CHAPTER NINE

Grady

She had no idea what she was doing. I mean, she knew exactly what she was doing, but she had no idea what she was in for. I was coiled so tightly, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever wanted a woman more.

Lifting my shirt, I could practically feel my ego growing as she let her eyes wander over my bare chest.

Hesitantly, she reached out and ran her slick hands over my skin.

“No reason to be shy now, sweetheart. I can see how turned on you are, and if this doesn’t start moving a little faster, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”

A nervous-sounding laugh escaped from her lips, and I caught it by pressing my mouth to hers. I had lost the ability to take things slow and savor her the moment I’d realized she was trying to goad me. That was what this was, right? She was trying to prove to me that she was good at her job. That she could please me. I could have saved her the trouble. I’d already told her I wanted to fuck her. Surely, she’d taken that and my constant hard-ons seriously.

My hands found the clamps that held her nipples captive and I released one, replacing it with my mouth. She arched her back giving me better access. As I tugged gently on the thin chain in my hand, she moaned and I flicked my tongue around her tight nipple. Hard and gentle. I was torn between wanting to have her and wanting this to last as long as possible. There was a vague nagging at the back of my brain telling me to stop, that this wasn’t part of the plan, but I’d deal with the consequences later.

“Oh, God, Grady.”

“Mmm, that’s right. Tonight it’s all Grady.” I released the other clamp and she yelped. I tossed it on the table. “You can keep the toys for your customers. I want to touch every part of you. And taste. And smell.” I inhaled deeply. “You smell like strawberries and heaven.”

“It’s the oil,” she stated, running her hands over her breasts until her skin glistened under the lights.

Stepping back, I watched her touch herself. Her eyes closed, and I felt almost like a voyeur watching her in a private moment. Another time I’d love to see her use her fingers to bring herself to orgasm, but tonight I wasn’t going to be able to stand on the sidelines. Not after she’d made a move.

Kissing her stomach and sliding my thumbs into the sides of her panties, I was filled with a nervousness I hadn’t experienced in years. Not tooting my own horn, but I knew I was a good lay. Women hadn’t been shy about telling me or their friends. My nervousness stemmed from wanting it to be good for her. That wasn’t something I’d spent a lot of time worrying about before. My cock was big and I knew how to use it — the rest had always taken care of itself. However, with Naomi I wanted to erase all the men she’d allowed a peep show into her most intimate parts. I wanted to show her just how much better it was face to face. Skin to skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I said as I cupped her face in both hands and memorized every inch of her face, from the light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose to the almost grayish hue her eyes changed to when she was turned on.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said playfully and moved her hands to the button of my jeans.

My cock sprang up like a good boy, and she took me in her mouth before I realized her intent.

“Christ, Naomi.” I gritted my teeth and did my best to enjoy her warm mouth without ending the night prematurely.

She ran her slick hands over me, coating my dick with strawberries and saliva. She made a swooping circle with her tongue around the base as she sucked me hard and then slid to the tip. Her big, gray-blue eyes looked up at me through thick lashes. Cheeks hollowed, hair falling around her shoulders − she was a goddess.

I lifted her up by cupping her face and nudging until she stood. Another time I’d let her go until I came in her pretty mouth, but not tonight. She licked her lips and I smashed my mouth against hers.

“You taste like strawberries,” I said around our clashing tongues.

“Now so does your cock,” she purred.

Sliding my hands down to her ass, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I backed us up to the couch and laid her on it. I shrugged off my jeans and boxers and pulled a condom from my wallet. She looked up at me while I ripped the foil packet and placed the condom over my penis.

“Ready sweetheart?” I asked, pulling her panties down while I kissed the inside of her thigh all the way down to her toes.

Her answer was tugging my weight on top of her, and I chuckled as I pressed against her opening. “Next time I’m going to take that tight ass. Toys are fun, but there’s no replacement for the real deal.”

She moaned loudly, proving my point as I entered her slowly. She wrapped around me like a vise and any notion I had that I could prolong this for maximum enjoyment went right out the window.