I heard a knock and I know it’s from Grey. I opened the door. “I told you not to-.” I was tongue-tied again.
He looks so fresh with his white shirt and white cargo shorts. A guitar clinging in his back.
He smiled.
This man is so stubborn. I opened the door wide enough so he could enter. I ignored him after.
I snatched the E.L. James’ fifty shades of Grey on the bookshelf and sat on the sofa- the other end of the sofa as he was sitting on the other end.
I heard him chuckle. I looked at him and regretted it. There in his lips was familiar, annoying smile.
I turned around so my back is with him. I was trying to concentrate reading, but he started to play his guitar.
And he’s got a pretty good voice.
I stopped reading and listened to him.
I'm hoping that someday, someday,
I'm gonna put a smile on that pretty face
Someway, someway, we'll still be dancin'
When we're old and we're gray
But I'm lookin' at you from the distance,
You don't know what you're missin' girl
Someday, someway, I know it's gonna be okay.
Oh I know it's gonna be okay.
He sounds so masculine.
I rested my head on the sofa. I closed my eyes unconsciously. For a moment there, I felt swayed. I dozed off.
I felt something warm over my face. I opened my eyes. Grey is leaning above me.
“How dare you fell asleep while I’m singing.” He asked huskily with that playful grin of his.
I looked down; he’s not wearing his shirt.
“Get off me you pervert.” I snapped.
He chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re angry like this.”
“Sanders, I don’t have time for this nonsense.”
“Oh. Okay.” He said and I thought he’d get off, but he leaned closer and starts to kiss my nose.
“hey.” I pushed him. What happened to my strength? Why the hell have I suddenly gone too weak?
He chuckled. “that tickles.”
I removed my hands away from his chest. he leaned down on me and whispered. “I want to do something.” And his hand moved over me.
“Stop that you pervert!”
He chuckled again. “You say stop yet your body disagrees.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer. He just looked at me.
“Please, get off me Grey.” I said in a weak voice.
“What if I don’t?” he teased.
“Please…”
“Okay.” He said but he didn’t move. “Later.” He added.
Before I could talk again, he claimed my lips.
This man surely knows how to harass me.
I moaned! Shit!
He nibbled my lips and I didn’t realize that his hands were exploring my body.
“Stop. Grey. Please stop.” I said, gasping for air.
“Later.” He whispered.
Shit. If he won’t stop right now, I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer.
He rolled me over so that I’ll be facing down the sofa and he’ll be behind me. He began to do his magic again. He breathed all over my nape and planted small kisses on it. And when he licked the back of my ear, the moan that I was trying to restrain, came out.
“That’s it. Moan for me Dean. Beg for more.” He said in a low husky voice.
I’m too weak to defy him. And I’m slowly getting high with his scent. He reached for my lips and kissed it as his right hand darted inside my shorts.
Shit. I fidgeted. No.
Since he was kissing me, the ‘no’ that I was supposed to say sounded like a moan instead. Sh*t.
Seconds later, I’m half naked only that it’s my shorts that were removed. He started to caress me.
He released my lips and went back on nibbling my ear. It’s like my strength was emptied.
His hand was an expert. I reached my peak and underneath him, I writhed…not in pain but in ecstasy.
“Grey…” I sighed.
“Yes?” He asked. “You liked it?”
Then he moved. He rolled me so I could face him. He then planted kisses on me.
He rolled up my shirt and kissed me. Then he rested his head beside mine and seconds after, he moaned. I felt warm, sticky liquid dripped over my belly.
“You’re spectacular.” He said panting.
What have we done?
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