Kelly

Heat radiated off of Gray in waves, pulsing out and through her in time with his heartbeat.

God it felt good to be close to him again. To feel his skin against hers, the touch of his fingers as he stroked her hair gently in long, slow repetitive motions, helping draw her into a peaceful little mentality.

Kelly wrapped both arms around him, linking her fingers behind his back and holding on tight. She didn’t want to lose him again, she decided. Her entire mental state had been in the dumps for the two days she’d been at Erika’s, alone and without him. Clearly he meant a lot to her, and she was far more happy with him around than she was by herself.

The more time she spent with the shifter, the more she began to understand what Erika had said, about how it was just so easy with them, about how time didn’t have nearly as much of a meaning with a shifter as it did with a human. Gray just fit with her. He was like an extension of her, and she one of him. That didn’t mean things were perfect. Erika had warned her of that. There would be fights, arguments, bickering. But they would never feel serious or long-lasting. It would simply be a case of them resolving the issue together, and then growing closer as a couple.

Like now, with the misunderstanding around Jacen. They had gotten over it, and already Kelly was forgetting her frustrations, wanting nothing more than to be held like this. Or to be kissed by him once more. It was weird, and she knew it wasn’t normal to get over something so quickly. But she wasn’t going to force herself to stay mad. If she and Gray were meant to be, then this was going to be the new normal. She could deal with that.

Gray stepped back from her, his eyes once again sparkling with the bright blue coloring of the seas. He fixed them upon her, reading her, feeling the dissipating tension between them, and if she read his expression right, perhaps even the increasing heat that she felt.

“Kelly,” he breathed.

“Gray.” Her voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper.

“I love you.”

The words weren’t exactly unexpected, but hearing them still made her tremble. How could he know? How could he be sure that he did love her? After all, it had only been a short period of time. Everything seemed so rushed between them. This should be taking months before they were ready to say things like that to each other, shouldn’t it?

Yet even as she thought that, her brain was telling her to respond. To speak how she felt about him, to express her feelings. Where was the harm in that? He would just have to deal with however she felt, wouldn’t he? If she wasn’t ready to say those words, then he couldn’t fault her for that. So all she had to do was open her mouth, and tell him how she felt about him. Where she was at. It couldn’t be that hard.

Could it?

She gave it a try, blinking rapidly several times in a nervous twitch as she opened her mouth.

“Gray,” she said again. “I love you too.”

What? She hadn’t meant to say that! That wasn’t what she’d meant to tell him. She was supposed to tell him the truth, that…her brain came to a halt.

The truth.

Did she even know the truth about him? About how she felt? That’s what she’d meant to say of course, but what was the truth? Kelly hadn’t considered that before she’d begun to speak. Instead she’d simply assumed that it was something other than the fact that she loved him. Yet those words had come out of her mouth, and what’s more, they felt right.

“I love you,” she said, repeating it, stronger this time, more confident.

“I love you too,” he replied, bending down, one hand cupping and tilting her face as he leaned in to press his mouth to hers.

Kelly’s back arched slightly as he towered over her, head back. His lips were scorching hot. As he moved past her mouth, along her jaw, and down her neck, she shivered at the searing line of heat he left behind. Her mouth fell open and she breathed in deeply, little aroused noises filling the space between them.

Then his hands got in the action, running over her body, caressing her.

“Wait,” she said as he began to peel her shirt off.

Gray pulled back immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Um, look. It’s not that I don’t want to do this. Because trust me,” she said, her eyes opening wide, “I do. But I haven’t been home in two days…”

Understanding blossomed in his eyes. “Come on,” he said, taking her hand.

“What? Gray, what are you…”

But she didn’t have time to answer. He tugged her into the bathroom and pressed her gently up against the vanity, kissing her some more. Kelly relented, moving in to the kiss, returning his passion.

This time as his fingers lifted her shirt, she didn’t fight back. Instead, she let him strip her. He did so methodically, his fingers quickly divesting her of her bra, pants, and underwear in swift succession, until she was standing there naked. Then he turned and flicked the shower on to hot, just a tad below scalding.

He pulled her in to him, rubbing his hands all over her naked body, keeping her from feeling cold until the steam began to boil out from the shower, swiftly filling the little room once he closed the door. She gasped slightly when he bent down to take one of her nipples into his mouth while they waited, his fingers finding their way between her legs.

She shook slightly as he gently spread her apart, using her own wetness to allow his fingers to slide gently across her throbbing clit. It sent the first spikes of hard pleasure through her while she stood there. The steam circled and threatened invade her pores, warming her body bit by bit from the outside while Gray stoked the furnace inside of her, bringing it to life with a swift, roaring intensity that she’d never been able to mimic when doing it herself.

He pushed her into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her, but not before he got in one last playful smack of her rear. Kelly bit her lip, loving the way he seemed to enjoy her body. She’d never considered herself to be overly attractive, though she knew she wasn’t ugly either. Kelly had just always been…average.

She wasn’t skinny, but she wore her curves well, proud of them and not caring what anyone else thought, even if she wasn’t perhaps as curvy as some of the other women. Her breasts were, once again, average, but she didn’t complain about their size. She could give herself nice cleavage, but they didn’t give her back pain. It was a good tradeoff.

And on top of it all, Gray seemed to like it, if the way he looked and touched her was any indication. The steamy water poured over her now, sluicing away all the grime she felt she’d accumulated over the past few days, even though she’d showered at their place each day. After all, there was just something about showering at home that was always more clean feeling.

There was a little rasp of curtain on tub and then suddenly she wasn’t alone in the shower.

“Oh,” she said with a little meep as Gray stepped up behind her, pulling her tight to him. She felt his firm, hard skin, the muscles of his chest and stomach as hard as—

“Hello,” she said with a little grin as something else rock hard pressed into her. She moved her hips back and forth, feeling the length of his shaft rub against her. Without turning, she dropped a hand behind her and gripped him, stroking his shaft in short, slow movements.

Gray gasped, and she felt his entire body go rigid the instant her fingers wrapped around him. It was such an empowering thing to feel, it gave her confidence to continue forging ahead.

Gray, it seemed, was also given the same. His hands gripped her waist and spun her around, so that his back was to the shower. Then there was a pressure between her shoulder blades, and Kelly bent over, pressing her hands up onto the wall for support as her new position thrust her ass out behind her toward Gray.

He put one leg up on the ledge of the bath and with a swift flick of his hand, placed the tip of him against her opening, now soaked and practically pleading for him inside of her.

“Oh Gray,” she said, not feeling the need to speak anymore as he entered her from behind.

He went slow, extremely slow, giving her time to adjust without pain. It didn’t take long, her body obviously remembering it better than she’d expected. What felt like ten seconds later, but could easily have been minutes, he was buried deep inside of her, his hips pressed firmly against her ass.

She gasped as he flexed the muscles there, pulsing them, stretching her just that extra bit. A tremor raced through her body, and she pushed back against him, bouncing her cheeks off his legs. He was so strong he didn’t move, acting as if he were a wall. Kelly bit her lip, enjoying having the control for the moment, well aware that shortly he would take over. But for then, it was amazing, more than she could have needed.

“Oh fuck,” she yelped, taking bigger bounces, sliding almost all the way off him, and then back down until she had every available inch inside of her.

A hand smacked into her ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind that made her cry out.

“You like that?” he growled, leaning forward until he could place one hand at the base of her neck, his mouth near her ear, the warmth of his breath washing over her, sending a shiver from her neck to the base of her spine.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I fucking love it.”

He groaned and spanked her again, earning another cry from her, even as she kept sliding up and down his cock, feeling it fill her completely. The sensation built and built to a towering crescendo. Her body began to shake, her legs going wobbly. Gray reached out and gripped her waist, holding her tight as he took over, pounding into her relentlessly. It wasn’t overly hard, but just constant, smooth strokes that withdrew his thick shaft from her and then drove it back in.

The rhythmic ferocity of his sex snapped something inside of Kelly and one moment she was enjoying herself, the next she was fighting to stay alert as her orgasm exploded unexpectedly from between her legs, rip-sawing through her body with a furor she’d not been expecting. Gray held her aloft as she trembled and spasmed through it, her hands and legs nearly useless, practically turned to Jell-O from what he’d done to her.

Her cries and shouts eventually dwindled to whimpers, and she sank to the floor of the shower in a pool of blissful delight, unable to even look up at him, her body just shutting down for several minutes as aftershocks went through her without warning. Eventually her senses began to return to her, and she blinked and looked up at him. He was blocking most of the water, but a fine spray was still evident at this level, and she had to squint to see.

“Holy shit, Gray,” she breathed. “I don’t know what happened there, but hot damn. That was intense.”

The shifter just stared down at her, trying to keep a shit-eating grin off his face. Kelly didn’t care; she would be proud of herself too if she could inflict that sort of pleasure on him.

Speaking of which…

She climbed to her knees, not an easy feat with a pregnant belly in the confines of the shower, but she managed it nonetheless. Her eyes were on level with his cock. With one hand she gripped his shaft and pulled it down to her level, opening her mouth and running her tongue around the tip of it, earning her a shudder from Gray.

Not wanting to waste much more time, she took the entire head of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue against the bottom of it as she went. Gray groaned and she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, seeing the blistering hot arousal within them, the lust he felt for her all pent up.

She pushed herself deeper into him, not breaking contact with his eyes as she did. He was so big she could barely get half of him into her throat before he tickled the back of it. Which was perfectly fine, because her lips couldn’t stretch much farther either, he was so thick. It was going to take some practice before she could go any deeper. But it seemed to be enough for Gray. His grunts and groans filled her ears as she worked on him, eager to please him.

Kelly knew she didn’t have to, but part of her wanted to do so just to reassure any lingering parts within Gray that she wanted him and nobody else. Taken as a whole, she could feel that he believed her, but it was only human—and he was half-human—to still have a little bit of doubt within him. But by the time she was done, he wasn’t going to have any doubts whatsoever.

Her lips formed a seal around him, coating him with her own saliva. At one point she began to move her hand in time with her mouth, stroking the lower part of him while she sucked on the upper. Her left hand reached up and cupped his sac, while her fingers pushed behind it to the sensitive skin there.

The instant she touched it Gray seemed to buck and almost started to fuck her mouth. She worked with it, staying in time with him, until he growled above her, his cock hardening suddenly.

She prepared herself, pulling him out and stroking him swiftly with her one hand while the other still pushed on that sensitive spot between his legs.

“You can do it,” she moaned to him. “Come on, Gray, I want you to.” Kelly punctuated her desire by looking up at him, letting him see the want on her face, the need to make him explode for her, to please him. She was a giver, and this was the ultimate in giving.

“Oh fuck,” he roared, and his sac suddenly tightened, an instant before the first jet of his cum splashed over her breasts.

Kelly kept jerking him off as he covered her chest. Eventually he drew in a shuddering breath and stood up a little straighter, indicating he was done. Leaning in, she kissed the tip of him, tasting just a bit of saltiness.

Then she stood up and moved him to the side, stepping under the water and letting it remove any trace of what had just happened, a tiny little smile on her face as he leaned against the wall behind her, breathing heavily.

“All clean now,” she pronounced a few minutes later, having quickly washed the rest of herself.

Gray, mostly recovered by then, nodded and poked his head out of the shower, grabbing a towel as she shut the water off. To her surprise, he then proceeded to carefully pat her dry, rubbing the towel across her until she was dry except for her hair. Stepping from the shower, she snatched up the smaller towel she used for that, wrapping her hair up in it while he used the initial towel to dry himself off.

“I have a suggestion,” he said tiredly.

“Which is?”

“Cuddle in the bed.”

“You sir, drive a hard bargain,” she joked, but her fingers found his and tugged him after her.

Together they went and curled up on the bed, his arms pulling her tightly into him as she lay on her side, resting her head on his smooth chest.

Not long after that they both drifted off into a nap together.