Page 47 of Ever After

“Finley,” he says. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Grayson

Finley wakes early from a nightmare and cuddles down against me. I stroke her back and play with her auburn hair, trying to soothe her. It works for a short period of time, until my gentle touches and relaxed words change the atmosphere in the room. She pushes the blankets off us and kisses her way down my body, her fingers trailing behind.

She stops at my erect cock and takes the base in her hand, lapping her tongue along the tip. I groan and close my eyes, lifting my hips off the bed. Her tongue feels amazing. I thread my fingers through her hair and help guide her mouth down on me. She takes me all the way in and hums as I hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, shit, Finley, you feel amazing.”

Bobbing her head faster, her tongue slides up and down the underside of my shaft as she works me over. I lift my head and watch her. Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathing heavily through her nose. I pull her off me and look into her eyes.

“I want you to get off before I do. Can I taste you?”

She nods, and I push her on her back, sitting up between her thighs. Her hair fans out around her on the pillow like a ring of fire. I run my finger over her folds and feel that she’s soaked. She sighs and bucks her hips up to me. She throws her legs over my shoulders, and I hold on to her hips, pulling her close.

It doesn’t take long for her to pant and moan. With each lick and suck, I bring her closer and closer to her climax. She’s riding my face, putting me exactly where I need to be, and I watch as her body tenses and then relaxes, coming hard.

I smack her thigh. “Hands and knees, baby. I want this ass bouncing off me.”

She does as I ask, and I enter her from behind, feeling her tighten around me. This is what perfection feels like. She’s what I’ve been missing all these years. This perfect woman. I admire her slim features and the way her muscles flex when I touch any part of her.

“Grayson, please, move.”

Her moans pull me from my thoughts, and I move in and out of her, slowly building the tension between the two of us. I wrap my arms around her waist and have her sit back.

“Play with that clit for me,” I rasp in her ear.

“Yes, Master,” she coos and does as I ask.

I’m not even sure she realizes what she said, too lost in the sensations—but I know. It’s still the hottest damn thing to leave her pretty lips. I’d be lying if I didn’t want her to continue to say it.

I’m moving with her. My pace has quickened, and I’m holding out because I want her there with me. She’s squeezing me, and her moans grow in volume.

“Come on Master’s cock,” I demand, and she does. Her whole body convulses in my arms as I chase my own release. I hold still against her, giving her everything, filling her up. I’m never going to get used to how she feels around me. I let her go, and she flops forward, completely spent, on the bed.

“Grayson?” she mumbles.

I’m panting, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, baby?”

“Do you enjoy me calling you Master?”

I rub her back, feeling her muscles relax under my touch. “I’d be lying if I said no, but I don’t want you to feel you have to say it. This is the second time you’ve said it to me, and I’m not sure you realize it.”

“I have?” She turns to look at me, eyes wide.

“Yeah.” I lay my hand on her cheek, soothing her.

She’s silent, then says, “I don’t mind calling you it if you like it. I’d like to associate it with something kind and loving, rather than something so dark.”

“It’s your choice. You let me know what you want to do.” I turn and look at the clock. “We need to get ready for our flight.”

The rest of the morning goes off without a hitch. She changes into a sundress she bought at the store and a pair of strappy flat sandals. I refused to let her get heels in case she has to run. She leaves her hair down to air dry. The new color makes her gray eyes pop more than her natural blonde, and it’s breathtaking. She really is a beautiful woman.

She applies a small amount of makeup and takes one more look in the mirror. Our eyes lock as I stand behind her, and she asks a silent question.

“You look amazing. The hair color suits you.”