Grey's Lady by Natasha Blackthorne

further than Baltimore.”
    “If these damned wars ever end, perhaps I’ll take you for a tour of Europe.” He trailed his fingers over her quim. “Would you like that?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    He looked up at her, his eyes glittering with passion. “Then consider it a promise.”
    Happy warmth suffused her and she laughed, pretending for a moment that he meant it and they had a future together. That they could build a home together based on love and comfort. Her secret dream. She had never known who her own father was and her mother had died giving birth to Beth. Denied a home by her mother’s legal husband, Beth had grown up under the care of her mother’s employer, a very proper Philadelphian lady who had seen to Beth’s material needs and education but held herself at an emotional distance.
    Beth had reconnected with her older half-siblings once she’d come of age and she’d worked hard to prove herself working in the family shop. But she still felt a stranger amidst their rowdy brood most of the time. She’d never felt at home anywhere. She suspected she never would.
    “When do you have to leave?” he asked, his hand moving low along her stomach.
    “I should return at nine.”
    “Then we still have time left.” He stroked her nether lips with feathery motions. “How many times can you come, Beth?”
    “I don’t know…twice…three times, maybe, on the odd occasion.” Well, she had come three times during the act—once.
    “No.” He slid his fingers into her slick channel. “I mean, how many times can you come before you can’t come any more? Before you’re exhausted and can’t move?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, laughing at his question. How could there even be time during a fuck to come more than three times?
    “Didn’t you ever wonder?”
    “Uh…umm…no.”
    “It is a question that I’ve pondered often in the time that I’ve known you.” He moved his fingers within her until her hips were dancing in tune with their motion. “I propose that we spend the remainder of the evening finding out.”
    He pressed a kiss to the centre of her cunt, right on her most sensitive nub, and she gasped. Then he took hold of both her ankles, pulling her legs about his waist with such haste that she gasped. He stroked his tanned hand over her pale inner thigh, with painful slowness, to the soft hair at her juncture. He traced the plump outer cunt lips, parted them, then rubbed his cock against her throbbing bud in slow, silken circles.
     “Please…” She grasped his shoulders, seeking to pull him up level with her. “Please, be inside me.”
    He slid to her entrance. “Is this what you need, Beth?”
    “Yes…” Her breath caught, for he was filling her. “Oh God…yes. Yes!”
    He took her then, the fast, furious pace driving her into a vortex of ecstasy.
    When she opened her eyes, his lips were moving on her breasts, his tongue laving her nipples. He was still hard and pulsing within her…and it began all over again. And again. Unending. He taught her a whole new meaning to the word ‘stamina’. He kissed and petted and fucked her until she couldn’t come any more.
    Until she couldn’t move.
    And she had no idea how many times. Numbers and pleasure did not seem to be compatible in her brain.
    However, he hadn’t come. He lay panting against her ear, hard and pulsing within her. He wrapped her hair around his hand twice, held her head up and kissed her with such ardour it felt like he was sucking her breath away.
    “I don’t think I can get enough of you.” His voice was charged with passion and somehow, she’d no idea how, it wrung an instant, heated response from her. She wanted him, needed him as if she’d never had him.
    “Come inside me this time,” she said.
    “Are you sure, darling?” He caressed the hair off her forehead. He took her hand, kissed it, then pressed it to his cheek. His eyes shone like silver stars.
    “I am.” She panted with desire. “Just this