Read Any Good Books Lately?

After Gray hurried away from the Goddess Pond, he wandered around the village until night fell. The bag was stuffed in his pocket, bulging out oddly. He returned to the inn and went up to his room, taking out one small square and putting it deep in his pocket, and then stuffing the rest underneath his clothing in the drawer.

He went back downstairs and to eat dinner in the main area. Ann sniffed at him as she unceremoniously plopped his dinner in front of him, then turned and huffed away. Gray mumbled and slumped in his chair, shoving forkfuls of food into his face. He finished up quickly and stood up, scraping his chair loudly against the floor. He blushed as a few patrons turned to look at him curiously. Urg! It just feels like everyone knows what I’m up to, he worried to himself as he stomped up the stairs. He went back to his room and removed his hat, throwing it on the bed. He stood in front of the mirror and brushed his hair, then went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He wished he had cologne or something like that to put on, but he didn’t, so he just went as he was.

A few minutes later, he was standing at the front door of the library. He knocked softly and he heard scurrying noises from within, and then Mary’s face appeared through a crack in the door. She let him in, and once the door was closed behind him, threw her arms around him happily, smothering him with kisses.

She pulled away to catch her breath. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “You’re not wearing your hat.”

Gray sheepishly shrugged. “Nope.”

Mary took his hands in hers and squeezed them for a while, looking up at him. He was racked with nerves, but he managed to smile back at her. She shyly looked at the ground and whispered, “Well…would you like to see my room?” Gray swallowed and nodded, so Mary took him by one hand up to the second floor of the library. She carefully unlocked and pushed open the door leading into her house, and they went through together.

The first door on the right was her room. They tiptoed in and shut the door behind themselves. Gray stood for a minute in wonder, looking at her room. It was decorated very well. It was pretty without being too cutesy. There were lavender curtains dressing the windows, and the carpet was a deep shade of eggplant. The furniture was all matching, made out of a shiny mahogany. She had a vanity with a large oval mirror. Dainty bottles of perfume and lotion adorned the dresser top, and a silver plated hairbrush lay there as well. A small cream colored lamp on a side table was the only light source, washing the room in dim light. Then the bed…the bed…Gray stared at it, feeling nervous all over again. The bed was the same deep purple color as the carpet. She had several pillows of different shapes and sizes propped up against the headboard.

Mary gestured towards the bed, and Gray stepped forward stiffly. This was it…he was going to get into her bed. They each approached it from a different side, slipped off their shoes, and clambered on top of it. Mary sat with her legs folded underneath her, and Gray sat with his legs crossed. He picked at a stray thread on his pants leg, staring straight down. Mary scooted a little closer to him, and he looked up at her.

Her eyes shimmered with desire. His mouth opened a little in surprise. She sidled right up next to him, clasping her hands around the back on his neck, and making him gasp as she planted kiss after kiss warmly on his neck. His body prickled all over with sensation. Gray sighed and shut his eyes softly, letting Mary relax him with her kisses.

Mary kissed a trail from his neck to his ear, then along his jawline, finally finding his mouth. He accepted her kiss hungrily, pressing back into her and bringing his hand up to tangle gently in her hair. She moaned into his mouth at the feeling, and his whole body tingled again.

He brought his hand down to her shoulder, and with each kiss, put gentle pressure on her, pushing her back onto the bed. When she was flat on her back, he situated himself above her, nestling his own hips in between her thighs. He kissed down her neck to the curve of her shoulder, kissing her through the fabric of her blouse. His kisses continued to move downward, reaching her breastbone, where he worked to open the snap there. It came open with a satisfying pop, and realizing something, he gripped each side of the collar firmly in his fingers, and pulled apart with a little force. The blouse quickly opened all the way down in a succession of pops. Mary gasped in surprise and delight.

Gray kissed her all over her skin, then fumbled with the clasp of the bra. This one was a little different from the last time, and Mary had to reach down and help him undo it. It finally came open and Gray gently pushed the lace to the side, revealing her tender skin. Mary sighed in pleasure and arched her back slightly. He leaned in and kissed her softly, then parted his lips and traced a circle around her nipple with his tongue. Mary squealed softly and reached down, grabbing a small fistful of his hair. It didn’t hurt Gray; actually, it felt rather good when she pulled on it lightly. He kissed her with more passion and she tugged a little harder on his hair, making him moan in pleasure.

His hands wandered down to her hips and massaged there gently. He stroked his hands down her thighs, all the way to the hem of her skirt, then pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist. His rough, callused fingers chafed lightly against her pale skin. He traced them up to the apex of her thighs, and there he felt her panties. He looked down and he could see them. They were light pink with black lace trimming, and they felt incredibly soft. Gray bit his lip, overwhelmed by the tantalizing image. He drew his fingers across the moist spot in the very center, making Mary shudder. “Oh, Gray, Gray…” Mary whispered, enraptured. He continued to touch her lightly through the fabric. She longed for more, and thrust her hips up at him desperately, urging him to touch her with more pressure. He complied, mashing his fingers into the soft, wet fabric. Mary writhed in delight against him.

Gray was incredibly turned on as well, and his arousal was pressing in the downy comforter. He groaned in pleasure at Mary’s delight, and also because he rubbed himself against the bed at the same time.

Gray worked his fingers underneath the lacy material from the side, and slipped one finger inside her soaking wet flesh. Mary cried out in pleasure, and he moved his finger in and out gently, then with more speed. Seeing her react to his touch aroused him so much that his hardness actually hurt, feeling like it couldn’t get any harder.

He could actually see down there this time, and he was surprised by how it looked. It was definitely unusual looking, but strangely beautiful at the same time, like a pink rose bud. He licked his lips, and then tilted his head down to bring his mouth to it. “Oh, Gray!” Mary cried out in shock and ecstasy, as he explored the silky depths with his tongue. It tasted slightly sweet, and he continued to lap at it eagerly, amazed at what was happening.

“Oh…Gray, Gray…I want you,” Mary breathed, the desire dripping from her voice. Gray instinctively knew what she meant by that, and let go of the edge of her panties, the wet fabric covering her once again. He took his hands to the waistband and pulled them down over her hips, and then all the way off. He then brought his hands to his belt and began unbuckling it furiously, throwing it to the side with a clank. He unzipped his trousers and eased them off. Mary laid back, face flushed, awaiting him expectantly.