Angel's Seduction-Part Twenty-Three
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His rough fingers pluck at my nipples and I lift my chest, offering him more of my skin to play with. His mouth trails over my chin to find the spot he had sucked on earlier.
“Please.” I beg for his touch.
His other hand slides down my chest and under the water to cup my prick. My hips rock up, thrusting me through his palm. The firmness of his grip makes me moan. His thumb swipes over the crown of my shaft and pushes into the opening. There’s a little burst of pain and I hiss. Greyson stills.
“Are you okay?” He pulls away from me to check
“Yes.” I nod.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He stands and holds his hands out to me.
Taking a hold of him, I allow him to pull me to my feet. The warm water slides off my skin. His hot gaze burns me as his eyes trace a path from my face down my chest to where my shaft rises from its nest of curls.
“No,” I manage to answer. “You didn’t hurt me.” After the cutting lash of my father’s whip, it would take more than Greyson’s touch to hurt me. I step from the tub and reach for the towel Johnson had left on the chair.
Greyson grabs it before me. He takes his time drying my arms and chest. I want to yank the fabric from him and insist that I can take care of myself, but there is something in his eyes that tells me he wants to do this for me and at the moment, I’m willing to let him. He kneels at my feet and starts to dry my legs. I play with the blonde curls on his head, running my fingers through them. I can’t get over the fact that he allows me to touch him. No one in my life before this would let me touch them. Maybe they were afraid my disease would rub off on them.
He tosses the towel behind him and grins up at me. “You said you felt dirty when the woman tried to put her mouth on you. How would you feel if I did it?”
Shock races through me. I didn’t know men would want to do that. I admit to myself there are a lot of things I don’t know. Greyson must realize that I’m struck speechless because he leans forward and wraps his lips around the head of my prick. Pleasure rushes through me and my knees buckle. His hands take a firm grip on my buttocks and he supports me as he takes my shaft deeper into the moist heat of his mouth.
I grasp his shoulder while entwining my fingers in the curls at the back of his head. My chin rests on my chest as I stare down at him. His sparkling blue eyes meet mine without shame and I understand that he’s getting as much pleasure out of this as I am. He increases the pressure as he slowly pulls back until just the tip rests in his mouth. I jump when his tongue teases the slit in the head, tasting the drops of my seed leaking out. He hums and the vibration causes shivers to trace through my body.
His hands teach my hips how to move. Does he really want me to push my shaft in and out of his mouth? I try to resist, but he’s stronger than I am, so I begin to thrust. Now that I’m supported by his shoulder, his hands glide across my body to find places that make my passion build.
“Greyson,” I moan as the fingers of one hand tap my opening. His other hand makes its way between my legs and strokes the skin there. I widen my stance and grip his shoulder tighter.
The finger pushing into my opening forces a gasp out of my mouth. He encourages me to rock between his finger and mouth. Sensations swamp me and pool at the base of my spine. I can no longer think, only move. His tongue bathes the underside of my shaft as he swallows me down until I hit the back of his throat. The muscles in his throat massages me and I am helpless to do anything except move as he insists.
One deep thrust of his finger and he hits the spot that causes my eyesight to cloud and my body to tense. “God” I cry out. Pressure builds and I can tell my soul longs for release.
Another thrust and rub against that spot. I arch my back, shoving my shaft deep into Greyson’s mouth. My seed spills from me and my muscles stiffen. All I can think of is the pleasure rolling through me. My mind blacks out.
When I regain my senses, I find I’m lying on the bed, covered by a sheet. Greyson is slowly stripping his clothes off. I shift and he turns to smile at me. The sudden need to share with him all the joy he brings me hits and I reach for him.
“Please let me give you the same pleasure,” I beg.
He laughs softly and shakes his head. “Tonight, you may do whatever you wish to me, Angel. Right now, I’m fine. I spilled my seed when you did. You’re so beautiful.”
Blushing, I hide my face. I don’t see the beauty in me, but I won’t argue with him. I watch as he washes and then pulls on the bell cord. Climbing in bed, he cradles me close to him. A knock sounds on the door. Johnson pokes his head in.
“Have lunch ready in two hours, Johnson.” Greyson doesn’t look at the valet. He buries his face against my neck.
“Certainly, your Grace.” Johnson nods and shuts the door.
My eyes want to shut and I fight for a few minutes. Sleeping in the middle of the day isn’t something I’ve ever been allowed to do. Greyson’s arms encircle me and his hands stroke my back.
“Relax, love. Sleep and when we get up, we’ll go to my tailors for some more clothes for you.” His voice bathes my ear.
“I don’t want you to be paying for me. I shouldn’t take anything from you when I haven’t earned any of it.” My breathing falls into the same rhythm as his.
“Your uncle is providing you with an allowance like he would with any heir. Maybe he’ll give you a little extra and Roberts can show you how to invest it. You can have your own money without relying on any one, not even me.” He understands and isn’t anger with my refusal.
Money of my own. If I had that, then if there comes a time when I must leave Greyson to save him, I’d be able to survive for a while on my own. A chill wracks my body and he holds me closer to him, throwing one of his legs over my thigh and surrounding me with his warmth. I don’t ever want to leave him. I know I’ll fight as hard as I can to stay with him.
“Sleep, Angel. All our problems will be solved in due time.” He kisses me and sighs.
I close my eyes and settle next to him. He’s right. I can’t solve our problems without facing them and right now, I just want to share his bed and his warmth.