” I whispered and pulled myself up to find his lips.
Grey moaned quietly into me as he pulled out only to slide back in. He started out slow, gentle, but it took less than five seconds for it to become feverish and needy.
He ripped his lips from mine and found my neck, biting into my skin so savagely, I had to slam a hand over my own mouth to muffle the cries of pleasure as he fucked me deep and hard until we both found our end.
A half an hour later, we were both wearing some semblance of clothes as we sat on the couch in each other’s arms, staring at the tree.
He traced figures into my arm as I felt his heartbeat through the palm of my hand. I wanted it to be like this forever. I wanted there to be nothing bad ever again, just this. Just us on the couch, staring at a dark Christmas at almost 3am after having passionate sex.
It was a dream.
My eyes shifted to those boxes, staring at that shoebox on top of the stack. Minds are strange. I had forgotten about the car accident, but not about anything else. My mind just filled in the blanks, and now I couldn’t even remember how. What excuse had I made up for myself that landed me here? What had I told myself to make it make sense that Jordan had been living in myhouse for the last year?
It made me want to study the brain more than anything else in the world.
After another second, I pushed myself up, feeling Grey’s eyes on me as I made my way to that stack, picked up the shoebox and found my way back to the couch.
Grey straightened as I sat down beside him, leaning back into the cushions.
I slid my hand over the old cardboard. “Everything she ever made me over the years is in this box,” I told him quietly, my heart skipping a beat as I found the edge of it and slowly pushed it open. “Everything from the age of 5 up to…” I picked up the last thing she had made me. A gift for Christmas two years ago. 2019. A year before the accident. “22.”
It was a frame, made of sticks and small pine branches. In that frame was a picture of us. Certainly not the last picture, but one of a happy time.
He had yet to see a picture of her, so I held it out to him, showing him both of our laughing faces.
We were identical in every way. The same eyes, the same noses, the same hair. Part of me feared that he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. It wouldn’t be his fault, honestly, but what if he picked her too? What if he saw her and picked her too?
Grey took it gently, running his fingers over our faces as if he could feel them, feel the laughter of them. After a moment, he tapped on the girl on the right and I felt my chest tighten and my eyes fill. “You look happy.”
I nodded, trying to blink the tears away. But of course he would get it right. Of course he could tell it was me. I didn’t know how, nobody else could, not even Ash until one of us spoke, but he could. Somehow. “We were at Christmas Town,” I explained, leaning my head on his shoulder. “She made me dance in the middle of the town square while the music played.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Everyone was staring, but she didn’t care. Not inthe slightest.”
Grey studied the picture a moment longer before holding out the frame. “Show me everything.”
I laughed, sniffing back the tears. “Are you sure? Some of this stuff is terrible. We weren’t great at making things.”