Rm w/a Vu(131)

My fingers twitch with the urge to grab his wrists, pull him down onto me, and wrap my legs around him…but before I can follow through, he leans forward and kisses my abdomen, making my stomach flutter as he slowly works his way south.

“Oh, god,” I breathe, lifting my head to watch as he kisses and nips at my hip bones before focusing solely on the warm, needy flesh between my legs. My pulse begins to race, my hands curling into the soft rug beneath me, and I’m no longer able to keep my head up the second he flicks his tongue over my clit. Instinctively, my hips rise up off the floor, seeking even more pleasure, and Greyston grips the tops of my thighs, holding me as still as possible while driving me completely insane with want.

The pressure of his tongue alternates between soft and firm, fast and slow, and I continue to shift my hips beneath him as much as possible as my orgasm builds. The rough stubble that’s scattered along his chiseled jaw brushes against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending a rush of arousal through my veins like electricity. My mind becomes muddled with every languid stroke of his tongue, and I’m seconds away from begging for him to fuck me. He crawls up my body and I feel his stiff erection—still hidden behind his boxers—against my very needy flesh.

His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss that renders me unable to think of anything other than how his lips feel, how I can taste nothing but wine and sex on his tongue, and how his hard cock keeps hitting me in almost all the right ways. Unable to take the waiting any more, I bring my legs up his body and attempt to work his boxers down with my toes; I’m unsuccessful, but he gets the hint, grabbing a condom. He breaks our kiss to roughly push his pants down his hips before putting the condom on and thrusting into me.

The sensation of him inside me makes us both cry out with fulfillment, and soon our hips are undulating in tandem as we both work toward our mutual release. Every time he thrusts his hips, the muscles in my body tense a little bit more, the coil tightens in the depths of my stomach, threatening to spring free at any moment.

“Jesus, Juliette,” Greyston breathes against my lips, moving one of his hands down my body and gripping my ass hard, pulling me against him.

Soon enough, I’m lost in the moment, reveling in the way he feels moving above me, and how he holds my gaze. My climax quickly builds back up to where it was only moments before, and just as the first ripple of pleasure passes through me, Greyston’s hand ventures further until he’s very gently massaging the area just below our joined bodies.

“Oh, god!” I cry out, my back arching up off the ground when my orgasm rips through me. I claw at Greyston’s back, his hips jerking through his own release, and my vision goes slightly dark and cloudy as every muscle in my body tenses and then relaxes. My arms and legs tremble as they fall back to the floor, and Greyston rolls off of me and onto his back, but pulls me against him while we try to catch our breath.





Chapter 30



It isn’t surprising that I fell asleep so easily the night before. Sure, the flight wasn’t overly long, but I was just so relaxed after dinner and a few glasses of wine—not to mention having worn ourselves out having sex in front of the fire. It was the perfect first night here.

There’s a bit of a chill in the air when I first wake up, but instead of getting out of bed to turn up the heat, I scoot back on the bed until I feel the warmth of Greyston’s body against my own. When my feet touch his, he groans and jerks them back.

“Your feet are freezing,” he croaks, draping his arm over me and pulling me closer while avoiding my feet. He gives it a few seconds before tucking his flannel-clad legs and bare feet against mine. “I can go turn up the heat, if you want.”

I hum contemplatively. “I think you’re doing a bang-up job of that right now.”

Greyston chuckles, kissing my neck and tugging the blanket up over our shoulders. “Why, Miss Foster, are you trying to seduce me?”

“No,” I say with a laugh. “I’m trying not to freeze to death.”

Greyston sees my playfulness as a reason to retaliate, and soon, he’s tickling me relentlessly until I’m thrashing beneath the thick comforter and howling with laughter. Moments later, the blanket is down by our feet, completely defeating its purpose, and I roll off the bed and away from Greyston.

Unlike in Phoenix, I’m dressed in flannel pajamas. I contemplated wearing one of my new pieces of lingerie for Greyston last night, but it was quite a bit chillier in our room than it was in front of the fire, so I decided to save it for tonight.

“So, what’s the plan?” I ask, picking out a pair of jeans and a white turtleneck sweater.