When brown meets Gray

He pushed me back on the bed, a slight smile on his face. “Relax” he says as he pulls my legs to the edge and drops to his knees. I look down at him between my thighs, bewildered and a bit scared, “I haven’t done this in ages.” Sensing my nerves and the overthinking I’m doing he massages my calves and kisses my knees. I continue to look at him, my eyes trained on his before he moves his hands against my thighs. Gentle caresses ease my mind, “a man is on his knees for you Lane, enjoy it!” The voice in my head keeps chanting. I’m lost in his gray eyes, they remind me of thunder clouds rolling in over a turbulent sea. He’s unconventionally attractive, young and strong, tall and solid but not bulky. His lips look soft and full for a man, his hair cut short and smooth at the top, my friends think looks akin to Bruce Willis, he just doesn’t want to look like Mr. Clean so he keeps it short like Jason Statham. He’s nothing like what I’m usually attracted to, he’s smart yes, but there’s something about how his clothes fit his body and how he smells. How his kisses taste and how my skin is on fire everywhere he touches. With strangled gasps I feel him taste me for the first time and I forget myself and those thoughts of unconvention. My legs bent at the knee almost like a shock to the system they tremble. He knows I’m nervous, senses my shock but plays my body like a finely tuned instrument. He feels me move to get more and I’m rewarded with fingers and more deep kisses. I have to stop, it’s too much! My legs begin to shake, my thighs quiver and close but he doesn’t allow me to escape. Broad shoulders keep my thighs agape, I can’t hide from him, from his demanding lips, probing fingers. It’s intense! I clutch the sheets in my fingers when he moves his fingers up...I’m praying to all the gods I know for him to stop stripping my walls down. The pressure starts building and I’m crying out now, his mouth closes over my sensitive flesh, fingers deep inside, finally I forget to think, hold his head in my hands as I grind against him. I need more! Give me more, please please! I beg the Gods, please don’t take this from me I plead. With a flick of his tongue and a bended finger, I become undone. It’s as if he knew everything I needed, he knew everything I was. There was no hiding anymore, he made me belong. With a smile and a lick of his fingers he rises, I’m a quivering mess, my legs are still shaking. In that moment I knew there’s no going back, I’m his alone, my body won’t recognize anyone else.