Call Me Gray Ch. 04

Amanda led the way in, kicking off her shoes by the door before entering the still mostly bare living room. Gray admired her body as she walked ahead and gracefully lowered herself to sit on the carpet. How could he hold on to doubt when there was so much longing? He'd thought himself a loner with no family; and had even been comfortable with that reality. The situation and his own feelings had changed so quickly. Gray was compromised. He knew it, but didn't know what to do about it.

Amanda gestured for him to come over. After stepping out of his own shoes, Gray joined her. She snuggled against him; and they sat in silence for what seemed a very long time, though Gray couldn't sit like that forever. He was a man of action and results. The day was wasting away with a very trying time ahead of them tomorrow. He needed a task, a distraction, something physical.

"We haven't properly made up for our disagreement the other day," Amanda sweetly offered, noting his restlessness.

Gray chuckled and shook his head. "What is it with you and make-up sex?"

"Well... we argued a lot back in the day," she reminded him, her enthusiasm deflating a bit.

"Oh, right." He didn't want to fight and he didn't want to have pretend make-up sex. "So, tell me about the pain factor?" he asked, trying to be delicate with the topic. "Do you really like it to hurt?"

She was noticeably embarrassed to be talking about her sexual behaviors that he thought were unusual. She refused to meet his gaze. "Sometimes I couldn't go with you on missions; and I'd miss you."

"How does rough sex help with that?"

"I've always been tight and a bit small inside. So, the pain would last a while. I know it sounds really sick or something, but...it helps me feel better."

Gray understood the point she was trying to make, but it only further solidified to him that she had spent way too much time in the marriage waiting for her husband to return and craving a real connection with him beyond the world of espionage. He wanted to tell her that he didn't think it was healthy for them to act that way, but couldn't deny that he had actually enjoyed the frantic pace of their passion at the hospital.

"Sex does not have to be a defense mechanism or a problem solver."

"Better than it being a farce," she muttered and started to pull away. Gray caught her allegation and grabbed for her, pulling her back to him before she could get far. "Don't lecture me," she warned, easily on the verge of hostility. With him still feeling a bit weak, it wouldn't take much for her to break away.

"Hey. I think we both need to cut the other some slack," Gray said sternly. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm concerned about you. Hell, I'm concerned about myself. This whole situation has grown far more complicated and messy than I like."

She shrugged angrily, squirming in his embrace and shifting on his lap. "For a man, you sure like to talk a lot," she said nastily.

Gray let her go, sighing with audible irritation as she headed for the staircase and stomped up to the top floor. He stared at the nearest light-rose-colored wall, thinking about the complexities of women and Amanda's profound ability to influence him. Admittedly, even though he was furious with her, there were undeniable urges to comfort, console and fuck her senseless. Now he had to decide if he wanted to suppress those desires on principle or just give in to her. It proved to be a short and pointless internal debate.

Damn! It seemed Amanda always got what she wanted.

Gray took a few moments to calm down before following to the top floor where he found her stretched out on her side atop of the new bed. He told her from the doorway, "I really don't want us to be the way we were back then. I don't like the arguing."

"Maybe this was a mistake," she replied instantly. "You were happy enough without me and Aaron interfering."

What could he say to that? Ignorance was bliss, in a way, but also lonely. He couldn't stand those circumstances now. Gray joined her at the bed, crawling up to snuggle against her back and bottom. He draped his arm over her middle. "You can't give up on me now, Amanda."

"I know. I know," she said in a drained tone. "You are just so infuriating."

"And handsome," he interjected, causing her to laugh.

"And sexy," she further listed, "for your age."

The last addition made Gray groan with offense. "You are so cruel, my love. We're going to need years of therapy."

"I know."

The talking ended, soon to be replaced with kisses and caresses, her coveted flurry that trailed the raging storm. They undressed each other in sections, removing clothes as their hands and mouths moved eagerly downward. Amanda reached his jeans zipper first, releasing his semi-erect penis from the confinement only to go after it fervently with her mouth. She was kneeling beside him, her ass poking up in the air to taunt at him, still packed neatly in her jeans.

Her lips, tongue and cheeks clenched his shaft firmly as she slid over him, bathing the head and length with her warm saliva. Gray shuddered, his muscles tightening then relaxing as he surrendered himself to her attentions. He reached for her buttocks, rubbing the sexy mounds through the jean material in a pace matching her strokes on his hardening erection. His other hand slipped between her thighs to press up against her sweet spot.

The talents he'd always assumed she possessed for oral pleasure were demonstrated on him with great acclaim. Amanda used her lips and light jaw pressure to knead the shaft to its tallest and thickest. Her tongue licked and slithered across the most sensitive areas of his penis, teasing him closer and closer to release and lapping up the pre-cum that leaked from the swollen head before adopting the standard bobbing motion. Very quickly, she was taking his member deep into her throat with the enthusiasm of a starving woman. Meanwhile she rocked on her knees, grinding her own pelvis against the length of his hand as Gray rubbed her.

Her usual sounds of rapture were trapped in her throat, escaping randomly to mangled result. Gray made his own moans and growls, warning her almost too late of his climax. She expertly swallowed the hot stream of his release before throwing back her head in a loud climatic moan.

Collapsing at Gray's side, Amanda snuggled up against him, running her fingernails across his chest in unpredictable patterns. She nibbled on his shoulder, giggling with each of his satisfied sighs.

Gray went to work removing the remainder of her clothes and spreading kisses over the warm, newly revealed flesh. Amanda lifted her hips enough to help him slide the jeans and panties off then resettled, letting her knees fall back to open up for him to view and investigate.

Gray discarded his own attire before rolling back to her. He gave her breasts attention with his mouth as his left hand cupped the mound between her legs. Knowing that she was probably still sensitive, he started with light pressure on her outer labia, working his hand in a gentle, circular motion. If her abundant lubrication was any indication, he didn't think it would take much to push her to orgasm again. So, he didn't dawdle on her luscious breasts too long before shifting down to position his head between her thighs.

Amanda growled loudly with the first touch of his tongue on her delicate folds. He licked the length of her slit, circled her clitoris a few times without directly touching it, feeling her thighs shudder on either side of his head. He slipped a finger into her tight opening, purposely aiming for the sensitive spot just inside, which he began to massage. His tongue teased, tickled and circled her clitoris as she began to lift up off the bed to meet him. She begged moments later in the throws of chaotic bliss, "Finish me, please!"

Gray inserted another finger, adding its strength to the other as he rigorously thrust them in and out of her at an angle that he believed would graze her g-spot. His tongue lapped at her bud which was an angry red color. Amanda gripped handfuls of the blankets as her head tossed slowly from side to side. Finally her whole body seized and she screamed loud and long, coming down in octaves until she ended in a low whimper of satisfaction. In all it was a powerful sound, chilling and extremely rewarding to Gray's self-esteem.

He moved with care, lowering his body onto hers for both closeness and warmth. His reawakened erection nestled against the welcoming, wet heat between her thighs, bumping her gently just in case she wasn't aware it was there. He crowned both hard nipples with a kiss before bringing his mouth down on hers for a long, lazy bit of lip-action, which she returned fervently.

"Amazing," she whispered drowsily.

"I think I wore you out," he mused, pushing strands of her hair away from her face.

"I feel that," she said, bucking just enough under his weight to emphasize where his erection touched her. "At your age, we really shouldn't waste a perfectly spry hard-on."

He laughed, getting a feel for what it must have been like for them before the marriage when words were all they had to affect each other. He wasn't so wounded this time. "It will be slow and sweet," he warned her. "So, no napping."

Amanda agreed and suggested a spooning position, which Gray wasn't adverse to in the least. His hands would have access to her breasts and clitoris with the added bonus of her butt pressed up against him. Gray shifted off of her so she could turn on her side then he drew up behind her, placing the head of his penis at her slick vaginal opening and thrusting forward into the petite space. As he promised, he went slow, enjoying the warmth and tightness of her womb with each gliding motion as he licked and nibbled at the flesh of her back and reached around to pinch and tease her pink areolas in turn.

"Someday soon, we're going to do this minus the fighting first," he pledged.

Amanda seemed to melt against him. Even in her tired state, she was actively flexing her pelvic muscles around his penis. "I'll hold you to that," she replied, her voice laden with lust. "Perhaps we should try something daring tomorrow at the office. We can fuck in a frenzy on top of your desk."

Gray was so stunned that he nearly lost the rhythm of his stroke. He would never do such a thing at the agency; yet, her suggestion stirred up erotic imagery in his mind so vivid that Gray was feeling both ashamed and perversely aroused in consecutive moments. The pace of his thrusts picked up then and Amanda moaned encouragingly. "I always thought you might be a closet deviant," she said, chuckling through her own increased breathing.

His hand left her breasts, skimming down her abs and stomach to caress between her thighs. Amanda raised her leg just enough to grant him easier access and not throw off his urgent plunges into her exquisite channel. He cupped her sex, applying pressure with his palm to the clitoral area while gripping her hip with the other hand for leverage.

Gray was getting incredibly close to climaxing. "Come with me," he urged, amazed that words actually made it from his lips since he was so focused on the final, building instants before his own release. She began to buck hurriedly against him. Then almost instantly Amanda broke into a wave of violent shudders and her inner walls flexed erratically, forcing Gray over the edge. He buried his length deeply into her as a tremendous jolt went through him, energizing his senses and temporarily blacking out his vision.

The sounds of the bed moving and their sighs of pleasure were quickly replaced with heavy panting. Amanda purred within his loosening embrace, "I think we can consider the bed broken in now."

"I think so too," he said, licking and nibbling as he worked his way up to her shoulder and across to the base of her neck. "Sometime soon we should break in the kitchen table."

"Oh yeah," she agreed with a giggle; "and the counter."

As was their custom, they retired to the bathroom to clean up before stretching out on the bed to relax for a bit. It was then that Gray made what he felt was a very important request in his personal undertaking to find the truth about his past. "Amanda," he said, aware by her drooping eyelids and slowed breathing that she wasn't far from that nap, "tell me my name- my real name."

Her spectacular eyes reopened and focused on him. "I'll tell you, but you must understand that my family has worked really hard to protect your identity. My father kept you on the payroll of the front company and even arranged to have your taxes filed each year. As far as the world is concerned, you are living and working in Los Angeles."

"I thought we would be ghosts," he said, "expunged from the system to put us out of the reach of dangerous individuals."

"Oh no," she said, shaking her head with extra emphasis. "We protect ourselves, using aliases and codenames on every mission. Aaron broke that rule when he suggested my name to your Mr. Red to put on the paperwork. Then he did it again when he introduced himself to me as your coworker. It appears he has been away from my father's security protocols much too long."

"He is a bit of a screw up," Gray said honestly, "but he's talented."

Amanda nodded, looking sentimental as she thought of Aaron. "He's charismatic and very good at long term undercover assignments- better than I proved to be."

Gray wasn't going to turn his critiquing skills on her. If she hadn't slipped enough for him to realize she was pretending to have amnesia, who knew how long their roleplay would have persisted. He genuinely liked having everything out in the open. "I promise to be careful," he concluded.

Convinced of his sincerity, she responded without reservation. "Collin," she said reverently, "Collin Byrne."

Gray repeated the name several times in his mind, but only once orally. He was disappointed that the name didn't instantly spark some recognition or distinct rightness, in him. Gray shook his head, feeling his features deepen into a telling frown.

"Nothing?" Amanda asked tentatively, searching his expression.

"Maybe some day."

Gray wasn't always a patient man, but how could he rush the process of remembering himself when he didn't fully understand how he came to be lost in the first place.