Page 48 of (Un)Rivaled

I sighed happily, reaching down to brush his hair off his face. “Nothing is stopping us now.”

Gray’s smile was wolfish as his grip hardened against my skin. “No, there’s not.” With those simple words, he put his mouth on my breast, lavishing my nipple with his tongue. It felt incredible, only fueling the sparks growing in my core.

“Gray…” I whispered. “Give me more.”

“I’ll give you everything, Ace.”

As he moved his mouth to my other breast, his free hand reached for my panties. First, I felt him pulling the fabric, then came a distinct rip and a gust of cool air against me. I gasped when I looked down and saw the fabric on the floor. “Grayson!”

He just chuckled as his fingers slowly stroked me, just enough to make my head swim but not enough pressure toget me where I needed. He nipped down my body before lifting my left leg onto his shoulder.

The way he stared at me made my heart pound in my chest, my mind already racing with reasons why this was a mistake. As his large hands caressed my sides, my insecurity got the worst of me. ”Are we still playing pretend?”

Gray leaned back on his haunches, gripping my hips hard enough that it would leave marks. I relished in the exquisite pain, loving how his eyes flared with desire when he looked at me. “No, we’re not. We never fucking were.”

Wordlessly, I nodded, feeling the certainty in his tone. As soon as I leaned my head against the mirror, he shifted down, spreading me further apart. His resulting moan of appreciation made my insides clench, loving how sexy it made me feel. His fingers toyed with my slit, pressing just enough to ignite the fire in my veins. “Been dreaming about this, Ace,” Gray said, continuing his slow ministrations. “About getting to have you like this.”

“Then you should have me,” I said, bucking my hips to show my impatience.

But he just chuckled, nipping at my inner thigh. “Slow down, baby. I’ve been dreaming about this perfect pussy for a decade. Don’t rush me now.”

I was about to protest when his tongue brushed my clit, and my back instinctively bowed. Gray groaned, trying to slowly taste every inch of my core, giving me just enough to drive me wild. “Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against my thigh. “I could come just from the taste of you.” His hands tightened, and then I was moving, Gray lowering so his back was on the mat flooring while I floated above him.

“What are you doing?” I said, placing my hands on the mat for balance.

“Need you to ride my face, Devy.” He tried to pull me down onto his face. “Can’t get nearly enough of you in that position, and I want you to soak my tongue.”

I sat back, chewing on my lower lip. “I…I’ve never done that.”

“Thank fuck,” Gray whispered. “Because I want to be your first, baby. Now get your sexy ass up here and ride your husband’s face. Use me to get yourself off.”

Maybe it was his words, or maybe it was the fact that this was Gray, and despite my resolve not to, I trusted him more than anyone. I took a breath before letting him guide me to the right position. But even as his tongue started to work me, I couldn’t quite relax, terrified I would smother him.

Gray must have sensed my unease, because he pulled away for a moment. “Devyn, stop holding back and fuck my face. I’ve been dying for a taste of you, and this halfway bullshit is not enough.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Now sit down and let me fucking eat. And trust me—if you were my last meal, I’d die a very fucking happy man.”

As his fingers dug into my skin, I reluctantly dropped my weight, letting him continue to work me. For a moment, I was in my head, wondering if I’d ever be able to get there like this, too worried about him to focus on my climax. But as Gray’s lips bunched around my clit, sucking deeply, my head fell back, suddenly unable to think about anything but the pleasure he was gifting me.

“That’s my wife,” Gray groaned underneath me. He trailed his fingers along the inside of my thigh before pushing them inside me, and I groaned at the suddenfullness. “God, you moan so beautifully. Can’t wait to hear what it sounds like when you come for me.”

I could barely hear him, too absorbed in the sensations. As his tongue continued to explore, tease, and fuck me, my hips finding their rhythm, grinding against him like it was my last wish. His beard scraped along my delicate skin, and it only added to the feeling of being utterly claimed by this man. Every swipe of his tongue, every crook of his fingers, I was barreling closer and closer to the edge, and once I fell, there was no chance I’d ever be the same.

Sparks danced along my spine as Gray worked me, and my body contracted, feeling like I was on the verge of a tsunami. But Gray never stopped, continuing to work my body like he was teaching a masterclass, needing to know all the things that drove me wild.

“That’s it, Devy. Come for me. Be a good little wife and soak my face.”

With a flick of his tongue, my body exploded, light flaring behind my eyes, drowning the world in a sea of bright whites. There was nothing in that moment, nothing but Gray and me. Nothing but the pleasure he made me feel.

He continued to work me through my release, and once I finally came back down, I collapsed against his chest. My breath was heavy as Gray’s fingers stroked a line down my spine. I lifted my head, staring at the man below me. My best friend. My greatest ally. My husband. The love of my life. I waited for that prick of terror that usually accompanied the thought, but it never came. Not now. Maybe later, when I was alone, all my negative thoughts would return. But right now? I refused to let them ruin this moment.

Gray shifted his hands, rubbing his thumbs against my side. I flinched when he hit my tattooed skin,hoping he hadn’t noticed. But Gray always noticed everything when it came to me. His hands found my hips, shifting us so I was underneath him. He lowered himself so he was at eye level with my rib cage, staring at the small bit of script transcribed there. No one else had ever seen it. I kept it covered, even when I wore a bra or my bathing suit, which was one of the few requirements I had when I made the appointment.

I waited for Gray to say something, but he continued to breathe heavily against my skin, his thumb running back and forth over the word. I tried to read his expression. It was one I rarely saw from him, only saved for those precious moments that indeed rendered him speechless.

“Always,” he finally whispered, daring to look up at me. My throat caught when his eyes met mine, so much love and devotion pouring out of him.

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