The Satin Sash

At his newly gained access, he swirled his tongue up her throat to her jaw. She lowered her mouth and parted her lips for him. He groaned and slipped his tongue in, kissing her.

He pinched her clit—not too hard, but just right; right enough to send shocks of pleasure across her body—and she gave out a squeak.

He chuckled at her reaction, his words soft and indulgent. “Do you want him to do that to you, darling?”

He wore the most amazing smile. Each was like a little trophy to her; Grey smiled so rarely. Now his teeth glinted white against his tan and his eyes glowed like sunset.Another trophy for her.Another delightful feeling of satisfaction because she pleased him.

“Do you?” he insisted. He pressed her clit in with his thumb.

She bucked and grabbed his shoulders, gasping as she said, “Yes!”

“Ahh.”

Honey oozed out of her pussy, spreading moisture across his pants. Inside she was a firestorm, sensations ricocheting within her womb. “Grey, you’re making me want to come.”

“So.” He slipped his finger farther under her, into her slit, and watched her as he delved in. “Come.”

He found her favorite spot, buried deep within her, surrounded by wet tissue and cream. He pressed and stroked it expertly, burying his finger to the base. She keened and started to ride that finger as she would ride his shaft.

“Yes, yes.”

The abrupt, continual ringing of the kitchen phone took a moment to filter through her haze.

“Ignore it.”

She groaned and inwardly wished she could. “It might be a client of mine,” she gritted, trying to get off. He seized her waist with both hands and held her back.

“Ignore it.”

As she hesitated, he pitched his hips up and scraped the column of his cock against her.Toni whimpered, riding that move with a to and fro of her hips.

“This is all you need right now,” he rasped.

“Yes.”

“This is all you want, all you need. A big, hard cock.”

“Please.”

“Will one do, darling, or do you want two?”

He was humoring her, maybe even mocking her, but she was still seized with tremors as the answer popped into her mind.

Yours . . . Heath’s.

Oh, god, she was out of her mind, turning into a wanton, thinking only of coming, of being fucked and fucked and fucked.

Grey spread his thighs wide apart and angled her back a bit so he could grapple with the drawstrings of his pants. When his cell phone vibrated on the table behind her, they both went utterly still.

“Fuck.” Grey reached around her and pressed the answer button, his tone clipped, cold. “Grey here.”

A silence.

“Friday will be fine.”

More silence.

Breathless to continue, she slid part of her body between his legs and lowered her mouth to his chest. He caressed her back with one hand as she circled his nipples, teasing them with her tongue. The little pulses in her pussy seemed to come at the same time as the jerks in his cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.