The Marriage List (8 page)

Grey straightened up and led her to the bed.
He got on first and then gently pulled her down next to him. He
began by kissing her lips then kissing her breasts as his hand,
slid across her flat belly and disappeared between her legs.
Carrie's legs parted welcoming him. She moaned softly as his
fingers explored her warmth.

"Show me where to touch you," he
whispered.

"Oh…you're doing fine," she uttered.

"I want to please you, satisfy you. Guide
me," he insisted.

He moved his fingers and each time his action
received a happy moan from her. It seemed wherever he touched her,
she liked it. Then he hit the perfect spot.

"Oh my God! There. There. Just like that,"
she breathed, arching her back, closing her eyes.

Grey smiled as his fingers worked their magic
on her. Irregular breathing didn't stop her from reaching down and
wrapping her fingers around his hardness. She stroked him, amazed
at how firm he was until she made him groan.

"Stop. Stop," he moaned, placing his hand
over hers.

"Why?"

"This will be all over if you don't.
I'm…I…oh, God," he moaned into her neck.

Carrie removed her hand and focused on what
he was doing to her as her passion escalated, threatening to go out
of control. She ached to have him inside her.

"Grey…I…I'm…going…to," she sputtered.

"Come for me, Honey," he whispered in her
ear, his fingers disappearing inside her.

His words made it happen as her hips rose in
tide with his hand, her muscles clenched and she let out a long
groan while the heat of desire filled her body, shooting all the
way out to her fingertips and toes. When her hips relaxed, she felt
the fluttering inside subsiding. Panting, she turned to him and
kissed his lips softly, gently, putting her palm on his face. His
hand came up and wrapped around her breast as he buried his face in
her neck.

"Are you protected?"

"On the pill," she whispered back.

"I want to see you…touch you," he breathed as
he rolled over on his back and guided her on top of him. She
slipped down easily over his erection, burying him deep within her.
They groaned together as he disappeared inside her, her warm
wetness surrounding him, her muscles squeezing him gently. He
pulled her shoulders down to his and attacked her mouth with an
aggressive kiss, his tongue taking hers, his hands in her hair.
When he let her up, his gaze dropped to her breasts and his hands,
too, where they had free access as she moved up and down on him
slowly but steadily.

"You're…you're…almost too much…for me," he
choked out.

Carrie pushed her chest out toward him and
his hands continued to fondle her breasts. She picked up her speed
moving on him faster as he moaned louder. Finally, he tucked his
arms around her and rolled them both over until he was on top of
her. He pumped into her with furious passion, his face buried in
her neck, his arms bracing himself as she caught his rhythm and
they rocked together. Carrie arched her back as a second orgasm
claimed her body. She clutched Grey's shoulders, closed her eyes
and let herself go, her hips moving on their own in sync with his,
sounds coming automatically from her mouth. As soon as she
finished, he signaled his climax with a loud groan, thrusting
several more times before relaxing. Carrie felt a fine sheen of
sweat coat his back as she ran her fingers down and up his
spine.

His eyes closed, his weight bore down on her
some though he didn't crush her. The exquisite feeling of skin to
skin contact swept through Carrie as her eyes closed. A feeling of
happiness washed over her. Thoroughly satisfied, she wound her arms
around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Amazing, Carrie, amazing," he muttered.

She murmured something incoherent and stroked
his shoulders. They lay there for a minute or two before he rolled
off her and pulled her into his arms, her cheek resting on his
chest.

"Happy?" He asked as he palmed her cheek.

"Uh huh."

"Good," he said, closing his eyes, smiling as
his hand glided over her back and arms.

They lay in silence for a while. After a half
hour, Carrie sat up.

"Coffee and dessert in bed?"

"I'm stuffed, but coffee sounds great," he
said, sitting up.

"I can get it," she said, pushing him back
down on the bed.

"Not with that bad hand. Let me help," he
offered, rising and putting on his boxers.

Carrie threw on a short, silky pink shift and
walked ahead of him down to the kitchen.

****

While Carrie made the coffee, Grey washed the
dishes. She put on some music, picked up a dish towel and dried.
Again Michael Bublé's, "Haven't Met You Yet" came on. When Grey
finished, he took her by the waist and danced with her, twirling
her around the living room to the beat of the song. He pulled her
hips close to his and ground them together to the music. She rested
her hands on his bare chest as they danced slower, her excitement
growing.

When the song was over, she pulled him down
for a passionate kiss, while his hands rested on her breasts. Her
breath quickened. He backed her up against the wall as the kissing
got intense. Grey slipped his hand under her shift and between her
legs, his fingers looking for the sweet spot he found earlier. She
melted then reached for him, pleased to find him hard already. He
quickly worked her into a frenzy, massaging, then slipping his
fingers inside her.

"Oh, God…Grey!" She moaned, stroking him.

"Do you want me? He whispered, coming up
against her.

"Yes," she groaned.

"Say it, say it, honey, tell me," he
murmured, moving his fingers faster.

"I want you…I want you inside me…Take
me…
now
," she panted.

He yanked her shift off and picked her up by
the waist, setting her on the table.

"Lean back," he ordered.

She leaned her shoulders against the wall
while he put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs up. He
dropped his boxers, kicked them off then moved closer to the
credenza, positioned between her thighs and slipped himself inside
her.

"Oh my God," she moaned giving herself over
to the intense excitement he created inside her as she closed her
eyes, resting her forehead on his chest.

With one arm around her shoulders and the
other palm down on the credenza, he thrust into her hard. With
every thrust a small sound escaped her lips. He moved one hand to
her waist, holding her still as he pounded into her, sweat beading
on his forehead and chest. She raised her hands to his hair, then
opened her eyes, looking directly into his. His mouth covered hers,
his tongue took possession of her mouth.

The pressure inside her grew quickly. He
leaned back a little, staring into her eyes with a wicked grin on
his face as his fingers stroked her, stimulating her beyond
endurance. Her eyes closed as every muscle in her body tightened,
held, then released and pure pleasure flooded her veins. When she
cracked her eyes open she found him watching.

"You're beautiful when you're…" he started
but didn't finish. He grunted and picked up the pace, thrusting
harder until he exploded inside her, ending in a long groan.

The silence in the room was broken only by
their heavy breathing as the music had finished. She leaned into
him with a soft, sweet affectionate kiss.

"You're incredible," she muttered into his
mouth.

"You're very…sexy… responsive," he
remarked.

"To you…to you…oh baby," she sighed, closing
her eyes.

He wound his arms around her and hugged her
to him, holding her close. He stroked her hair as her hands slid up
and down his back.

Finally he separated from her, retrieved his
boxers, then picked up her shift, and helped her put it back on.
Grey slipped into the kitchen, returning to the living room with
two steaming cups of coffee. They sat on one of the loveseats, put
their feet up on the coffee table and watched the dying fire in the
fireplace.

Carrie snuggled up and nestled her head into
his shoulder. He put his arm around her and sipped his coffee.

"You know everything about me, so let's talk
about you," she began.

"Everything? Doubt that." He stroked her
hair.

"Maybe not everything, but more than I know
about you. If you want to have a family…kids and all how come
you're not married? Have you ever been married? You're thirty-four,
right?"

"Whoa! One at a time!" He said, putting up
his hand.

"You're thirty-four and never been married?"
Carrie added more sugar to her coffee.

"Right." His hand rested on her shoulder.

"How come?" She sat up straight and looked
directly at him.

"I spent ten years working my ass off, saving
every penny, investing to get where I am now,"

"Not an answer."

"Waiting for the right woman to come along,"
he replied.

"You haven't met her yet?" she said.

"Well…" he blushed and looked away from her,
directing his gaze at the fire.

"You haven't met her or you'd be married or
at least engaged by now, right?"

"I guess…it's complicated."

"I don't get it, why?"

"Trust me, it is." He directed his gaze out
the window, watching a sparrow land on a tree limb.

She shrugged. "When you meet her, you'll
know? Then you'll get married?"

"Yeah. What about you? Never married…" He
turned back to look at her.

"I didn't say that." She shifted on the sofa,
pulling away from him slightly.

"You've been married…and unmarried by the
tender age of twenty-nine?"

She nodded.

"Want to tell me about it?" Grey threaded his
fingers through hers, his eyes sought hers.

She shook her head. "Its ancient history, was
over three years ago. Not much to tell. I married a man who decided
rather quickly he didn't want to be married. He lives in California
now," Carrie took a sip of her coffee.

"He's not going to show up on your doorstep
and beg you to take him back, is he?" A rueful smile played at his
lips.

She laughed, "I doubt that!"

"I don't care about the past. I'm here with
you now and that's all that matters to me," he said, drawing her
closer, bending down to drop a sweet peck on the tip of her
nose.

"Same here. Do you want a bathrobe? It's cold
in her," she said, getting up.

"Doubt you have one my size," he
chuckled.

"But I do," she said, retrieving two
bathrobes from the bedroom. She tossed a blue one to him and put on
the pink one.

Grey looked at the robe then looked at
her.

"You have so many men sleeping over you
bought a robe?"

"And that concerns you, how?"

"Want to know what I'm getting involved in
here," he replied, putting on the robe.

"You don't think I'm celibate, do you?"

"Hadn't thought about it."

"I have…needs, just like you. I'll bet you
spent ten years sleeping with every female you could get your hands
on."

She saw the heat rise in his cheeks.

"That's what I thought. A man doesn't get as
experienced as you from reading a book or watching porn!"

"And you?" he asked.

"A woman never tells. I'm not a slut but I
have healthy…desires…needs... whatever you want to call it. My
past…you said you don't care about the past. It's now with you that
counts," she said, slipping her arms around his waist.

"Fair enough," he said, kissing her.

"Good. Let's get some sleep," she said,
scattering the smoldering coals in the fireplace, then taking his
hand.

"I'm spending the night?"

"You don't want to?"

"Try to kick me out," he said, pulling her to
him for a hug and kiss.

She pulled away, turned out the living room
lights and led him to the bedroom where she handed him a brand new
toothbrush she retrieved from the medicine cabinet.

"These too? You really are prepared for
overnight visitors."

She blushed.

"I like my men to be comfortable."

"Honey, if I got any more comfortable, I'd be
living here," he murmured in her ear, then kissed her neck.

****

Grey's phone rang and he reluctantly moved
away from Carrie to check it. Jenna.

"What' up?" He asked.

"Nothing. Calling to see how your new
candidate is measuring up to your list of requirements," she
teased.

"Jenna, this is no time for a question like
that."

"Is this a baaadddd time?" she said,
laughing, "did I catch you…at it?"

"Not exactly." Grey paced, keeping his head
down, looking at the floor.

"But you're with her, right?"

"Yes."

"And you can't talk."

"Right." He couldn't keep a note of
exasperation from his tone.

"Oh, goody. I have you right where I want
you. So, did you get to all
three
items on the list with her
yet?" Jenna giggled into the phone.

"I'm not going to answer that question," he
said, turning his back to Carrie while he felt heat in his cheeks.
"Oh, I see. So you
have
! Well, well, how was it?"

"Jenna!"

"Come on, you can tell me…great, fantastic,
terrible? After all, you're the one who asked me if I make my
husband beg for sex."

"Bye, Jenna. See you in a few weeks."

"No! Wait! Okay, okay. Just tell me if it's
going well. Is it, could she…be…the one?"

"Could be. Gotta go," he said and hung up the
phone, anxious to get away from his sister's prying.

"Quite a cryptic phone conversation with your
sister…
really
your sister?"

"You don't think that was another woman, do
you?"

"Was it?" She cocked her head and planted her
feet firmly.

"Absolutely not! Do you want me to call her
back so you can speak to her?"