When he lays me down, I pull him down with me. He nibbles on my throat, licks my breast bone, and stands up. Then, Gray produces a pair of scissors. I gasp, and he cuts my clothes right off of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. The cold metal against my warm skin makes me shiver, but I fight to stay still. Soon, I’m nude on a pile of material and I stare up at him, as he wordlessly pushes the fabric away. God, he looks incredible with those gleaming blue eyes and powerful build.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he growls. “And now, my fantasy has come true.”
He leans down and kisses me roughly, catching my lower lip in his teeth. I sigh wordlessly and he releases my lips. I start to speak, but he shakes his head. Then, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, so my ass hangs off it, and lifts my legs onto his shoulders. He suddenly buries his face against my pussy, tonguing the sopping slit. My voice cracks, “Oh, GOD!”
He swipes his tongue all around, until he twirls around my clit and I jump. But he’s so strong and holds me perfectly still. I grab for the luxury bedspread, but Gray releases my thighs and seizes my hands. He pins them in place as he delicately eats me out.
I let out a desperate gasp. “Gray, please fuck me!”
He shakes his head and keeps at it. His talented tongue makes me buck and hiss. My eyes roll back in my head and I gasp harder and harder, until he makes me come all over his tongue as I shout wordless sounds at the ceiling. His mouth is still busy, and finally, I gasp, “Stop, stop, stop!”
He lets up and ask, “You sure?”
“Oh my God, yes!”
He smirks, “If you insist.” He rearranges my body onto the bed and spoons me, his arm around my waist. He kisses my shoulder, and then asks, “You okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“Your leg keeps shaking.”
“I’ve never, um, well…” How do I explain this?
“You’ve never what?”
Best to just dive right in, I guess. “I’ve never …”
“Was that the first time someone’s gone down you?” he asks in an amused voice.
“No, not that. But it is the first time someone made me come from it.”
“Oh,” he sounds like he’s smiling. “Am I the first older guy that you’ve been with?”
“What makes you ask?” I ask, twisting back to look into those blue eyes.
He turns me so I’m laying on my back and I can see his handsome mien. “Just a guess. It would make sense.”
“Good thinking,” I smile. “Because the answer is yes. I’ve been with two other boys, and they were around my age. Why, am I the first young woman you’ve been with?”
He smirks, “I was your age once, Harlow, and I was definitely not celibate back then.”
“I mean, since you’ve been in your current age group.”
He laughs. “You mean, since I got old?”
I giggle too.
“You are not old, Gray.”
He shoots me a look.
“Even my name makes me think of a geezer with gray hair.”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay, whatever, but you’re not old.”
“Thank you. And you are the first girl I have dated with a significant age gap,” he smiles. “Is that better or worse?”
“Better or worse than what?”
“Better or worse than if you weren’t my first?”
I’m getting lost with the questions, but I laugh.
“Well, at least I’m your first something.”
He chuckles too. “Honestly, it’s been a long time since I had a first anything. But I want you to know that I don’t usually go for women as young as you. I’m not a pervert like that.”
I smile at him.
“And it’s not like I have a thing for older men.”
“So, this is an exception for both of us?” he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my palm.
“Sounds like it is.”
“Then,” he rolls on top of me, hard and ready. “I guess I’ll enjoy this exception.”
“God, yes,” I roll myself up to his thrusts and he pumps harder into me. I grab his ass to pull him deeper into me and the penetration makes me moan. He always feels so good.
Gray kisses my chest, followed by my mouth. Our passion becomes heated, and soon our bodies collide like opposing waves that meld, only to break apart once more. His sounds echo in my skull and I’m not sure where I begin, and he ends. I scratch and claw my way from his ass to his back, but he’s a raging beast. We cry out as we come together, our bodies glistening in the chandelier light, and I wonder how many perfect moments like this exist in a lifetime.
9
Gray
“So, not that I mind, but why the fancy hotel?” Harlow asks over breakfast. We’re wrapped in soft terrycloth robes and enjoying room service. The morning light lends a blush to her cheeks and I can’t stop myself from taking mental pictures.
“I thought you’d like a change and I know you like surprises.”
She chuckles. “Well, a night at the swankiest hotel in Denver is definitely a surprise.”
“That's not the surprise,” I sip my coffee.
She cocks her head at me. “What is it, then?”
I just shake my head and smile.
She grins. “Oh, come on. Please?”
I’m loving this. I eat a forkful of strawberry waffle and shake my head.
“I'll do anything you want,” she pleads, leaning towards me.
“Yes, you will,” I tell her and watch as her décolletage flushes pink with desire. She’s tempting me, but I force myself to stay still. This surprise is good, and I don’t want to give it away too soon.
But Harlow’s resourceful. She pouts.
“I didn’t know we were doing anything special today, so I didn’t bring anything to wear, and you cut my clothes off me last night.
