New Beginnings

by Elle M Thomas

  She also decided that Gray had been right that in order to maintain their social relationships, work needed to be separate like it had been with Max. Sally suggested that as Eve was dating her boss, again, they should maintain their old boundaries but made no reference to the conversation she’d had with Gray about this or the fact that he had indirectly pointed out that Max and Eve had no place in his office, not in relation to Sally anyway, especially not Eve. Eve had been happy that this had been agreed at Sally's request, although she did think it was probably more at Gray's request than her friend's but either way she was happy to have a line drawn between the two.

  It was a couple of hours later when Eve and Sally prepared to leave and headed to the car park arm in arm that Sally said, “I am glad that you're happy, Eve.”

  Hugging her tightly Eve smiled and replied, “Me too, so now we need to find you a nice man.”

  “No,” replied Sally firmly.

  “Yes, time to get back on the horse.”

  “I always hated riding, I always fell off,” replied Sally, making Eve laugh as she recalled the riding classes they'd been to.

  “We'll see.” She giggled and then said, “I should set you up with the ugliest, smelliest man I can find after you called me by all my names and Gray now wants to know what they are.”

  “Don't tell him,” suggested Sally laughing.

  “Possibly not an option. He has ways of making me talk.” Eve grinned.

  “Christ, Eve! Don't tell me things like that. I have got to sit opposite him at his desk in the morning and not picture you two shagging,” she cried making two men leaving the pub look across and laugh.

  With a final kiss and a hug, they each got into their own cars and headed home.

  Getting to the front door of her block Eve realised that she had given Gray her key that included the fob to the main entrance and there were no other residents in the vicinity. She buzzed her flat's button and waited.

  “Hello,” came Gray's voice through the metal grid.

  “I appear to be locked out after giving my key to you.”

  “Who is this?” asked Gray seriously, making her laugh.

  “This is the woman who will have no choice but to find a singles night at a hotel to pick up a gigolo and find a bed for the night if this door doesn't open in the next seven seconds,” she told him and grinned as the buzz of the intercom was his only reply.

  Reaching the front door, she was surprised to find it wasn't already open and was preparing to knock when it was pulled open and she was being tugged in and forced back against the door that was now slamming shut. His body was hard and hot as it pressed against Eve's and in the darkness of the hall it felt a little scary, forbidden, dangerous even.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” He wound her hair around his fingers and held her tightly.

  “You know where I've been.” She moaned as his face came closer and the feel of his warm breath brought her skin to life. As it cooled, her whole body was covered in goosebumps everywhere, making her choke on her own breath.

  “You've been gone too long,” he told her as his lips found the soft skin of her neck making her drop her bag to the floor and slide her fingers through his hair while one leg instinctively looped around his hip. “You're just so needy,” he teased as he kissed up her neck to her ear, jaw, the edges of her gaping lips before finally resting on her mouth where he licked his tongue across her lips for a few seconds and finally kissed her, with his lips, his tongue, and possibly his soul. He completely overwhelmed her senses with a million sensations and feelings flooding through her, just from a kiss, although this was so much more than 'just' anything.

  Coming up for breath she grinned at him in the dark, “You're pretty needy yourself, Skipper.”

  “You have no idea, baby,” he told her as he pulled her leg from around him. “I really need to check on underwear under this amazing dress.”

  She could feel a small smile on his lips and the depth of his desire in his eyes, those twinkly blue spheres that watched her, looked at her, delved into her soul, the very depths of her being and she would put money on the fact that they were currently several shades darker, navy, almost black with desire.

  “Check away,” she told him feeling quite brazen.

  “Not so quick. I have our night all planned out.” He led her to the bedroom door. “Wait here,” he ordered.

  She couldn't have not done what he said, even if she'd wanted and she didn’t. She wanted whatever he had in store for her, everything.

  He was back a few seconds later and stood in just his jeans. Looking down, Eve grinned as she noticed Gray's naked feet sticking out from under his jeans.

  “What?” Gray watched Eve's expression intensify.

  “Nothing,” she replied, teasing and worrying her bottom lip with her teeth while Gray just stared at her waiting, waiting for her answer, an honest answer. “I find your feet very sexy,” she admitted wanting to slap her forehead with her own palm at such a ridiculous admission.

  “Do you now? Just my feet?” He laughed at her with a mere expression.

  “Yes, just your feet,” she snapped back, feeling a little embarrassed.

  “So when I do this—” he lowered his lips to her neck again and kissed her gently, then more firmly working the muscle or whatever it was at the bottom of her neck, below her ear, next to her collar bone that made her hot, wet and very vocal, just as she was right now. She tangled her fingers in his hair and desperately tried to stop him from moving his mouth from her, unsuccessfully— “It does nothing for you? You don't find it sexy, my mouth, my tongue?”

  He pulled her hands flat against his chest where she immediately began to stroke and rub against the muscles beneath her palms before tracing them down his body, over every ridge and dip until she reached the waistband of his jeans.

  “So,” he grinned, grabbing her wrists, holding them firmly, “Just my feet, uh?”

  She pouted. “You aren't nearly as clever as you think you are.”

  “No, but apparently sexier than just my feet would suggest.” He laughed. “Now, back to you, my very sexy lady who may or may not be wearing underwear and will never, ever go to a singles night at a hotel to find a gigolo, unless it’s me.”

  Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a tie, his dark blue tie that he'd worn earlier, in his office.

  “You don't appear to own a blindfold so,” he paused, “I'm improvising.”

  “What?” she stammered, unsure which point to raise about that sentence first.

  “It's a surprise,” he told her, fastening his tie around her head so that it was covering her eyes, blinding her.

  Chapter 22

  She knew she was in her bedroom now and wondered what Gray could possibly have done to her room that she needed blindfolding. Coming to a standstill she became aware of her other senses working overtime, maybe to compensate for the one that was currently disabled; she was aware of every sound in the room from the notes of some gentle classical music set low to the almost deafening sound of her own breathing, she could smell a new scent in the room, maybe scented candles with a hint of a floral fragrance infusing around her.

  Gray was behind her, his front pressed firmly against her back and she could smell and feel him too, but she could also taste him on her tongue, maybe from their earlier kisses or possibly it was just the anticipation of what he might taste like, what she knew of his taste.

  The final sensation she felt was touch, beside the touch of his body against hers and the blindfold across her eyes she could only feel herself, the tremor of her legs threatening to give way, the awareness of her own body, reacting to this situation, to Grayson, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her chest that betrayed her at every turn with her tightening and swelling breasts, the pinched, protruding nipples that pushed against her clothing and virtually screamed out for his attention, his touch and then there was the trickling trail of arousal that was currently making its way from her body, th
rough and past her underwear, running down her inner thigh.

  “Close your eyes, Evie.”

  Thinking it was unnecessary to close her eyes while she was blindfolded, she frowned which didn't bypass him.

  “Baby, close your eyes, trust me,” he told her in a husky whisper.

  The frown passed and she gently closed her eyes as she felt him removing the tie.

  “Keep them closed for a while.” He began to kiss her neck whilst teasing the ends of her hair between his fingers.

  Feeling his hands on her hips and then her thighs the fabric of her dress was moving, upwards under Gray's hands.

  “Open your eyes, Eve, nice and slowly,” he told her nipping at her ear.

  As her eyes fluttered open she was greeted by the reflection of them both, him standing behind her with his hands still on her dress that had been pulled up to her thighs exposing her legs clad in the almost transparent, sheer, lace top stockings and the creamy expanse of thigh between her stocking tops and 'invisible' thong she wore.

  “Oh Evie, we have underwear.” He grinned as he fingered the edge of the seam free, nude, satin fabric that really did appear invisible beneath clothes with its lack of lace and seams, just a very brief piece of fabric that offered no resistance to his nimble fingers that were now spreading her open and running through the overflowing arousal that was soaking him and her now. “Bloody hell, baby, I love how wet you are for me,” he whispered huskily into her ear.

  He found the nub of nerve endings that was now slick with her own juices and began to gently rub against it with his finger, making her bear down against him and moan loudly. Those things were enough for him to rub his finger against her more firmly.

  “Do you remember what I told you, Eve? That I was going to make you come in front of the mirror?” he asked, making her recall what he'd told her that day on the sideboard.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” she cried as the first ripple of release began to wash over her with the tight pulling sensation low in her body.

  “Tell me what I said, Eve.” He slowed his pace.

  “Don't stop,” she begged, attempting to turn her face towards him.

  Slowing his movements further he repeated his comment, “Tell me what I said, Eve, now.”

  “You said you were going to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I can see what you see.”

  “Yes, baby. Look at what I see and tell me what else I said,” he insisted as she gazed into the mirror before them.

  “You said that you were going to make me come so that I could see and you'll watch me coming...Grayson I'm going to come,” she cried, trying to cling to him but struggling to find anything to hold onto and unable to focus on the image in front of her, causing her to turn as she attempted to make eye contact with him.

  “Watch, Eve. Watch us, baby. Watch what I do to you and how beautiful you look.” He waited until she was looking at their reflection again before he wrapped his free arm around her waist tightly while his other hand picked up the pace again until she was panting and crying loudly. Her whole body trembled and shook as her climax tore through her from her sex to her head and her toes and everywhere in between.

  Still staring at her reflection, she couldn't quite recognise the woman before her; eyes wide and wild, lips red and swollen, skin flushed and damp with perspiration. Her breathing was ragged and harsh as she tried to calm down. Her glance dropped down, taking in her body and settled at the sight of Gray holding her up, literally with one arm while the other hand was still in her pants, stroking her again, more gently this time. Her stockinged legs did nothing to make the reflection any more respectable. The image was quite lewd and yet beautiful, the two of them together, her fully dressed still and him in just jeans that she could barely see as he stood behind her, just his bare arms, shoulders and face visible.

  “I really need to touch you, baby,” he said, tugging her ear with his teeth. “You okay to stand still a minute?”

  “Mmm,” she replied hoarsely and as he released her she suddenly noticed her surroundings; there were clusters of vanilla and berry based candles burning around her bedroom, intermingled with fresh flowers, yellows and oranges contrasting with her colour scheme and the spotlights over her wardrobe doors were all illuminated putting her well and truly in the spotlight.

  Eve became aware of her dress being unzipped under her arm as Grayson's hand returned to her body.

  “I think we can lose the dress, don't you, although it is very nice and you looked phenomenal in it.”

  His whispers made her shudder, as did the feeling of her dress being pulled down her arms. Once free of her limbs he pushed it down her body until it slipped down her legs leaving her standing in her drenched thong, stockings, shoes and the bra that the dress had concealed perfectly.

  “Eve, if you continue to wear such sexy underwear, I may have to start collecting them in sets.” He laughed, causing her to laugh too as he spun her to face him.

  “I like what you did with the room.” She gestured around them.

  “Well, I thought as flowers are a weakness of yours and I don't know your shoe size.” He skimmed his hands across her breasts that were now heaving heavily behind the fine, transparent sheer fabric that had held her in place all day but was now struggling to hide her arousal and desire as her pinky brown, tightly puckered areolae and deep pink, almost red nipples seemed to be fighting to get out.

  “Do you remember what else I told you I'd show you in the mirror, Eve?” he asked as he twirled her hair around his fingers over and over until she was reaching up to his hair with her fingers and smiling.

  “I remember exactly what you told me and I have thought about it more than once,” she admitted, blushing as she continued; “You said that I was going to see you spank my arse and that you were going to make it red and sting and that I would love it,” she said breathlessly.

  He released her hair and reached around to effortlessly undo her bra. Pulling free of her body he also removed her hands from his hair before he threw her bra behind him making her raise an amused eyebrow.

  “You should be careful throwing highly flammable fabrics around when there are naked flames.”

  He frowned then pulled her closer until she was pressed firmly against him where he quietly and flatly said, “If I burn the place down you would have no choice but to sleep in my bed every night where I would keep you wet and ready for me.”

  Swallowing hard, but unsure what to say, Eve said nothing until she felt Grayson's fingers between her thighs.

  Dropping her face against his chest she began to mouth at his warm, hard flesh spurring him on to speak again.

  “You like that, don't you, baby?” he tormented.

  She thought her legs were about to give way again as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her making her moan and grind against his hand.

  “But you can't see yourself like this,” he told her, freeing himself from her before spinning them both round and dropping to his knees before her. He looped his thumbs into her thong, dragged it slowly down her legs and helped her to step out of it, then with a quick glance over his shoulder added, “That's better, now open up for me, Evie.”

  She looked down at him confused. He raised up from his heels slightly and kissed her inner thigh, one side and then the other before seductively retracing the same path with his tongue, licking her.

  “I can taste you already, Eve.” He reached up, bringing her hands down to her labia and repeated, “Now open up for me, Eve.”

  Understanding what he was asking of her, she complied and still looking down at him felt completely vulnerable to his intentions and her own embarrassment which was compounded when he glanced up. “Eve, sweetheart you appear to be looking in the wrong direction.”

  Averting her eyes, she looked up and was startled by the sensation of Gray's tongue running along her length, but excited by the image of him on his knees before her, licking and lapping against her. Using their reflection to guide one hand
to his hair again she decided that this was the most erotic thing she had ever done or seen.

  Her moans got louder and closer together as she felt the surging heat pulsing through her veins, culminating in a tightening around her clitoris that Gray now had between his lips. As he sucked on it, she pulled his head closer and held him there as she felt the tell-tale sign that she was about to succumb to another climax that felt stronger than her previous one. The tingling turned into a burn and before she knew it she was calling out to God, Gray and a series of expletives as her pleasure became almost unbearably painful and her legs buckled beneath her but Gray was there to hold her and gently guide her to the floor where he held her and kissed her. She found the sensation of tasting herself on his lips and tongue strange, but erotic until he pulled away sounding almost as breathless and blown away as she was.

  “God, Eve, you are absolutely amazing, that was better than I imagined it could be.” He grinned as he lay next to her, holding himself up on his elbow, watching her on the bedroom floor.

  “Thanks,” she replied laughing. “You did contribute too though.”

  “Yeah, well thanks for the acknowledgement.” He smiled, gazing down over her and suddenly turned more serious. “Do you have any idea how foxy you look like this?”

  Frowning up at him as if to dispute his description she attempted to rise from the floor.

  “Where are you going? We are so not done yet.” He pulled her back down and flipped her over onto her front, raising her hips.

  “You do know there's a perfectly good bed over there, don't you?” asked Eve, smiling at the reflection of Gray's face that was over her with her arse up in the air.

  “Yeah, but I thought that we needed a close-up view,” he replied, gesturing to the mirror as he reached into his jeans pocket and then shed his sole item of clothing.

  Dropping to his knees he gently rubbed across the rounded globes of her behind before trailing a finger between them, tracing a path through her slickness that coated her completely until he found her clit standing proudly.