The Satin Sash

He silenced the remainder with his rampant kiss.Toni clumsily wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts compressed against his chest. She couldn’t think, breathe. Every inch of her burned. She wanted closer. Needed closer.

He squeezed her thighs with his big hands. “Wrap both legs around me, dirty girl.”

When she did, his massive erection prodded her sex. She let out a needy noise when he used the head to tease her clit.

He watched her with burning eyes, his chest heaving with each languorous move of his hips.The strong pulses in his cock vibrated against her pussy, making her quiver.

“Grey . . .”

“Want me in?” His voice was barely intelligible, rough as sandpaper.

“Yes!”

He drew his hips back, then rocked them forward. “There you go.” Her sheath parted as the head entered. “Nice and slow.” He dipped his thumb into her mouth.

Toni sucked on his thumb, her pussy easing around his shaft as he pushed deep.

His head fell back as he groaned. She moaned simultaneously. He started a rhythm, a slow rock of his hips that made her painfully aware of each inch he withdrew and each inch he impaled.

Gasping, Toni bit down on his thumb and reared up, drawing his cock in as far as it would go. “Faster, Grey.” She swiveled her hips, and a powerful tremble that seemed to affect the entire room rocked across his body. “Christ.” He flattened her completely against the wall and took up a merciless rhythm, one that wasn’t meant to please, but to take.

Toni grabbed his ass, glorying in each flex of taut muscle, urging him in deeper, meeting his thrusts with frantic swivels of her own. Each long, steely penetration had her writhing, the pressure mounting inside her, sending her toward an earth- shattering explosion.

The cup of his hand on her thigh tightened reflexively while the other still covered her mouth, letting her suck on his finger.“Is that how you’d suck his cock, hmm? Is that how you’d lick Heath’s cock while I fuck you?”

She stiffened at the startlingly erotic image, her momentary rigidity betraying her to Grey. And then she purred in acquiescence because, yes, oh yes, that would be lovely.

Her sex rippled around him, massaging his length, milking his desire. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked and tasted his thumb. Soon she was crying out mindlessly, moan after moan rising up her throat, muffled by his hand on her mouth.

He sampled her neck, tasting her, then focused his attentions on her ear.The rough velvet of his tongue swiping across the sensitive shell ignited more electrifying sensations in her. “Tell me you love me.Tell me now.”

“Oh, god, I love you.”

He grunted and kept pumping and pumping, all power and stamina, all bad and wicked, all hers this moment.

Her body contracted, the tension escalating. She came with a quick, jarring jolt, sobbing out helplessly as the swift contractions burst through her. Grey clamped her hips with both hands and delivered one, two, three final plunges. And the man newspapers around the globe had dubbed Glacier dissolved. His body jerked, a roar tearing out of him.

Still thrusting, he kissed her mouth as he shuddered, a sloppy kiss full of tenderness. He murmured something hot against her lips, but Toni could not understand his words.

She was limp against the wall, receiving his semen, entranced as she watched him come. To have put that twisted look of pleasure on his face made her heart tremble.

He sagged against her once he finished, then surprised her by pulling out and setting her away from him. He rested his palms and forehead on the wall a few feet away and labored to recover.

Toni swallowed at the absence of his weight. She wrapped her arms around herself and slowly smoothed the goose bumps from her flesh. Grey always coddled her after they made love. He would hold her so tenderly, coo at her as if she were a baby, tell her how beautiful she was, how hot she made him.

But tonight Grey snatched up his clothes almost immediately and disappeared into the bathroom. She deserved no praise tonight.

Toni winced when the door shut behind him. She heard the water faucet, the scrape and brush of his toothbrush.

Guilt and confusion swamped her, but she knew one thing: Grey deserved more than her silence.

Her hand shook as she turned the doorknob. Inside the small bathroom, she faced his broad back and reflectively said,“We danced. I was attracted to him, and it surprised me. I won’t deny it.”

He didn’t move, and when he did, it wasn’t to sneer or mock or lash at her. It was to meet her gaze in the mirror and nod in somber understanding. “I know.”

He didn’t say more and left for the bedroom. How did he know? How could he know? Had he seen her making an idiot of herself, turning to putty in his partner’s arms?

Distraught at the thought, Toni cleaned up and removed her makeup, scrubbing hard where he’d smeared her lipstick on her cheek. She brushed her teeth and slipped on Grey’s old Chicago Bulls T-shirt, loving that even when she’d been the only one wearing it for a year, it still smelled like him.