Page 26 of Amazing Grace
She needn’t have worried.
Molly launched herself across the room and jumped on Grace, wrapping her good arm around Grace’s neck and her legs around Grace’s waist.
She sought out Grace’s mouth, kissing her deeply, tongue sweeping and sliding over Grace’s. Molly tasted of mint — wintergreen, fresh and sweet.
Her body, pressed up against Grace’s was warm and soft. Grace held her while she fell back on the bed, enjoying how every inch of Molly’s body against hers felt.
“Watch your arm,” Grace whispered when Molly allowed her to come up for air. “It’s still broken, remember.”
“I’m fine. Shut up and make love to me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Grace said and rolled them over so she could straddle Molly’s legs. She licked her lips, her gaze roaming over Molly, trying to memorize every inch of her, map every freckle.
Her breasts were plump, her areoles and nipples dark pink. bending down, Grace took one in her mouth, suckling, letting her tongue swirl around it until it hardened.
Gently, gently, minding both of their bruising from the accident, Grace leaned her weight on her left arm, and took Molly’s other breast in her right hand, squeezing and kneading it gently, loving the way the soft flesh felt under her palm.
Molly’s hand, the one not in the cast, was busy as well. It slid over Grace’s leaner frame, playing with Grace’s breasts, before slipping down between Grace’s legs.
One finger slid into Grace’s opening, and Grace moaned. She began to ride that finger, letting Molly’s palm rub against her clit, her orgasm building. It’d been so long since… Then it was there, shrieking through her like a missile, her back arching and her voice calling out her pleasure to the ceiling.
“Oh, my God. That was amazing. That was beautiful.You’rebeautiful,” Molly breathed. She brought the finger so recently plumbing Grace’s depths to her lips, tasting Grace on it.
“Now you,” Grace said, a little breathless yet from the power of her orgasm. She slid down until her mouth could reachthe dark curls at Molly’s mound. Using her fingers to separate Molly’s folds, she licked and suckled at the tiny nub hidden there, delighting in the mewls and moans she drew from Molly.
Molly’s hips began to rock, signaling she was getting close. Grace slicked two fingers and slid them into Molly’s body, twisting them and pumping them while she continued to suck Molly’s clit.
When Molly came it was with a strangled scream and an arched back. Grace could feel Molly’s body lift off the bed and rubbed her clit with those slick fingers until Molly peaked again.
Exhausted, Grace rolled off Molly and they lay side-by-side on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” Molly mumbled. Her body was beaded with sweat, and she was trembling. “It was never like that before. I didn’t know it could be so…intense. Twice.”
“Twice,” Grace mumbled. “Nap time?”
“Shouldn’t we put clothes on?”
“You can. I can’t move right now,” Grace answered.
“Yeah. I don’t think I can, either.” She reached for the comforter and pulled it over the two of them. “There. That’s good enough. If anybody comes in, at least we’re decent.”
“Oh, honey. I don’t think we’ll ever bedecentagain if I can help it.”
Molly laughed, but it sounded far away. Grace was already slipping off to sleep.
Chapter 11
A slight rapping on the door woke them. “Grace? Hello, Grace? Molly? Are you two awake?”
“Um, yeah, Zoe. We are now.” Grace yawned and mumbled.
“Sorry, but there’s somebody here to see you,” Zoe said.
“Oh. That’s weird. Who is it?” Molly asked. She sat up, bare-breasted, her hips covered by the comforter. She lifted it to cover her chest just in case Zoe opened the door.
“Anna Bonnet Sanders,” Zoe answered. “I didn’t know you three knew each other.”
“We don’t,” Grace said. She came instantly wide awake. “We’ll be right down.”