Greg readjusted his hand so that he could continue to caress her with his thumb while sliding a finger into her at the same time and guessed Lissianna liked it when she began to suck fervently on his tongue. In the next moment, she broke their kiss with a gasp and turned her face into the pillow. He heard the cloth rend and knew she was biting into the material to keep from crying out.
When she ground back against him, he groaned and pushed back, then moved his own mouth to her shoulder to nip her lightly, the action a sign of his need. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her warm wet heat close around him.
"Greg."
His name, a cry muffled by the pillow, was a plea Greg was happy to respond to. Retrieving his hand from between her legs, he caught at the frail cloth of her panties and ripped them free with one quick jerk, then shifted them both and entered her from behind. Greg heard Lissianna cry out, and he paused, fearing he'd hurl her, but when she reached up to grasp the bedpost and used it to lever herself as she pushed back into him, he began to move again. He thrust into her over and over again, then reached around to continue caressing her as well and heard the groan that came from deep in her throat.
Lissianna grabbed his hand again, her hold this time frantic, her nails digging into his skin, and he knew she was close to the breaking point. Her excitement excited him further, and Greg turned his face into her neck, pressing kisses there. When Lissianna cried out again and shuddered in his arms, suddenly throwing her head back to expose her neck fully to him, Greg didn't even think, he inhaled her scent, felt something shifting in his mouth and gave in to instinct, sinking his teeth deep into her neck.
He heard Lissianna gasp something, but didn't really catch it, then they both moaned as pleasure crashed over them. Greg's mind was suddenly filled with her; her thoughts, her feelings, her pleasure exploded in his mind, and he growled against her skin.
Greg had experienced this at Deb's, but it was different somehow this time. While it was overwhelming at first, after a moment it stopped being just a blur of sensation. He began to be able to differentiate things, Greg could feel her pleasure at what he was doing, separate yet mingled with his own and found himself experimenting with it, changing his rhythm and readjusting his touch to explore until he found the most effective caress, the most pleasurable rhythm for them both.
Lissianna moaned and reached up, arching against him so that she could reach his hair, then ran her fingers into it, caught hold of him and tugged even as they came. Greg pulled his mouth from her neck and cried out as he thrust into her one last time, his body vibrating with orgasm. He could feel her own orgasm quivering through her, muscles squeezing and twitching around him, then the door opened.
"Lissianna, Aunt Marguerite is heading to bed and wants to know-- Oh my... uh... Oh... er."
Greg and Lissianna had frozen at the sound of the door opening. They were still frozen in spot when Thomas reached the bed and finally stumbled to a halt. It was only then that Greg became aware that the blankets had slid down past their hips, leaving them almost completely exposed... which, of course, was how Thomas had realized what he was interrupting.
Sighing, Greg retrieved his hand from between Lis-sianna's legs and reached down to pull the blankets up to cover them both. He heard Lissianna moan deep in her throat as he did and suspected she hadn't realized the blankets had slipped until then either. Greg put his arm around her under the blanket and cuddled her close, trying to mitigate some of the embarrassment he knew she must be experiencing.
"Uh, yeah, this is kind of embarrassing, isn't it?"
Greg glanced back to Thomas, to see that the other man had turned and was moving back toward the door.
"Well, I guess this answers one question," Lissianna's cousin said wryly. "Greg has woken up."
Lissianna lifted her head to keep Thomas in sight as he crossed the room, and Greg did the same behind her.
"And I'll tell Aunt Marguerite she needn't come check on him before she goes to bed. He's obviously feeling much better."
Lissianna groaned, and Greg didn't have to look to know she'd be blushing.
"And I'll let Mirabeau and the others know they shouldn't bother you to say good sleep before they retire. I'll explain that you're... er... recuperating." He chuckled softly as he walked out the door and pulled it closed behind him.
Lissianna dropped back on the bed in front of him with a groan. Greg lay down behind her again, the action making him aware that they were still joined together. Beginning to relax again, he smoothed one hand soothingly over her shoulder, then pressed a kiss there before pulling his head back to glance at her neck. Greg was relieved when he saw that the marks there were small and growing smaller by the moment. Still, he asked, "Are you okay?
"Yes," Lissianna said quietly, then sighed. "Actually I
should have asked you that when I first woke up, and I didn't."
Greg smiled faintly. "You were a bit distracted."
"Yes," she said softly, then reached back to run one hand lightly up his hip and asked, "Are you okay? I mean do you feel all right?"
Greg chuckled softly, his chest rumbling against her back, then he assured her, "I'm fine."
"No pain, no--?"
"I'm fine," he repeated firmly, pulling her closer back against him. "Great, in fact. Now."
They were silent, then Lissianna whispered, "It was pretty bad, wasn't it?"
Greg grimaced into her hair. "Pretty bad" didn't begin to describe the turning. The pain had been unbearable. There were several points where he'd thought it would kill him. But even when the pain had ended, the nightmares had been just as bad in their own way.
"It was bad," he admitted, then added, "but worth it."
"You don't regret it?"