He pressed on the gas. They were going at the very limits of safety, now, on these narrow mountain roads, but Ali couldn't bring herself to care. Could only just barely bring herself to keep her hands on her side of the truck. Her panties were damp, her pussy hot and tingling, her clit swollen and waiting for Grey's mouth. It was making her crazy.
After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled into the long, winding driveway that led up to his cabin. Ali had her door open almost before the truck actually stopped, but Grey was faster. He reached the front door of the cabin and held it open for her.
Even in the midst of the most intense arousal she'd ever felt in her life, it made her heart ache that this man would make such a nice, old-fashioned gesture, when she was more than a sure thing, when he was hurrying to get inside the house with the knowledge that in a few minutes he'd be inside her. But even then, he held the door for her.
She took his hand as she went in and pulled him in after her. He shut the door behind them and had her pressed up against it in a millisecond.
He pressed his mouth to her neck, leaving hot kisses behind, and then the scrape of his teeth. Ali moaned and clawed at his back, wanting him desperately. She opened her mouth when he kissed her again, sucking on his tongue.
He pulled her away from the door, still kissing her, and they stumbled across the floor toward the stairs. But he stopped before they got there, apparently really unable to take his hands or his mouth off of her long enough to direct their movement. He pulled her shirt over her head and licked at her cleavage, his hands pulling up her skirt.
Ali made a low, throaty sound that she hadn't even known could come out of her, and Grey lifted his head. "That's it," he said, and pulled her along as he strode the few feet to the enormous wooden dining table.
Ali completely agreed. Going up the stairs would have taken far, far too long.
He hiked her up onto the table, the position mirroring how they'd been in the parking lot. Only t
his time they weren't in public. Ali leaned back as he kissed her harder, and he cupped his hand behind her head as she lay back on the sturdy wood.
He pushed her skirt all the way up until it was pooled around her hips, and stroked her clit through the soaking wet fabric of her panties. "Yes, there," Ali moaned.
He tugged the panties down—she kicked off her shoes before he reached her feet, hearing them clatter to the floor—and tossed them aside, leaving her pussy naked for him to see.
Ali waited with her heart in her throat as he just looked at her, her blood pounding from his hot eyes on her. Then, all at once, he pounced.
He buried his face between her legs, two fingers slipping easily into her, and she moaned loudly as his tongue stroked over the full length of her pussy, from where his fingers entered her all the way to the very top of her clit. He sucked hard at the very tip, and she let out a strangled scream.
His fingers were stroking in and out of her, in and out. She arched her back up off the table, one arm flinging out to grab onto nothing. Her hips were moving without any conscious control on her part as he sucked her clit. The fabric of her skirt was damp around her thighs.
He let up on her for a second, and she gasped in a long breath. "More," she rasped.
He grinned at her, his lips shiny with her wetness, and she was breathless with how much she wanted to see that face every day of her life even before he went back down.
After that, there were only seconds left until it was over. Pleasure ripped through her as he tongued her right at the base of her clit, her hips coming off the table as she shrieked aloud in orgasm, her wrenching convulsions leaving her gasping for air.
He left his fingers in her as she recovered slowly, his other hand busy with his zipper. "Ready?" he asked.
Still catching her breath, she nodded. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock into her in one smooth movement.
Ali clenched around him immediately, helpless against her tightening muscles. She reached up desperately, needing him.
He leaned down to kiss her, and she held him as tightly as she could as he started to move.
She was panting with pleasure now, the aftershocks of her orgasm seeming to transition seamlessly into the beginnings of the next one. Grey’s breath was heavy in her ear.
His thrusts were quick and hard, but his hands were so gentle on her skin, stroking up one arm, cupping her other cheek. He kissed her over and over, soothing her down from the hard shocks of pleasure into a longer, slower pulse.
She turned her face to him and felt his lips stroking her, and she realized that for the first time in her life, she really was being made love to.
"Alethia," he whispered, and unbelievably, she truly loved the sound of her name.
When Grey said it, it felt like he was touching her deep inside her soul, and not just inside her body.
He pulled back, and she whimpered for him, but it was just so that he could slip a hand down between them and stroke the pad of his thumb over her clit.
The way his attention was always on her pleasure, even when he was deep inside her was nothing she’d ever experienced before.
His calloused thumb was rough on her clit, driving her even further out of her mind with pleasure. One stroke—two—three—