There wasn’t an if. Not now that we were here. I’d have her tonight, but it wasn’t just about getting off, scratching an itch, and I wanted her to get that. “There’s no rush, Grace Astor.” I smoothed my hand down her neck, mesmerized by her milky-white skin.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled her between my knees. I could see her better like this. I unbuttoned her blouse, raising an eyebrow when she tried to help. She dropped her hands and let me work the small blue buttons through their holes. I parted the sides of her shirt to reveal a lacey white bra. “This, I like.” I ran my forefinger under the edges of the cup opening, relishing the feel of the rough lace on one side of my finger and her smooth skin on the other. Her nipples pebbled and I resisted the urge I had to pinch, bite, suck. My dick pressed against the seam in my pants.
Fuck she was so sweet.
I tugged her shirt from her and reached under her skirt. “This room is so perfect. The carpet, the cushions, the comforter. We’re going to mess it up a little bit. You know that, right?”
She pulled the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, her body swaying slightly as I slid my hand up her thigh. “We’re going to fuck every which way.” I stroked the juncture of her leg with my thumb. My thumb slicked easily across her skin—she was so wet—teasing the edges of her panties. “Your juices are going to be everywhere, staining everything. Can you handle that?”
She nodded, her movement a little slow, her eyes a little hazy.
“And I’m going to come all over you. I’m going to stain your beautiful skin so I own you.” I slipped my thumb beneath the lace and into her folds. She gasped, grabbed my forearms for balance.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes fixed to mine.
I began to shift my thumb in small circles. The movements were wet and easy as slowly I edged up toward her clit. Her grip on my arms got tighter and tighter.
I was casting a spell over her, and the deeper under she fell, the more intoxicating I found her. The way she worshipped my fingers and what they could do was almost as good as if I were thrusting my dick inside her. I’d never experienced the euphoria that making someone else feel good could bring until Grace.
She pulsed beneath my thumb and my cock throbbed in response. Seeing her turned on, feeling her slippery wetness—I was being seduced. I was falling under her spell.
“I need more,” she said, pulling the cotton of my shirt.
“More?” I asked.
“Of you.” Didn’t she know she had more than anyone ever had?
I removed my hand, sliding her panties down, then unclasped her skirt, followed by her bra. My hands on her waist, I moved her to the bed. “Lie back,” I said, unable to look away for a second while I undressed.
“Yes.” Her eyes flickered between my jutting cock and my face. She reached out her hand. “I like this.”
“This?” I asked, kneeling naked on the bed.
“Us,” she said sleepily, running her foot down my calf then pulling me closer. “I like it when we’re close like this.”
My heart swooped. She was describing a pattern we had together. I wasn’t used to having patterns with a woman. In the back of my head I knew I should run, but with Grace, my head always got overruled. This was how it should be.
“And naked.”
I placed my lips over her small smile, grazing her soft mouth with mine. She hummed and the vibrations travelled straight to my dick. If she were any other girl, I’d have come by now. My cock strained for release, desperate for her tight, wet pussy.
I worked my way down her neck, kissing and sucking, wanting to devour her, wanting to make her as crazy with lust as I was.
I trailed a line of small kisses from one hip bone to the other, then dragged my tongue back to where I started.
She pushed her fingers through my hair. “My legs are shaking.”
I skimmed my hand down the length of her thigh. “That’s your body telling you how much you want me,” I mumbled against the skin between her breasts.
She moaned.
“But I want you to tell me.” I wanted to hear it. I needed her to know this was what she wanted.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Say it again.”
“I want you,” she panted. “I want you. I want you.” She writhed underneath me. “Please, Sam.”
I groaned.
Quickly, I ripped open the condom I’d pulled out of my wallet while undressing and sheathed my cock. “Are you ready, Princess?”
She looked at me from under her lashes and nodded.
“Flip over.” Maybe if I didn’t have to see her beautiful eyes fall half closed as I drove into her, I’d have a fighting chance of lasting more than five seconds.
She reached over her head and rolled to her stomach. Straddling her, I pulled her hips up, revealing her swollen pussy. Jesus. Five seconds would be a miracle. I pressed my dick against her entrance and had to pause. Just the wetness surrounding my tip was dizzying.
But something wasn’t right. I needed to see her beautiful face, feel her heat against my skin. She wasn’t someone just to fuck—we shared this experience together.
I slumped to her side and pulled her toward me, her ass in my lap, her shoulders on the bed. Yeah. I needed this closeness with her, needed there to be nothing between us. I sucked in a long breath, breathing the almost sweet smell of her hair. “Look at me,” I said, and she looked up at me. Fuck yeah. I pushed inside her, right up to the hilt, and nearly came as she caught her breath.
“You okay?” I asked.
“More than,” she replied, reaching for my ass as I pulled her closer. We were a tangle of limbs, every part of us interconnected.
I started to move in slow, small movements, hooking my arm across her chest and onto her shoulder, keeping her in place.
“Jesus,” she choked out, her eyes drifting closed.
“Look at me,” I said again. I needed to see her. For her to see me. I wanted to be reminded of our connection—to know it was real.
My thrusts became sharper. Her fingernails dug into my thigh. I hoped she’d leave a mark. Another rendition of ultimate bliss to add to my skin.
I found her clit and her lungs decompressed in a guttural cry, her mouth opening wide as I gently circled the bundle of nerves. Her muscles clenched around my cock.
We stared at each other, wrapped in wonder and lust and connection as the drag and thrust of our bodies wound us tighter and tighter. Our eyes never left each other’s as thunder rumbled louder and louder until interrupted by a crack of lightning. Her orgasm hit her in a wave across her body that covered me a fraction of a second later.
It was as if we’d been on a journey, a quest, weathered a storm—sex had brought us closer, bound us together.
“Tonight was . . .” Grace paused and looked up at me as if I held the word she was looking for. “More,” she said finally.
There was no denying she was right. “More” was exactly what tonight had been. More than I’d ever had with any woman. More than I’d ever dared to want. More than I ever felt possible.
“Thank you,” she said. “Not for the—well, yes, for the orgasm, but—”