Free Grey's Lady by Natasha Blackthorne

motioned for her. “Come down here where I may pay proper attention to your beauties.”
    Holding his gaze, she lowered her head and licked her own breast.
    He made a pained face. “Don’t be a tease. Come here.”
    “Beg me.” She licked herself again.
    He grasped her hips and pressed his cock against her cunt. “Can’t you feel me begging?”
    She shook her head with slow, deliberate motions. “I’ll need to hear it.”
    “I could write you a bank note.” His eyes twinkled.
    “Oh, no, that’s not good enough either.” She rubbed her nipples, closing her eyes, letting herself shudder and squirm on his erection. He throbbed against her and she moaned with exaggerated affect.
    “All right, Beth, would you please, please bring me your beautiful breasts?”
    She opened her eyes. He was grinning.
    “These?” she asked, cupping them again.
    “Yes, smother me with them.”
    Leaning down, she let her breasts dangle over his face, teasing his lips with the erect peaks.
     
    A desperate hunger seized Grey. He couldn’t get enough of the taste and feel of her hard little nipples on his tongue. Straddling him, naked but for those pearls, she was everything he’d imagined and more.
    She sat back, resting her weight on her knees to either side of him. Her kiss-bruised mouth, the colour of dark pink roses, was open and laughing. “You will pay for that.”
    “Will I?”
    “Oh yes,” she promised, closing her eyes to slits as she moved backwards down his body, her silken mound brushing his belly. She touched his erection. Her fingers were soft and cool, and he caught his breath.
    She guided him to her cunt and lowered herself onto him. He watched as she took his length inside, inch by inch. Her internal muscles tightened and an impulse to come at once made him grit his teeth. His hands tightened on her hips and he groaned deep in his throat.
    Reaching backwards, she placed her hands on his thighs, stretching her legs until her feet rested on either side of his shoulders. Leaning back, she moved her hips, not just up and down but back and forth and all around, swivelling them like something out of The Arabian Nights . All the things one could imagine a harem slave girl would know.
    The sensation of her hot, wet channel twisting on his cock—not to mention the way it made her breasts bounce and bob and move in circular motions—made his heart thunder against his chest wall like he wouldn’t have thought it could without damaging itself.
    He should have known nothing would ever be predictable or simple with her. She could put her unique stamp on anything. Christ, the excitement was probably going to kill him but he didn’t care.
    The sucking caress of her orgasm caused violent tremors deep in his balls that radiated outwards through his entire body. He shouted as the pleasure of his ejaculation ripped through his cock.
     
    * * * *
     
    Leaning against the headboard, Grey tapped his fingers upon the coverlet.
    “You want to smoke,” she said. It was a statement, not a question. “Go ahead.”
    Her perception unsettled him. He knew it came from experience with men. In bed. When he returned home, she would find other amusements. And there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.
    “I can smoke later.”
    “Why should you wait?”
    “Because a gentleman doesn’t subject a lady to smoke.”
    “But I am not a lady.”
    “I hold you equal to any lady I know.”
    Sighing, she rolled away on her side, the soft, seductive curve of her ass moving beneath the sheet. He reached to caress it.
    “It’s ridiculous for you to deny yourself the pleasure of a cigar just because I happen to be sharing your bed.”
    His hand froze and he retracted it. How could she do this? Turn something simple like smoking a cigar into a statement of her self-professed lowly status in life. “Beth, don’t put this issue between us.”
    She sat up with such speed the bed rocked. “I must go soon, anyway.”
    “I know.” He traced a