Kissing Gray was sweet and perfect and beautiful.

It swiftly kindled a fire in my body, making me hungry for more. But at the same time, I was very aware of what a raw moment this was for him. Saying goodbye to one girl did not necessarily mean immediately saying hello to the next. So, much as I wanted to run my hands all over the hard lines of his body, much as I wanted to straddle him right here on the roof, much as I wanted to slip my hand down his pants and see if the Kenai men were three for three, I held back.

Kissing was a big step for Gray, and it was one I was delighted to make with him. The softness of his lips on mine sent tremors of quiet bliss through me as his tongue slipped into my mouth and I sucked on it. I felt his hands starting to roam over me, down my sides to cup my hips, still light and tentative, but with definite purpose. Still, I held back, letting him take the lead, letting him decide if he was even ready for this. Though, I could not quite hide my own feelings on the matter, as I moaned into his mouth when his questing hands grazed my inner thighs.

I mewled and purred like a kitten as this slow, lovely treatment continued, always based around that never-ending kiss. Somehow, I made my way into Gray's lap, my back against his chest, my head cradled to his shoulder, twisted to meet his lips. Without really meaning to, I had begun to twist my hips as my arousal grew, unable to remain still against the feelings Gray was awaking in me.

It was the slowest and most delicious foreplay I had ever experienced, perhaps because I genuinely did not know if it would end in sex, and so eked every shred of pleasure from the lightest of Gray's touches. I would never have imagined that simple kissing could make me this hot, my panties already soaked through. I was now producing a constant stream of small, high noises into Gray's mouth, and my hips twitched and writhed against him. It was involuntary, but it soon produced results.

I purred with desire as I felt Gray's hardness rising against my backside, and tried desperately not to think about how good it would feel inside me. That might still be too much for Gray. But as I thought that, I felt Gray's hand on my belly, stroking downwards, slipping under the waistband of my pants, into my panties, and then--

"OH!" I couldn't suppress a cry as Gray's finger pushed into my slick entrance, and I bounced my hips, making his erection strain upwards in response.

Gray set about touching me with the same methodical diligence he had shown in kissing me. I squirmed in my seat as his delving finger explored me, then curled upward as he found what he was looking for, firing my G-spot into life.

I clutched at him frantically as he patiently waited for my convulsions to subside, before starting again.

Nothing would speed Gray up. He worked like a surgeon, delicate and focused, alternating attention between my clit and my G-spot, driving my body to distraction.

If at any point he had sped up, given in to my wordless demands, he could have put me over the edge in seconds flat, but those skilled fingers were dedicated to building me slowly to the point of no return.

I whimpered and gasped as I writhed against him, clawing at his arm while he teased out the most intense pleasure I could conceive. I had no idea what was stopping me from coming - each touch was electric frustration, stoking a fire in me hotter than I had ever known. I kissed at his face desperately, as if pleading for him to release me from this wonderful torture.

When the moment came, I don't think it was because Gray had done anything different, it was simply that my body couldn't take it anymore.

In my experience, the biggest orgasms balloon outwards, wracking your whole body, but not that. This one seemed to contract inwards, focused entirely on my center, like being pierced by a hot needle of pleasure. I felt I might burst into tears as the intensity shot through me. My clutching channel seemed to spasm in on itself, rippling with extremes of ecstasy as I whispered his name like a chant.

When it was over, I collapsed back against him, limp as a rag doll. He kissed me and I kissed him back. No words needed to be said, but I rolled my hips against him and felt his swollen cock respond with a twitch.

Without shifting our position more than we had to, I managed to pull my pants down around my thighs while Gray unzipped. I backed up and felt his cock, now naked against my bare ass cheeks, the heat radiating from it.

He forced his straining erection down, guided me into position, and then pushed slowly, inexorably into me. I heard him sigh as his throbbing organ entered my wet heat. Lost in my own pleasure though I was, I couldn't help wondering what he might be feeling now.

I turned my eyes to the horizon. It was still early and the city was still waking up and making its way to work as Gray and I began to move against each other on that isolated rooftop.

I could feel him deeply buried inside me, but as I started to ride him, Gray drew me back. I went where he led me, lying back against his chest, just appreciating the feeling of fullness, and the simple knowledge that it was Gray inside me.

Parting his legs a little so I slipped between his thighs, he took hold of my hips and began to gently push and pull me back and forth along the length of his engorged shaft. It was as slow and methodical as before, but this time, he wasn’t going to make me wait. With one hand he sought out my clit and, with nimble fingers, he worked me into a frenzy of need and I came again, my channel gripping and releasing his thick cock in frantic spasms.

For the next half hour - I think, time ceased to have any meaning up there - Gray brought me to climax after climax. With the application of his talented fingers and the drag of his thick cock inside me, he took my body to the pinnacle again and again, but always held back himself.

At first, I thought he was simply showing off his impressive stamina, or perhaps was just a very generous lover, but the longer we continued, and the more difficult it obviously became for Gray to hold back, the more I realized that there was a deeper reason.

This last boundary was a hard one for him to overcome.

As he started at me again, I looked up at his face. Behind the cheeks flushed with effort and the heavy breathing, behind the glazed look of concentration, I saw a look of almost fear in his eyes.

"Gray." I touched his cheek and he looked down to me. "It's okay. And it's time."

I thought for a moment he might stop…pull away. But instead, he kissed me, and thrust forward once more, lurching within me. I knew when the mental block gave way as a groan ripped from his chest and he finally let go, pumping faster, the even strokes becoming wilder, deeper, harder.

“Yes,” I muttered against his mouth. “Yes.”

He hammered into me, his heavy cock swelling to the point of almost pain, and then bellowed my name as he plunged forward to the hilt one last time, cock spurting inside of me in a hot rush.

The feel of it pushed me over the top one last time and I clung to Gray, shuddering with pleasure. I had had more powerful orgasms that morning, but this, the one shared with Gray, was the most deeply satisfying.

We stayed like that a long while, curled up together on that rooftop as we traded kisses once more. Finally, he looked down at me.

"Thank you."

There was nothing else to say and nothing I could add to it. Yuko had passed from his life. I had not replaced her, I was simply next. Which made me no more important, but also, not necessarily less.

Hand in hand, we left the roof and walked back down the stairs. We were both tired, but also exhilarated, and with no desire to go to sleep. We went straight down to the kitchen, where Tanner was already cooking and, a rare sight at this time of the morning, Hudson was at the table. They both looked up as we entered.

Tanner smiled at the sight.

"Welcome to the family."