left him shaking, the imprint of her soft, sensual lips not only on his mouth but in his soul.
His mind on overload, Gray greeted the friends who’d come to share the moment and offer good wishes…but all he could think about was the three days stretching out in front of him. Two long days and three interminable nights when his bride had vowed they’d devote twenty-four/seven to sexual fun and games.
An eternity during which she’d learn the hard way just how little he could do other than lie on his back and let her fuck him. Once they’d taken leave of their friends, Andi snuggled up beside him in the car and rested her hand suggestively on his crotch. A tear tickled his cheek as it made its way from his eye to his stubbled jaw.
Her brash declaration, “Your cock is my cock,” rang in his ears as he drove over the causeway to the condo where this whole thing had begun eight years ago.
* * * * *
The silence that hung between them in Gray’s condo was driving Andi quietly insane despite the sensual sounds of background music that surrounded them from all directions. After setting the basket of sex toys she’d bought on a table beside an overstuffed chair, she fished out several fat, fragrant candles and set them on the mantel.
She met Gray’s questioning gaze. “Tell me what you want.”
“Baby, this cozy honeymoon was your idea. You tell me.” Gray stood, his arm muscles bulging when he leaned on his forearm crutches. So far all he’d done was sink onto the sofa in front of a window that overlooked the Gulf, take off his jacket, loosen his tie, and fold back the sleeves of his pale-blue shirt. Now, though, he began a painfully slow trek across the living room floor.
“I want you to tell me what turns you on,” Andi said when he stopped and looked at her with what she hoped was longing…passion…desire for more than a physical release.
“You. Your pretty face. Your soft, soft skin. The elusive bit of lace inside your suit jacket that shows when you move in just the right direction. The curve of your ass and the dip of your waistline where a man could lift you up and…” His brows knit together, and the look on his face bespoke pure pain. “…hell, Andi, you got yourself one lousy bargain. I couldn’t carry you over the threshold if I tried.”
She wanted to throttle him for spoiling the mood with his self-pity, but she gritted her teeth and let the remark pass. When she spoke, she used a deliberately seductive tone. “Do you want to see more of this?” She unbuttoned the top button of her suit jacket to reveal more of the lace demi-bra he’d mentioned, pasting on what she hoped would pass for a sexy come-on-to-me smile.
He groaned, but his gaze held steady on her fingers as she loosened another button, then a third one. When the jacket fell open, his moan was unmistakable. “Yeah, baby. I want to see it all.”
“Then tell me. Damn it, tell me what to do.” If only he could get it through his thick head that he could turn her on as much with words as with action.
“Get rid of the jacket.” He sat, not on the sofa where they’d fucked the first time, but on a matching overstuffed chair. His crutches clattered to the floor, the sound muted by the thick, plush carpeting. “Give me a show I’ll remember when this is over and done. Be my own private stripper.”
His self-deprecating grin took the edge off. Andi chose to interpret it as the first sign that the Alpha male in him was rising up to fight the feelings of inadequacy that now lay at the forefront of his personality. “Yes, Master.” Only half teasing, she let the jacket slide down her arms and onto the floor on top of one of his crutch tips. “Help me here. What next?”
“The skirt. Unzip it slow and easy. Make me wait to see what’s underneath. Think about how hard I’m getting, just visualizing your pretty pussy. Are you getting wet, creaming that lacy green thong I bet matches your bra?”
She was now.
His mind on overload, Gray greeted the friends who’d come to share the moment and offer good wishes…but all he could think about was the three days stretching out in front of him. Two long days and three interminable nights when his bride had vowed they’d devote twenty-four/seven to sexual fun and games.
An eternity during which she’d learn the hard way just how little he could do other than lie on his back and let her fuck him. Once they’d taken leave of their friends, Andi snuggled up beside him in the car and rested her hand suggestively on his crotch. A tear tickled his cheek as it made its way from his eye to his stubbled jaw.
Her brash declaration, “Your cock is my cock,” rang in his ears as he drove over the causeway to the condo where this whole thing had begun eight years ago.
* * * * *
The silence that hung between them in Gray’s condo was driving Andi quietly insane despite the sensual sounds of background music that surrounded them from all directions. After setting the basket of sex toys she’d bought on a table beside an overstuffed chair, she fished out several fat, fragrant candles and set them on the mantel.
She met Gray’s questioning gaze. “Tell me what you want.”
“Baby, this cozy honeymoon was your idea. You tell me.” Gray stood, his arm muscles bulging when he leaned on his forearm crutches. So far all he’d done was sink onto the sofa in front of a window that overlooked the Gulf, take off his jacket, loosen his tie, and fold back the sleeves of his pale-blue shirt. Now, though, he began a painfully slow trek across the living room floor.
“I want you to tell me what turns you on,” Andi said when he stopped and looked at her with what she hoped was longing…passion…desire for more than a physical release.
“You. Your pretty face. Your soft, soft skin. The elusive bit of lace inside your suit jacket that shows when you move in just the right direction. The curve of your ass and the dip of your waistline where a man could lift you up and…” His brows knit together, and the look on his face bespoke pure pain. “…hell, Andi, you got yourself one lousy bargain. I couldn’t carry you over the threshold if I tried.”
She wanted to throttle him for spoiling the mood with his self-pity, but she gritted her teeth and let the remark pass. When she spoke, she used a deliberately seductive tone. “Do you want to see more of this?” She unbuttoned the top button of her suit jacket to reveal more of the lace demi-bra he’d mentioned, pasting on what she hoped would pass for a sexy come-on-to-me smile.
He groaned, but his gaze held steady on her fingers as she loosened another button, then a third one. When the jacket fell open, his moan was unmistakable. “Yeah, baby. I want to see it all.”
“Then tell me. Damn it, tell me what to do.” If only he could get it through his thick head that he could turn her on as much with words as with action.
“Get rid of the jacket.” He sat, not on the sofa where they’d fucked the first time, but on a matching overstuffed chair. His crutches clattered to the floor, the sound muted by the thick, plush carpeting. “Give me a show I’ll remember when this is over and done. Be my own private stripper.”
His self-deprecating grin took the edge off. Andi chose to interpret it as the first sign that the Alpha male in him was rising up to fight the feelings of inadequacy that now lay at the forefront of his personality. “Yes, Master.” Only half teasing, she let the jacket slide down her arms and onto the floor on top of one of his crutch tips. “Help me here. What next?”
“The skirt. Unzip it slow and easy. Make me wait to see what’s underneath. Think about how hard I’m getting, just visualizing your pretty pussy. Are you getting wet, creaming that lacy green thong I bet matches your bra?”
She was now.
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