your ass,” he whispers, as I
feel the thick head of his dick slowly sliding down between my ass
cheeks.
It snakes over my asshole, reaches my wet lips and
pulses hard with the throb of blood as it gradually disappears inside
me.
I gasp as he slides deeper, my vagina not quite prepared
for him, but quickly lubricating. Soon he's so deep that the flesh of
his crotch is pressed right up against me, his entire length engulfed
within my insatiable pussy.
Locked together, he feels perfect inside me, our shapes
linking like a lock and key. He stays inside me for a while, my ass
slowly grinding against him as his hands explore my chest, reaching
around and diving under my dress, past my bra, onto my breasts.
My eyes start to blur as I stare out through the crown
of the Statue of Liberty, the lights of Manhattan merging as one in
the distance. Gray starts to pump, slow at first, then faster,
harder, until my voice is bellowing and echoing down through the
spiral staircase.
My lustful song escapes the statue, rings out over the
island, but neither of us care. Down below, I can imagine Brian
standing, listening to what we're doing above, perhaps smiling or
perhaps feeling incredibly awkward and embarrassed.
But I don't care.
This moment is one that will lock down into my mind
forever. Sex in the liberty crown, with the entire island as our
private getaway, and the grandeur of Manhattan framing the view in
the distance.
It's perfect, exciting, exhilarating.
And soon we're both coming hard, Gray's pulsing groin
stabbing at me harder and harder until my eyes threaten to roll
inside their sockets and my voice has turned to a gurgle of moans and
groans and the odd word of salacious joy.
“ Harder,” I plead. “Faster.”
He obliges, and the convulsions run through me with more
power and force.
“ I'm coming,” I mumble, my voice caught between
breaths.
It spurs him on even more, and soon I know he's coming
too. The rhythm of his strokes change, growing more febrile and
frantic, his hands gripping harder at my ass, my tits, squeezing at
my neck and twisting my head round until our lips lock together in a
rough kiss of passion.
We reach a crescendo, both our tremulous bodies shaking
in unison, until suddenly the world begins to go limp, and he's
sliding out of me and kissing me deeply, more tenderly.
And the pangs of feeling engulf me. Take over my mind
and turn my lust and attraction into something more.
Because while the sex was amazing, there's no more
perfect a moment than tenderly kissing him after, our bodies drained
of fluids and our lustful fever. So we kiss, New York in the
background, and I know that I'm in trouble.
And suddenly Randall's words are in my head, his
warnings against Gray echoing inside me.
Because now I know what the warning was. It was a
warning against falling for the guy, someone so irresistible that no
girl could deter his charms. A warning against losing myself to him
and letting everything else in my life slip away.
But unfortunately, it's already too late for that.
I'm already falling into his trap.
Chapter Three
I don't hear from Gray for an entire week.
When I do, I know for sure that I'm already in too deep.
The reaction inside me when he calls is something I could never have
anticipated. My heart seems to swell with twice the amount of blood
as usual, and my pulse quickens to a point I'm not sure it's ever
reached.
I look in the mirror when he's ended the call, and the
beaming smile on my face also highlights the impact Gray is having on
me. I'm already at the point where my mind is constantly thinking
about him, and nothing else seems to get a word in edgeways.
Most affected seems to be my work. Or, should I say, my
dream.
For the entire week I find myself unable to be creative,
unable to focus long enough on any design to make any discernible
progress. By now I've found a suitable studio, have filled it with
materials and mirrors and equipment, and am all set to take the