Page 76 of The Holiday Clause
Attacking her with his tongue, he worshipped every secret crevice of her with brutal devotion. Whatever she assumed she knew, he proved her wrong. She didn’t know this side of him. But now, she would never forget it.
“Greyson, wait!”
He paused, and kissed her stomach. “You’re okay.”
“It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.”
She looked at him in a way that nearly broke him. Realizing he might have gone too far too fast, he moved up to better see her eyes. “Hey. You’re fine, Wren. It’s supposed to feel intense.” She looked unsure, so he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
Nodding, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. “Just relax. Let me take care of you. Lean back. You don’t have to do anything.”
She reclined, her motions surprisingly stiff for someone who did yoga every day. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“Sorry.”
He chuckled and lifted her closer, draping her legs over his shoulders. “Let’s try it like this.”
She gasped when he buried his face between her lush thighs again, placing a full-on open-mouthed kiss over her slit and stabbing his tongue deep.
Her breath hitched as her warm pussy welcomed his tongue. Groaning against her heat, he flicked and swirled, scraping his fingers along her ass with contrasting roughness as he ground his cock into the mattress, seeking the slightest relief.
Her moans drove him to the edge of ecstasy, and he fought the urge to jerk off. He would eventually, but first he wanted to taste her come rushing down his throat. He tugged the front of her shirt, and reached for her tits, teasing her tight little nipples into sharp points.
His lips closed around her clit, nibbling and sucking. They were crossing a line, and there would be no uncrossing it.
Suckling her clit, he wedged his fingers inside of her clenching pussy, driving her to deeper places she’d never known. She cried out, her moans matching the pattern of his thrusting fingers. Faster. Harder. He stretched her as he sucked her clit. Constantly reminding himself that she lacked experience and forcing himself to dial back his needs. This revolved around her.
A vision of flipping her to her belly and fucking her hard from behind flashed in his head. Fuck. He wanted her body fisting his cock. He wanted to grab her hard and watch her come apart under his touch. He didn’t want to be gentle, but he also didn’t want to hurt her. Not really.
He pinched her nipple—slightly harder than he had before—and she cried out his name.
“Grey!”
Fucking himself into the side of the mattress, he growled against her drenched skin. “That’s it, baby. Let go.” He pressed another finger inside of her, stretching her, pushing her body toaccept his touch. His lips tightened over her clit and she came hard on his fingers, pulsing and clenching as she screamed out his name.
He drank from her as if she were the fountain of youth. He wasn’t ready to stop, despite her trembling. She jerked and gasped, the longer he sucked her clean. Every part of him wanted to wring ten more orgasms from her, just because he knew her body could deliver, but her mind might not be able to take that much so soon.
He slowed to gently teasing her, giving her body a chance to come down. She provoked this. All her little pokes and side glances. This was the consequence of her actions. And if he needed to teach her a lesson, he might as well teach her.
“I’m not done.” That was the only warning she got as he went at her again, hard and relentlessly.
“Grey!”
He only growled in response, not letting up until he wrung every last drop from her.
When she shook uncontrollably, he still took more. He needed to show her just how greedy he could be. Not to punish her, but to show her why he’d tried to stay away.
Shame on him. No matter how much he took, he still wasn’t satisfied.
She shivered, her breathing erratic and her body too weak to do more than surrender at this point.
“Shh, just lay there. Let me finish.” This had to be the last time.
