by Jean Joachim
"Oh my God, the silk, you, the silk," he muttered before moving his lips back to hers.
She pulled herself back a bit, her hands separating his unbuttoned shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He stopped kissing her long enough to rip his tee shirt over his head and toss it on a chair. Carrie picked up the bottle of chocolate massage oil and squeezed a few drops on her fingertips.
She sat back on her heels and smoothed the oil on his left shoulder, rubbing it in. He loosened his grip but never let his fingers separate from the silk hugging her body. She rubbed the oil into his skin, then dipped her head to take a taste. She licked from his shoulder to his neck.
"Ummm, delicious."
He chuckled. "Will that stuff stain if I get it on the silk?"
"Most definitely," she said.
"Damn!"
"It's delicious," she said, taking another long swipe with her tongue.
"So are you."
Grey's control broke and he lunged at her, easing her back on the floor, half on the blanket and half off. He pulled her by the knees until she was completely on the blanket in front of the fire. His mouth closed on hers while his fingers felt the strap of her gown then traveled down. As his hand closed over her silk-covered breast, he groaned. The silk intensified the sensation of his touch for Carrie. She felt heat travel from his fingers through her breast to her center while a tiny gasp escaped her throat.
Pushing up on one elbow, his gaze followed his fingers as they gently squeezed her breast then closed over the taut nipple visible through the smooth fabric. He rolled it between his fingers, watching it grow harder, then slid his thumb over and back again. Carrie moaned under his expert hands, loving every second.
"I knew it."
She cocked an eyebrow at him, unable to totally control her rapid breathing enough to speak.
"I knew your breasts would feel even softer, more…more…incredible under this…this…"
"Nightie?" She choked out.
He nodded.
"Me, too."
"What" He shot her a quizzical glance.
"Feeling your fingers through the silk is amazing…they are more…more…oh God."
Talking ceased for a while as Grey caressed her breasts. His head lowered but stopped in time.
"My mouth will ruin the silk, won't it?"
"Afraid so."
"Damn."
Carrie's fingers alternated between gripping and rubbing his muscular shoulders. His fingers had never felt so light, so sensual as they skimmed over her breasts, one minute lightly teasing the next squeezing almost to the point of pain. She wanted his mouth on her.
Grey slipped one hand under her back and slowly glided it down, stopping once it reached her bottom. He closed his fingers around her cheek and squeezed. Carrie closed her eyes as she felt his grip through the silk.
"Oh, God, your little butt through this silk…amazing," he muttered.
His hand continued to massage and caress her, moving the nightie up a little, exposing the bottom of her round cheek. His fingers dipped between her legs. She parted them to give him entry. He shifted his hand to the front, moving it to her wet center to explore, ignite and seduce her. She squirmed at his fiery touch.
Heat flew through her veins as he stroked her, causing her desire to soar. Carried grabbed the button of his jeans and opened it, then unzipped him. She slipped her hand inside to discover the biggest erection she had ever felt. A gasp of amazement slipped out of her mouth.
"What?" He asked, shifting his weight, moving his legs to give her better access.
"That's the biggest damn erection I've ever…oh my God, Grey…I think you're too big for me."
He burst out laughing.
"Honey, you're designed to be big enough for a baby to come through, let alone little ole me."
"There's nothing little about you tonight."
"You…you do this to me."
"Yeah? Me and this silk nightie," she said, and chuckled as she closed her hand around him.
His hand went to her breast again and his mouth dipped perilously close. With her free hand, Carrie slid the top down until the elastic was under her breasts, freeing them up for Grey's eyes and mouth to devour. He immediately bent his head to her breast, licked it then covered her peak with his lips and tongue. Carrie moaned as her breathing quickened.
"Oh, God, Grey."
He moved to the other breast to repeat his performance while he slipped two of his fingers inside her. The heat growing in her body became almost unbearable as she gasped for air. Carrie sat up and pulled at the nightie. Grey helped her slide it up and off, then stood up to place it carefully on the bed. He pushed his jeans down to the floor along with his boxers and stepped out of them.
She lay back, raised her knees with her feet flat on the floor and looked him over from head to toe. Her gaze stopped at his large erection; staring at him, she shuddered in anticipation and fear.
"Take me, Grey. I can't hold out...much…longer."
He chuckled. Dropping to his knees, he whispered, "Come for me, honey."
His hands parted her legs and his face disappeared from view. After the first swipe of his tongue, Carrie cried out, then slapped her hand over her mouth to keep her exclamations of ecstasy private. She could feel Grey's shoulders shake with quiet laughter and it made her chuckle.
"Don't wake the whole house, baby," he admonished.
"It's your fault!" She whispered to him.
"Yeah," he admitted, shooting her a wicked grin before he returned to loving her.
Carrie wanted to find a good come-back but once his tongue touched her, all thought fled from her mind. His lovemaking captured her attention; mind off, senses ruled. She could only feel…every touch, growing more passionate, hot and excited to the brink with every stroke, every movement of her lover. Then he stopped and looked at her.
"Don't stop," she breathed, panting, her chest heaving.
"I want to make it better, stronger," he whispered.
Carrie closed her eyes when he began pumping his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first then harder, faster. His mouth closed over her breast again, nipping gently, laving then teasing. She felt intense desire climb and climb until it spiraled out of control. Her hips arched off the floor and her weight shifted to her heels. Her hand covered her mouth, stifling a loud cry as she called his name.
"Oh my…Grey!"
Every muscle in her body clenched then let go as wave upon wave of pleasure filled her veins, shooting out to her fingertips and toes. Grey continued to stimulate her until her body relaxed and she eased him away from her now overly-sensitive flesh.
Her breathing began to return to normal as her inner muscles continued to spasm slightly. Grey lay down on his side next to her. His hand rested on her waist. Carrie turned onto her side and stared into his eyes. God, I love this man.
She smiled at him.
"Good?" A big grin spread over his face as he brushed his hair out of his eyes.
Look at that shit-eating grin. He's proud of himself.
"Beyond good. Beyond amazing," she whispered, her fingers tangling with his in his hair.
He beamed at her as she flattened her palm against his chest, her fingers spread out. She moved her hand over his shoulder, down his chest and stomach to find him still erect. Hmmm. Looking around, she spied the exotic bottle she tossed aside earlier and stretched up to grab it. His gaze settled on her breasts as she reached up, pushing them out toward him. His hand closed over one as she strained, her fingers barely touching the bottle.
"We should do yoga together, naked," he suggested, his hand fondling her breast.
A giggle erupted from her throat as she grasped the bottle and looked down at his hand. Sitting up, she gently pushed him down so he was lying on his back and opened the bottle.
"My turn."
Drizzling a tiny line of the flavored oil down his flat belly and beyond, she flashed him a grin. Her tongue circled her lips as she made eye contact with
him. He chuckled and lay back, lacing his hands behind his head. Placing herself between his legs, she rubbed the oil into his belly, then took a lick. She continued this down and down until she reached his erection. No need to rub anything into that monster. She placed her hand firmly around the base and licked off the massage oil, taking her time while keeping her eyes trained on his face.
Sweat broke out on his brow as his erection grew under her care. She could see the muscles in his jaw clench as his hands fisted the blanket.
"Ummm, delicious," she murmured, raising her head, "Losing control?"
At that, he sat up and put his hands under her arms. He pulled her up as if she were a rag doll and placed her on the blanket as gently as his passion would allow. His mouth bore down on hers, hard and demanding, his tongue possessing her mouth, while his hands roamed over her body, squeezing, pinching and stroking her into hot wetness.
"Mine…you're mine…loving you…taking you," Grey muttered his breathing ragged.
She nodded, her arms around his chest. She loved it when he took control.
"Take me…take me," she whispered.
He raised himself on his knees and mounted her, entering her swiftly. She was surprised at how easily his huge erection slid into her. But she gasped and her eyes grew wide as he filled her completely, shoving himself in up to the hilt. Grey raised up on his forearms, his eyes only inches away from hers, his brow furrowed.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. Fine. I'm fine. God…Grey…don't stop." The feeling of him inside her drove all rationale thought from her mind.
A grin replaced his worried look and his hips began to move. Carrie closed her eyes and hugged his chest to hers, crushing her breasts against him as he thrust in and out of her. Time seemed to stand still as her hips moved in tandem with his. She closed her lips over the soft muscle of his shoulder where it met his neck and sucked gently. Grey was all she could feel, smell and taste. Their rhythm fused their bodies and their hearts beat together as one, pumping passion-filled blood through one body, joined together for life.
"You feel…amazing," he muttered.
When she squeezed her muscles around him he groaned, sweat dripped off his forehead. Grey picked up the pace a little as his breathing changed to panting. Carrie's hands rose and fell with the heaving of his chest. Sensing his climax was near fueled her passion, and intense heat rocketed through her body. With his next thrust, her muscles exploded in a powerful orgasm. She cried out into his shoulder as her hips moved rhythmically with the force of her release. He speeded up momentarily then gave three hard thrusts and stopped, muffling a loud moan in her neck. Sweat trickled off his shoulder onto hers, her nails formed trails through a light sheen of perspiration on his back. They both stopped moving at the same time. Don't stop!
Carrie refused to open her eyes. The feel of Grey on her, inside her, the scent of him and their love blending with the smoky aroma of the burning log filled her senses. Number one on my love list, no walking away. He's part of me now. The thought calmed her as she listened to the low hiss of the fire, the only sound in the room. Unlike with other men, fear didn't play with her mind. She wasn't scared. Happy. He makes me happy. I deserve to be happy.
A smile of contentment and satisfaction curled her lips. He moved first. Carrie reluctantly opened her eyes to find him perched over her, raised up, staring down into her face. She smiled widely at him, placing her palms on his cheeks.
"I love you. I love you so much," she said softly, arching up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
Grey smiled and rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms, her head nestled into his shoulder. "I love you, too, honey. Forever."
They lay there not moving, feeling the heat of the fire in the fireplace grow fainter as the log burned down. Carrie sat up, stretching her toes toward the fire to warm them. Grey joined her.
"Ugh. I have to put on clothes to sleep because it's so cold. I want to feel you against my skin all night long."
"Mom gave me an electric mattress pad today. She forgot to put it on the bed. I put it on to surprise you. It's great. We turn it on and you can sleep in the nude and feel warm and toasty all night no matter how cold it gets in here."
Carrie turned toward him to plant a kiss on his lips when she let out a big gasp.
"What is it? A spider? A mouse?" Grey looked around and reached for a shoe lying nearby.
"Your neck," she said, pointing to the spot where she had muffled her cries of passion.
"Something crawling on my neck?" He asked, swatting at his neck with first one hand then the other.
Carrie stilled his hands with hers as she shook her head.
"A mark. I left a mark…a big mark on your neck." Her hand flew to her mouth.
"A hickey?"
She nodded and he burst out laughing. "Like kids making out in a car. Oh my God, Grey, I'm so sorry."
"A badge of passion."
"What will your family say?" Carrie's eyes grew wide, she rested her palm on his chest.
"Do I care? I'll wear a shirt over it and no one will see."
He glanced up as the clock on the mantle began to chime eleven.
"It's late. We should get some sleep. Tomorrow's Christmas and all hell breaks loose around here."
Carrie nodded and slipped on her robe. When she returned from the bathroom, she discovered Grey had scattered the fire in the fireplace and punched the dial on the electric mattress pad to preheat the bed. The bedside lamp was off, the soft glow of the dying embers cast enough light for her to find her way to the bed. Carrie slipped her terry robe off her shoulders and placed it on a nearby chair. Grey, already in bed, threw the covers down and patted the bed.
She slid in, naked, next to him and pulled the covers up.
"Oohh. It's so warm. Delicious...wonderful."
Carrie scooted over to cuddle in his arms. Grey propped them up on pillows so they could watch the fire slowly burn out and tucked her into his shoulder.
"That was the best loving I've ever had," he whispered, stroking her hair.
"Me, too."
By the time the small fire had dwindled down to a few red embers, Grey and Carrie were tangled together in a deep and restful sleep.
Chapter Five
Sunlight peeked in between the curtains on Christmas morning, landing smack on Carrie's face. One eye cracked open and she rolled over. But the cold air and sun already disturbed her lovely dream about Grey and now she was awake. She stretched and snuggled farther under the covers with only her eyes and the top of her head sticking out.
Grey had his back to her. She figured he was still asleep by his regular breathing. She inched closer, running the palm of her hand down his straight spine, giving his butt a gentle squeeze then gliding back up again. Putting one arm under her pillow and the other around his waist, she moved up against him, pushing her breasts into his back. She heard a small grunt then a large hand clamped down on her arm, trapping her in position. A snicker escaped the sleeping figure and she knew he was awake.
"Trapped, like a rat…" he whispered.
Carrie tugged but his grip was like a vise. Try as she might, she couldn't contain a giggle.
"Please sir, don't hurt me. I'm a poor country girl…" Carrie whined in a falsetto.
She punctuated her plea with a lick to the back of his neck. He jumped when the cold air hit the thin layer of saliva she deposited on him and he let out a laugh.
"I haven't eaten in days and days…sir."
"So you plan to take a bite out of me, your captor, do you?"
"I'm a carnivore, sir. I'm sure you could find a part of yourself you could share with a starving girl?"
Now the laughter poured out of him and he rolled over to face her.
"You're mine, young lady, do you understand that?" Grey still kept a firm grip on her arm.
"Yes, sir. And proud to be yours." She batted her eyelashes at him and formed her words in a fake southern accent.
"Good. Now as f
or sharing part of myself…"
A loud knock on the door interrupted their playtime.
"Time to get up. Santa's been here and we're opening presents in fifteen minutes," boomed the voice of Grey's father, John, right through the door.
"Okay, Dad. We'll be right down," Grey called back.
Carrie made a face.
"Hey, it's Christmas, honey. We can do captor and captive anytime."
"As long as you don't forget…"
"Hah! Fat chance."
His eyes glistened as he looked at her and she detected a spark of desire glowing there. She smiled at him. "After last night I thought you might be too tired to…"
"Are you kidding? I'm never too tired to make love to my girl."
Carrie rested her palm on his chest, enjoying the feel of his solid muscle and soft hair beneath her fingers. His hands sat on her waist and he leaned over to kiss her.
"Good morning, honey."
"Good morning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas," she said, her gaze studying his face.
He looks as good in the morning as he does the rest of the day. God, love his hair in his eyes and that shadow on his face. Makes me want to jump him right now.
"Can I get a raincheck?" She raised her hand to feel the bristle on his face and a little tingle went up her spine.
"Oh, baby…if we weren't here, I'd…" He trapped her hand and kissed the palm.
Another knock disturbed them.
"Grey, second call," his mother trilled.
At that, he threw back the covers and sprang out of bed. Wrapping his arms around himself to fend of the chill in the air, he raced to the dresser. He whipped out underwear and pulled it on quickly, then his jeans and a cotton sweater.
"What's 'second call'?" Carrie asked from the warmth of the bed.
Grey opened Carrie's dresser and held up a pair of panties. She nodded. He did the same with a bra.
"When I was kid, my dad used to come and knock on my door to get me up for school. But one knock was never enough. I'd go back to sleep or lie in bed, dreaming. So mom would come by with a second call a few minutes later. That got me going."