Page 41 of Sparrow

He releases my arms, giving me the ability to tear at his shirt. I need to feel his skin on mine. I rip it open, sending the buttons scattering across the floor like marbles, then slide my fingers down his abdomen, smiling when I feel his muscles twitch.

“Can I touch you?”

“You don’t need permission, Mills. Fuck, I’m dying for you to touch me,” he whispers, as he pushes the straps of my tank top off my shoulders, letting the fabric fall to my waist and revealing my black, lacy bra. “God. Damn. You’re even more perfect than I remembered.”

I use both hands to open his fly and lower his zipper. Reaching into his jeans, I find his cock hard, nearly steel-like, and it pulses when I wrap my fingers around.

I give it a soft stroke, rubbing my thumb across the tip, spreading the bead of moisture that is seeping out across and around.

“I need you, Gray. Please.”

He answers by lifting me off the ground, pulling my legs around his waist, and carrying me effortlessly up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothing behind as we undress all the way to his bedroom.

His sheets are a dark, navy blue and so soft. I sink into them like a cloud when he lays me down in the middle of his bed.

I watch him as he kicks his boxers, the only remaining item of clothing on his body after our trip up the stairs, away. I can’t believe I’m here, about to make love to Grayson Aldrich again. His body is different. Harder and stronger. Bigger.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Mills?” he asks, crawling up onto the bed, then moving to hover over me, resting his weight on his forearms.

“I’m thinking I need this. I need you. I want you. And I’m so glad I’m here with you right now. What are you thinking?” I place my hands on his biceps.

“I’m thinking there’s no way I could possibly be any luckier than I am right now, and to be honest, I’m wondering what sounds you make when you come.”

I giggle. “At least you’re honest, and if you play your cards right, you’ll find out more than once.”

He kisses me so softly; I think I could explode from that alone. I inhale deeply when he pulls away and shifts up so he’s on his knees between my spread, bent legs.

“Lift up for me,” he commands and peels my panties down, tossing them aside. His eyes settle between my legs.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

“Not a damn thing.” He licks his lips and moves down, his shoulders now between my thighs.

“Ohhhh shit,” I moan when his tongue darts out, circling my clit in a slow, lazy circle. I reach down and slide my hands into his hair.

“You taste like fucking whiskey. Perfect, Southern whiskey and honey,” he growls then begins to feast again.

He flicks, licks, sucks, and nibbles on, not just my clit, but every sensitive part of me until I’m literally writhing on the bed. He’s brought me to the brink more than once, only to let me creep away from the edge. He’s building this up. He wants my first to be the best.

“Gray. God, fuck. Please, God.”

“Not God, just Gray.” He looks up from between my legs with a smirk before I feel him sink two fingers into me, curling them upward to caress my G-spot.

“Ahhh!” I cry out so loudly I know the neighbors are very aware of what’s taking place over here.

His mouth is back on me, working in tandem with his fingers. He’s playing me like a fiddle that is tuned just for him. I climb higher and higher. Faster. Faster. More. More. MORE.

“I’m...I’m...I’m...” I can’t even finish my sentence before he wrings the most powerful orgasm of my life from my body. I’m shaking from head to toe. My thighs are quaking around his head, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps working my sex until I’m coming yet again.

I whimper, “Shit. Oh my God, Gray.”

I barely register that he’s moving now, climbing back up my body. His knees are still on the mattress but he’s hunched over me, his hands pressed by my head.

“Mills, I can’t be slow. I know I said I wanted slow, but—this time—I can’t.”

He’s rocking his body, letting his cock slide against my pussy but not sinking inside. I begin to rock too, grinding up against him.

“Don’t be. We have all night. Fuck me. Hard.”

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