I stripped my dress off and heard Grey's sharp intake of breath.
"You are so beautiful, Carls. So very beautiful."
I walked towards him and took his hand in mine, leading him to the bath. He got in behind me and wrapped his legs around me. I lay my back against his chest and sank down into the warm water.
"I love you, Grey."
"And I love you, Carls."
We lay in the bath for a while before topping up some more hot water. Grey caressed my arm almost lazily as we lay there in content silence. I was almost falling asleep when Grey moved my hair aside to kiss my neck-he made his way slowly down one side and then the other. I was instantly awake again.
One hand moved along my thigh and up between my legs. One moment Grey was stroking my leg and the next, I felt his finger move inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and positioned myself so that he had better access.
As Grey kissed my neck and moved his fingers inside me, I felt all warm and tingly inside. I began to spiral as the warmth moved lower and the pressure began to build. I turned my head so that Grey could kiss me, and as he claimed my mouth with his, he thrust harder inside me and that was my undoing.
Feeling sated, yet hungry, I stood and got out of the bath. I wrapped a fluffy white towel around me and crooked my finger at Grey in a come here motion. He got out of the bath but didn't bother with a towel as he followed me to the bedroom.
Grey came into the room behind me and I made him sit on the edge of the bed. I got down on my knees between his legs and that hooded look in his eyes told me all I needed to know-he wanted me and loved when I took the initiative.
I licked him from the base upwards. I placed a light kiss at the tip and then kissed my way back down him-he was already gloriously hard and I had barely touched him. I repeated the same motion a couple of times before taking the head fully in my mouth. Grey's sharp hiss gave me indication that he was enjoying what I was doing. I caressed him with my hand as I licked and sucked just the tip of him. I made my way down, taking his whole length in my throat and Grey lay back on the bed. I knelt up a little higher and began working him harder and faster with both my hand and mouth. His heavy breathing was turning me on and I needed to make him come-this was something I enjoyed doing, giving my fiancé such immense pleasure.
His breathing turned to audible moans and I knew he was moments from exploding. I kept the same rhythm and it was mere seconds before he came, moaning loudly and chanting my name over and over.
I crawled upwards and straddled him on the bed so that I could kiss him. As our lips met, it felt like they were on fire. The kiss was deep and passionate, Grey's hands were tangled in the back of my hair. He pulled me to him and kissed me more fiercely. I was already horny, but this kiss was driving my desire further.
As Grey's hands roamed my body, I felt myself become heady with need. A need for this man to be inside me in a way no other could ever compare. I put my hand between my legs and guided him inside. I gasped at how rock hard he was and how good he felt inside me where he belonged. I was wet and more than ready for whatever he had to give me. I let my hands roam his muscular arms, then down his body before tracing that V shape I loved so much. I found a rhythm moving against Grey that was enough to make us both moan loudly, but neither one of us were ready to come just yet.
I leaned down to claim his lips in a fierce kiss. Grey's lips roamed down my neck, then my shoulders before kissing his way downwards and claiming one taut nipple in his mouth, while playing the other expertly with his deft fingers. He caressed my breasts and moaned in appreciation as I began to writhe harder against him.
"Oh god, ride me, baby. Ride me hard," came Grey's husky voice.
"Like this?" I asked as I increased the rhythm.
"Hell yes!"
Breathy moans were all that could be heard after that until in the same moment we both came. I'm not sure which of us cried out louder. I rode out the aftershocks as they took my body.
"You, Carly Summers, are the best lover in the world!"
I could feel the blush creep across my already warm face. Grey was the best lover I had ever had and it was wonderful to be appreciated by him.
"Only when I'm with you."
That dazzling smile spread across his face and I saw all the love in the world in those chocolate eyes.
It was only when I lay looking at my engagement ring that I realized I had completely forgotten to give Grey his ring. I had collected it after a call from the jeweler. It lay nestled in a red box in my bedside drawer. I decided now was as good a time as any and reached to retrieve it from where it lay.
"What are you up to?" Grey asked as I leaned over a little further to reach the ring box.
"You'll see." I smiled as I put my fingers around the heart shaped box.
I pulled it out of the drawer and turned to Grey.
"There's something I want you to have. I couldn't find the right time to give it to you at the party, and then when we got home we … well, you know what we did."
Grey turned over on his side to look at me.
"You know how much I adore my engagement ring, right?"
"Yes … " he replied cautiously.
"Well, I wanted to give you something special in return."
"You have, Carls, your heart. There's nothing better than that."
"Maybe that's true, but I want you to have this, regardless."
I lay the red box on the bed between us. Grey looked at it and I swore I saw his eyes sparkle.
Grey opened the box and gasped as he took out the ring. It shone beautifully. It has to be said, black titanium is gorgeous. He inspected the Celtic band and he looked at me with such love.
"Look inside it," I said in a hushed voice.
"Oh my goodness, Carls. How?"
"How what?" I asked.
"How did you find something so perfect?"
"There was a beautiful little jewelers when I went out dress shopping with the girls. I looked through his made to order catalogue and found he did black titanium bands with a few designs that could be etched into it. I chose the Celtic band because it's similar to an infinity symbol in the fact that there's no beginning and no end. Then I asked him to engrave the words inside."
"It's utterly amazing," he said as he offered me the ring.
For a moment, I wasn't sure why he was giving it to me but then it clicked and I took it from him.
Grey held out his left hand and I placed the band on his ring finger.
"Thank you," he breathed as it slipped onto his finger with ease.
"No, Grey, thank you. You are the one who brought such joy back into my hollow life. I don't know what my life would be without you in it and I never want to find out. We were apart for too long and I will never let you go again."
He pulled me in for a hug and brushed his lips across mine.
"You will never be without me again, Carls, I swear," he said before he crushed his lips to mine in a hungry kiss fuelled by desire, lust, and most importantly, love.
Chapter Seventeen
I had a doctor appointment the next day. I was up with the sun and decided to sit and work on my newest piece for the local newspaper. I had been given a regular column and had to read tons of mail every week to answer questions. Why? I was the local agony aunt. Not that anyone knew it was me-or at least I hoped not. The paper had gone with ‘Ask Abby' as the title for the column, not exactly original. But as boring as the name was, the job was actually quite interesting. I got to read about people's problems and offer my sage advice-that was a laugh, I wasn't quite thirty and they were needing my sage wisdom, as though I was much older and wiser. No one knew who I was or how old I was. They used a picture of a model to go with the column because I point blank refused to let anyone know who was behind it.
I started reading a letter about a girl who had a problem of the rather large and serious variety. She'd slept with two brothers on the same night and was now pregnant. She didn't know how to tell them about sleeping with the other and how to go about getting the DNA samples without being honest.
Now, I've always thought that honesty is the best policy, but sometimes the people who write into the column just want to be told "there, there, it's going to be all right."
I wrote my response and moved on to the next letter.
I had done about eight answers to problems when Grey came into the living room in just his pajama bottoms. It never got old seeing his glorious chest and arms. His bottoms also hung low-I wasn't sure if he did this on purpose-and I got to admire the beauty of that beautiful V shape I love so much peeking over the waistband.
I smiled up at my fiancé and he smiled broadly at me, saying nothing, before going to put the coffee on.
As he carried two cups of coffee in and sat next to me, he leaned over and kissed me chastely. He knew I was writing for the column and didn't like to disturb me too much.