Page 97 of Lessons In Grey
“Look at me,” he ordered.
My eyes flashed open, tears immediately falling towards my hairline.
His eyes were black, his knees spread, pants gone, cock out.He was leaning over me with a feral look in his eyes.
I ground my teeth, trying to push against his hand, needed to move, but he held firm, the vibrator gripped in his hand, unmoving, the vibrations stimulating my clit just enough to keep me right on the edge. “Fuck, Grey,” I pleaded, my body shaking.
He was panting, his muscles tense. He released his hand on my stomach and shuffled forward, the strange sensation of the vibrator deep inside of me sending shockwaves down my spine.
He moved me up until my hips were balanced on his thighs, and then he grabbed the shaft of his cock and I watched with drool dripping down the corner of my mouth as he slid the tip of his cock inside of me.
I cried out, my legs wrapping around him as I grinded against him, the vibrator still in his hand, my wrists pulling painfully at the restraints as the stimulation finally became too much and my orgasm exploded through me in wave after wave of electrifying pleasure.
I cried out his name, tears streaming down my face as he slid deeper into me, holding that vibrator firm, forcing me to ride my orgasm out, stretching me until I felt like I was going to explode.
Still, I couldn’t control the way my body grinded against his, the way it shook and pleaded, the way my tears fell as the sparks erupted across my skin.
He released the vibrator and grabbed my hips, lifting me up until he was able to sit on his knees, fucking me in midair.
My mind was empty of everything except for the way his cock was driving into me. The sound of his thighs slapping against mine mixed with the buzzing of the vibrator as he pounded into me so hard, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. I needed more. I wanted more.
The orgasm started growing again, although I couldn’t be sure that it ever really stopped. The waves just kept coming. Over and over again until I fell over the ledge again, feeling something different this time. It felt like my bladder had exploded,drenching me to the bones, the euphoria making me see spots, making my cries so loud and untethered, I was sure somebody would call the police.
The bed slammed against the wall as Grey’s moans filled the air. “Oh fuck,” he snarled. “Fuck, Emily,” he groaned, as if that wetness had only made his need worse.
It wasn’t long until he found his end, snarling as he let loose inside of me, pumping until he was sure I wouldn’t lose even an ounce of him if the feeling ever returned to my legs.
He quickly, but gently, pulled the vibrator out, tossing it across the bed, and carefully pulled himself out.
Exhausted, I fell back into the mattress, wiped out for the rest of the night. I shivered, blinking heavily when my ass hit the soaking mattress. God, it was like a pool.
I let my head roll to one side and opened my eyes, taking in my collapsed legs and Grey looking down at what we had done with a soft proud smile on his face.
My cheeks burned bright red, my eyes falling shut. “Please, for the love of God, tell me I didn’t piss myself in the middle of that.”
He chuckled, gently moving my legs over so he could crawl to the head of the bed, his cock still hard and twitching as if he hadn’t just pounded me into oblivion, the bottom half of him soaked. “No, little Snowflake, but it pleases me greatly knowing I was the first one to pull that out of you.”
He leaned across me, gently untying one arm and then the other. “Come here,” he mumbled, sliding off the bed only to slip his arms under me and pick me up.
I groaned, sore and exhausted. “I want to sleep,” I said, my head falling into his chest.
“And you can, but we need to get you cleaned up first. Maybe tonight we’ll camp in the living room, hmm?”
I allowed a tired smile, running my hand over the tattoos on his chest, sweat dampening his skin too. “I haven’t camped in the living room since I was a kid.”
He kissed my head. “Camping it is then.”
Over the next hour, of which I could hardly remember, Grey helped me take a shower, carefully washing me while he hummed a tune I didn’t recognize. He washed us up and laid me on the couch while he moved around the coffee table and brought out all of the extra blankets I had, laying them out everywhere for us.
He put me to bed but not before he made me drink a full glass of water and eat a small snack. We fell asleep to the twinkling lights of Christmas as he held me in his arms, kissing me softly everywhere he could reach.
I had never been cared for like this and part of me, some deep, irredeemable, mostly toxic part of me realized that I might not survive without him.
I needed to fix that part of me. I didn’t want that to be the case. I wanted to be whole without him, but fuck, being whole with him was so fucking addicting.
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