He was being incredibly gentle with her, but it was taking a massive amount of restraint. Ali wanted to see what happened when that restraint disappeared.
"Come on," she whispered in his ear. "Don't you want to be inside me? I can't wait to feel you. I'm so wet for you, can you feel it on your fingers? You're going to slide right in and fill me all the way up..."
He groaned. "You should come with a warning. You could kill a man, talking like that."
"After what you just did to me, I don't think I'm the one who should come with a warning," Ali murmured. "Are you going to do it again?"
He swore, and pulled back in a sudden, graceful move to brace himself over her again. She met his eyes. They were smoldering.
"All I can taste is you," he told her, holding her eyes. "All I can smell. All I can see. I want to be as close to you as possible."
"So do it," she whispered.
He did.
With that lithe grace that characterized every move he made, he slid between her legs and caught her left one as she lifted it, pressing his cock into her body with one fluid motion of his hips.
Ali’s head went back and her mouth fell open at the feel of him opening her up. He was big, big enough to make her sweat as he pushed into her. Big enough to press against her G-spot hard enough to set off stars behind her eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her when he was fully seated inside. Ali wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, lifting her hips to his first thrust, and opening herself fully to his tongue as well as his cock.
Every thrust seemed to send a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Grey kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts as he moved, seemingly unable to keep from tasting her all over even when he was deep inside of her.
Ali tilted her hips up. He caught them in both his big hands and thrust hard, and she wailed at the difference in angle and the pleasure clenching her body tight.
"Please," she gasped as he thrust again and again, winding her tighter and tighter and tighter. "Please, please, please!"
Grey listened. He let go of her hip with one hand and reached between them, rubbing the pads of his fingers in circles over her clit as he thrust. Once—twice—three times—
Ali shrieked aloud as she came a second time, her pussy clenching down hard on Grey's cock. Nothing had ever felt as good as he felt inside her. She wanted to stay like this forever.
His long, low groan reverberated through their bodies as her pussy spasmed around him.
"So hot," he whispered, "So hot, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, Alethia."
He pressed his face into her neck as he came. Ali wrapped her arms around him and pretended that tears hadn't sprung into her eyes.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a long time. Ali had no idea how much time they'd spent clutching each other when Grey finally lifted his head to look at her.
“You’re amazing.” He brushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes.
Ali smiled, feeling happiness suffusing her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so content. “So are you.”
***
It wasn’t long before Alethia drifted off to sleep, and Grey was left to watch her soft breathing and think.
He’d been suspecting something since the moment their eyes met, if he was honest with himself. There’d been a spark there, a connection that couldn’t be denied, and it had only grown stronger and stronger as the night went on. His desire to have her shift and run alongside him had only been a symptom of the real truth.
When he’d slid inside her, he’d known.
Alethia was his mate.
Maybe he should’ve told her right then, but he’d been a bit distracted. And she’d been so sleepy right after. He wanted to make sure she understood what this meant, to talk to her about the future.
The future they were going to share.
Grey let out a silent laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. He never would have imagined that he’d find his mate in a bar in Ryder’s Lodge.