Saved by the Cross (Cross 3)

20 - Perfect

Gray stood looking down at K. He knew verbatim all the reasons it wasn't a good idea to kiss her. In close to two months, his desire for her hadn't diminished. In their absence, it had grown stronger.

As he looked at her pink lips, her tongue licked them making his desire to taste unbearable. His head lowered on its own, and when he captured her lips, he felt things he didn't understand.

She met his insistence, and he savored her tangy taste, not sweet like in the car. He didn't care as his heart felt like it might burst out of his chest.

She pressed her body into his. His hands ran down the back of her soft blouse. When the light was right, he could see through it while she worked. Watching her, he was in awe of her skill and professionalism.

His mind caught up. "This isn't a good idea."

"I think it is. It's not like we haven't already."

"That was before."

"Before what?" Her hands moved towards his belt.

"Before I knew who you were."

She unbuckled his belt and started on his button. "It doesn't matter. Didn't you listen to the dinner conversation?"

He almost said he was too busy watching her. "It does matter." Her hand was busy making it hard to think straight. "Your family will never."

"This is between us, not my family."

She sank to her knees. She had never gone down on him before. Maybe he could be her plaything. Only his little head was thinking.

Fuck. She knew what she was doing as he came quickly. He immediately wanted to taste her. With his pants at his ankles, he shuffled her into his bedroom and shut the door. He shed his pants before working on hers. She bit her lip as she helped him remove her clothes.

"Lie down." She did, and he put his face between her legs and took in her feminine fragrance. "Baby. You smell so good. I want to taste you."

Sex had been gentle with her injuries, but she had healed. His tongue tasted her as she moaned; he persisted, sucking and licking. She bucked underneath him, like an unbroken horse. Loving his power over her, he smiled.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes. You are the most skilled I've ever..."

"I get it. I don't want to think about others who have touched you when I am touching you." Or ever.

Gray moved up on the bed to uncover and play with her breasts. They were perky with her pink areola perfectly centered.

"Don't stop," she gasped.

"You are perfect. Tell me how you want me."

"On top. Hard."

He smiled. "That's what I want too." He reached for a condom. He loved how she watched him roll it on.

Gray slowly entered her. He didn't want to hurt her as he remembered how tight she was around him. "Fucking perfect." He was in as far as he could.

"You are perfect." She smiled up at him. He kissed her as his hips moved. Once he picked up his pace, she wrapped her legs around him. Then he reached underneath and tilted her so he hit her most sensitive spot with every thrust.

"Oh. Oh. Oh God, Gray. I'm ahhh..."

He came with a force along with her. When he finally pulled out, he rolled over panting. She curled up against him. He could never stop, maybe if he stayed away from her. Her skin was so soft as his hand moved up and down her back. His mouth captured hers for a slow and sensual kiss. It was his attempt to tell her how wonderful she felt without using words. Words might make promises he couldn't keep.