Page 85 of Lessons In Grey

I caught my lip between my teeth and nodded, slowly laying back on the cool table, shivers coating my skin, loving the way his eyes grew with lust when I did what he wanted.

“Hips up,” he ordered.

I put my heels on the edge of the table and kicked my hips up.

He slid his fingers under the edge of my leggings and thong with ease, sliding them down my legs and finally off my feet, discarding them behind him.

There I was, exposed to him, revealing my dripping pussy to his hungry eyes.

He ran his tongue over his lips as if he were a starving man and my arousal was his favorite meal.

He took each leg, hooking it over his shoulder, pulling me up until my entire bottom half was hovering, leaving only my upper back on the table.

“You will cum for me, Emily, is that clear?”

I truly was filled with collapsing stars and building galaxies. The only thing I felt under my skin was this buzzing, electrifying current of need and desire. “Yes,” I said on a breathless moan.

He wrapped his hands around my hips and dove in, flattening his tongue against my slit, running it straight up until he hit my clit.

I groaned, arching against him, grabbing onto the table as a moan ripped from my chest. “Fuck.”

He flicked his tongue, sucking, kissing, licking as stars danced behind my eyes.

I was getting tongue fucked by a man who killed people for a living. By a man who had managed to keep a gun hidden in his desk for the last two and a half months. Who drove that car with such ease, as if he were making love to the roads.

I wasn’t even on the same plane of existence as the rest of the world. I was being fucked by a madman who had no problem putting a bullet between the eyes of someone who hurt me.

My heart slammed as I shoved myself against him, grinding my hips up. I reached down, wrapping my hand into the hair at the crown of his head, my lips parted in untethered moans as his eyes lifted, finding mine. He flicked his tongue, uncaring that my thighs were pressing around his head, uncaring that I was scoring his scalp. He didn’t slow. His eyes were black now, not an ounceof hazel left.

He rose one brow and then slowly slid a finger in.

I cried out, slamming back against the table. “Oh,fuck, Grey,” I panted as he added another finger, fucking me hard and fast, his tongue circling, teasing, pressing against my clit.

I felt my end nearing. I couldn’t stop it. It already felt explosive. It was bubbling under my skin, simmering through my veins, burning brighter and brighter and brighter until—

I cried out, my legs tightening painfully around him as the orgasm slammed through me in waves of white sparks and fire. I swear to God, I saw stars as he kept sucking, his fingers kept moving, as if he were trying to slurp up every ounce of arousal my body was creating.

When I was nothing but a whimpering mess, he finally pulled out, my legs falling limply around him as he straightened, a purely male smile decorating his face as he stepped up between my legs and took my hand gently.

I let him pull me up, my legs falling to either side of him, the buzzing of the orgasm still raking through me as his rock solid bulge pressed against the too sensitive skin between my legs.

He slid his hand into my hair, pulling me forward until our foreheads fell together, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I could smell me wafting from his lips. “You’re such a good girl, Emily, such a good girl for me,” he mumbled.

I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I slid my hand around his neck and pulled him against me, pressing my lips against his, sliding my tongue into his mouth, lapping up every ounce of myself from him while my other hand unclipped his belt, his button. I slid my hand under his pants, his boxers, and wrapped my hand around him, keeping him against me as his moans fell down my throat.

That’s what I was. I was a good girl just for him,onlyfor him.

Fuck, I could barely wrap my hand around the shaft of his cock. Part of me feared for my life, the other part of me, the moreirrational, addicted part, just wanted him to fill me in every way I could be filled.

I wrapped my legs around him again and used my leverage around his shoulders to pull myself up and guide myself onto him.

I broke our kiss, a groan ripping from my soul as the tip of him slid across my slit.

I gasped as his hands slid around my thighs, spreading me open further, My breath caught, his eyes finding mine, as I slowly slid onto him, feeling myself stretch around him.

“Fuck, Emily,” he snarled, “you feel so fucking good, baby.”

I couldn’t breathe. “That has to be all of it,” I grunted, leaning back enough to look into his eyes properly.