Page 91 of Holding Grace
“So do you,” I gritted out, clamping down on my control as I slowly pushed the rest of the way into her, groaning at the feel of Grace’s tight heat enclosing me.
Grace closed her eyes and breathed as I held myself still. When she opened them and nodded again, I began to move.
She was perfection. Pure fucking perfection.
I’d never last, not with her inner walls gripping me, surrounding me with perfect pressure as I thrust into her again and again.
She whimpered as I slowed down, pinning me with heated eyes as she swiveled her hips to meet mine, wringing a grunt from me as sparks shot up my spine.
“You do that, and this will be over in about 30 seconds.”
“I don’t care,” she nearly wailed, squeezing me hard with her inner walls.
“Fuck, Gracie.” I threw my head back, fighting the overwhelming need to move, to pound into her and let whatever happened happen. “I care. You deserve better.”
“I have better. I have you. I need you.”
My restraint cracked wide right down the middle. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I pulled Grace’s ankles to my shoulders, leaned into her, and let instinct take over.
I stroked into her, driving us both higher, then higher still, my heart pounding, my breathing ragged and harsh.
When Grace cried out and I felt the first ripples of her walls around me, I drove myself harder, pounding into her as she fell, then finally, finally, letting myself fall with her.
Sensation hit me like a freight train, and I came hard, just barely staying upright. When it finally ebbed away, I pulled out of Grace carefully and levered myself to lie next to her.
We lay side-by-side, our breathing eventually slowing and evening out. I forced myself to get up and dispose of the condom, then made my way back to bed.
I lay down and pulled Grace close until she was resting at my side, my arm around her, her head on my shoulder, and our legs tangled together.
I tried to think of all the things I wanted to say to her, but my sex-muddled brain refused to cooperate.
“That was way longer than 30 seconds, you know.” Grace still sounded a little breathless as she brushed her hand back and forth across my chest. “In fact, I’m pretty sure we stopped time.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re right.”
Grace’s hand stopped and she tilted her face up to look at me. “It was good for you, then?” She dropped her eyes and shook her head. “What an awful cliché. Forget I said anything.”
Like that was happening.
I scooted up in the bed a little and propped my shoulders up against the headboard, lifting Grace along with me so I could look at her.
“Did you miss the part where I nearly passed out?” She glanced up at me then back down, so I reached out and lifted her chin until her eyes met mine again. “That wasn’t just good for me, Grace, it was perfect.”
“For me, too,” she responded, just above a whisper.
Maybe I should let it drop, but I couldn’t. “Where is this coming from, Gracie? I’ve never felt like that with anyone. You have to know that was special.”
Grace took a deep breath, then tilted her chin up to look at me fully. “I’ve never been with anyone but Seth. I didn’t have a boyfriend in high school and once I started dating him – or whatever we were doing – there was never anyone else. Until you.”
I tried not to let my surprise show. Grace was so amazing. It had never occurred to me...
“It wasn’t like this with him, then?” I wouldn’t have asked the question – couldn’t have – if I hadn’t already known the answer. Grace had a life before me – I knew that – but it would be hard for me to hear that she’d had such an earthshaking experience with anyone else.
Grace gave a cute snort. “Not even close. Not in the same universe. It’s just...” Grace sighed and stroked her fingertips across my chest again, seemingly oblivious to what her touch did to me. “I know you’ve probably been with a lot of women – I mean, of course you have, you’re wonderful – and you have way more experience than me, and I...”
I laid my fingertips on her lips to stop her.