Page 43 of Finding Grey

I released him, and a groan of displeasure made its way up his throat. Lying down, I pulled him over me until he straddled my hips. Then, I pulled his mouth down to mine before my hands went back to work. One returned to stroking him, while the other reached further down to fondle his balls. “I want you to come on me, Sean,” I muttered in a low voice. His lids lifted, and I stared into those grey eyes that had tortured me and seduced me and haunted me. “Mark me as yours.”

Sean’s face twisted in a grimace as he lost control, thrusting into my hand over and over, and then he came. Thick jets of semen shot across my stomach, all the way up to my neck. My body arched towards him, wanting to be covered in him, wanting to be his. Forever.

When he was done, he collapsed onto the bed, curving against my side with a satisfied sigh. Minutes passed in silence and a nervous tension grew within me. What if he asked me to leave? I didn’t want to, but did I have the right to refuse?

Sean rolled over, getting out of the bed, and my body went rigid. I heard water running in the bathroom sink and then he returned with a warm wash cloth. He cleaned the come from my naked body, using long, slow strokes. Afterward, he tossed the cloth back into the bathroom and crawled onto the bed with me. He pulled at the covers and I lifted my body, so he could drag them down before covering us both. I finally relaxed as we lay facing each other, our legs entwined, and his face nestled into the curve of my neck.

“Grey?” I murmured, the fingers of one hand stroking his hair. He hummed in response and I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m glad you told me.”

He tilted his head to kiss the front of my throat. “Me too,” he said, his voice muffled. “No matter what else happens. I’m glad you know.”

I went to sleep in the one place I’d always dreamed of being—Grey’s arms.