Page 90 of Holding Grace
This woman would have me coming in my shorts if I wasn’t very, very careful.
“Not yet, sweet Gracie. I need to make you feel good first.”
Grace’s little moue of protest faded as I slipped her shorts and panties off her, then moved on top of her.
“I need you to tell me if there’s anything you don’t like. If there’s anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I...” Grace’s reply cut off as I took one rosy-pink nipple in my mouth, sucking gently while I brushed my fingertips back and forth across the other. She pushed her hips up into me and I knew before she said the words, though I still loved hearing them.
“That’s...” She gripped my head, holding it to her. “God, Michael, that’s so...” She broke off, swiveling her hips up into me again.
“Good?” I supplied. She was so damn responsive.
“So good. Too good. I need more.”
“Where, Gracie?” I whispered against her skin as I skimmed one hand down to rest on her hip. “Where do you want more?”
“Everywhere.” She reached down, guiding my hand to her center. “I want you, Michael,” she moaned.
“Patience, sweetheart.” I hooked one leg over hers, nudging her legs apart for me, and slowly, slowly dragged my fingertips over her center, teasing both of us. “You’ll have me. As many times as you want me.” For as long as you want me. “Let me do this for you first.”
I slid my fingers down, reveling in her slickness, loving the way her breath hitched in reaction to my touch. I circled Grace’s hard little bud with my fingertips and her legs fell open wider for me.
I kissed along her neck and shoulder, nipping at the soft spot behind her ear that had tormented me for so long, then returned to her nipples, tugging gently at them with my teeth.
All while relentlessly stroking that sweet little spot between Grace’s legs, soft, then hard, pushing her closer and closer toward the edge as she rocked her hips in rhythm with my touch.
She grabbed my wrist, gripping it tight, holding my hand to her and I knew she was right there.
“I need...” She was breathless, pleading. “Michael, please...”
I pushed two fingers inside her hot, silky center and her walls clenched hard around them. She held tight to my back, digging her nails in while I relished their bite. I stayed with her as she clung to me, riding out her orgasm with open abandon that made me harder than I’d ever been in my life.
When she started to come down, I pulled her into me, holding her tight while the last of the shudders made their way through her body. As they did, she pulled back a little, tilting my head down to hers and kissing me while she stroked her hands through my hair.
There was so much more that I wanted from her, with her, but this, just this, was far more than I’d ever thought I’d have.
I wanted to stop this moment in time, savor it, freeze it, so I could take it out later if and when Grace was gone from my life, and remember its sweetness.
Grace was having none of it.
“I need you inside me,” she demanded, her warm breath on my ear. “Right now.”
I couldn’t stop my smile as I pulled back. “Whatever you need, sweetheart, I’m your man.” I was, in more ways than she knew.
I stood and pushed my shorts and briefs off, conscious of Grace’s eyes stroking over me. I reached in the bedside table for a condom and climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between Grace’s legs.
“I’m going to take this as slow as I can, Gracie,” I promised, running my hand down her leg. “It’s been a long time for me, though, and you have my control at the breaking point.”
Grace watched me, her eyes serious. “It’s been a long time for me, too. Whatever you need.”
“All I need is you.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Avoiding Grace’s eyes, I rolled on the condom, lined myself up at her core, then chanced a look at her. “Ready, Gracie?”
She nodded and I pushed forward an inch, then another, and another, wanting to give her time. It was hell holding back, but I needed this to be perfect for her.
“I’m okay.” Grace answered my unspoken question, laying her hands on mine where they gripped her thighs. “You feel so, so good.”