“Grace,” I hiss as my eyes fall from her beautiful face to her chest, which peeks out from the unbuttoned shirt, and then down her long, bare legs. Those tan legs peek out from that white dress shirt and my dick stiffens immediately. It takes everything inside me to not push her over to the bed and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before—the kind of fucking where every fiber of her soul becomes mine. Which is a problem, because I promised her casual. Only, after one night with her, I don’t want casual.
Two steps are all it takes for me reach her, my hands finding each side of her face as I pull her mouth to mine. Our kiss is soft yet intense. Needy yet caring. I feel her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt as her breaths become needier.
She pulls away, breaking our kiss when she gets the last button undone. She stares at me, her eyes scanning my face, my chest, and down to the bulge on full display under my thin dress pants. She stares at all of me like she’s never really seen me before. Grace reaches a shaky hand out and tugs on the shoulder of my shirt and I help her—shrugging out of it. It falls to a pile at my feet and Grace’s breath hitches.
“Like what you see, Gracie?” I ask smugly. I know she does. I can see the effect I have on her…her hard nipples poking through the white dress shirt, and the way she tries to clench her thighs together to stop the throbbing between them.
“I didn’t really look at you last night—” She pinches her eyes closed and pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“Hey,” I say softly, reaching out to her, but she pulls away and takes a deep breath. Then she looks me in the eye and her arms fall to her sides. She’s beautiful and complicated, a mix of raw emotions and natural beauty and her hazel eyes speak a million unspoken words. I see her trepidation and her fear, and I also see her need and want.
“Drew,” my name falls off her trembling lips, “I don’t typically do what I did last night,” she states and takes another step backward.
Instead of letting her put distance between us, I take a step forward and right into her, pulling her to me. If she wants to pull away, she can try, but I’m not going to let her. I’m not some monster who wants to fuck her and leave her. Her chest is pressed against mine, and even through the dress shirt, I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples, those tight little balls pressed against my chest, aching for me to suck them.
“Don’t do what, Grace? Fuck, as you call it?” I smirk, using her word from earlier today against her.
She shakes her head and I snake an arm around her waist, not allowing her to back up any further.
“Casual sex,” she says. “I don’t go home with strangers.”
“I’m not a stranger.”
“You were last night.” Her eyes fall in shame.
“Technically—”
“I don’t do one-night stands. I don’t go home with men from bars or restaurants, or even on first dates. I’m not that kind of girl. I’ve never been that girl until last night,” she hisses as she tries to defend her actions, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.
“Then why did you go home with me?” I slide my hand from the small of her back, down and under the hem of my dress shirt that she’s wearing, resting it on her ass. Her bare ass. She’s not wearing any panties. My already hard dick gets even harder. I don’t let her answer before I crash my mouth into hers—claiming her. It’s raw and feral. One-hundred-percent pure need and lust. My hands find the collar of her shirt, and in one swift motion, I rip it open, tearing the shirt from her body and tossing it to the ground.
Now I’m the one who breaks our kiss, pulling her across the room to the bed. I guide her to the center of the bed, where I lay her down on the silk sheets and spread her legs. Her pink, wet pussy is on full display and I run a finger through her slick slit, spreading her juices. Grace gasps as I circle her clit, much like I did in the car over her panties, only now I get to feel her skin to skin. A low growl erupts from the back of my throat, and selfishly, all I want to do is slide into her and fuck her hard, but tonight, I need to taste her.
Her hips buck as I continue running circles around her hardening bud, applying pressure every few seconds. Grace’s head falls back and her fingers grip the sheets with each rotation around her clit. I can see her orgasm build and I slip a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. I withdraw my finger and bend her knees, spreading her wider. Settling between her legs, I run my tongue from clit to center, teasing her wet entrance.
“Drew!” She gasps my name and reaches for my hair. One of her hands grips my head, the other is still wrapped tightly in the sheets as I continue my assault on her clit. She tastes like summer…sweet and salty. With one hard suck of her clit, she’s falling apart beneath me. Her legs shake and she screams my name, her hips bucking under my face. Her entire body convulses and her arms fall to her sides. After she rides out her orgasm, I take position at her center, sliding into her.
“Condom!” she manages to say, but with one thrust, I’m fully seated in her. Her walls grip me as she comes down from her orgasm.
“We discussed it last night,” I remind her. “We’re both clean and you’re on the pill.”
She gasps as I begin to move and a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips. Her tight pussy grips my dick and every movement has both of us highly aroused. Her eyes close and her head falls back as I move in and out of her slowly, watching what I do to her.
“Fucking beautiful, Grace,” I manage to say before pressing my lips to her neck. “All of you.”
Six
“Fucking beautiful, Grace,” he says, nipping at my neck. I whimper in pleasure as he gently stretches me with each careful thrust. I’m mesmerized by him. All of him. His mind, his body, and his ability to make me do things I never thought I’d do.
I wrap one leg around his waist, allowing him deeper inside me, and I move my hips in rhythm with his.
“Fuck, Grace!” he mutters, pressing his pubic bone against my still overly sensitive clit as I writhe underneath him. I moan, and he knows he’s hit the right spot as he applies even more pressure. “That’s it, baby.” He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks…hard. He just called me baby and I didn’t blink an eye. I’m so entranced by him right now, I gasp at the intensity of the pressure as I feel another orgasm building low in my stomach.
My hands instinctively find their way to his muscular ass, palming each firm globe. “Oh, god!” I cry out when he hits that spot inside me I’ve never felt anyone hit before…until last night. He chuckles as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of his ass when he purposely hits that spot again and again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. If there is one thing this man knows how to do, it’s fuck.
Every movement is careful, deliberate, and nothing short of erotic. He has found every sensitive part of my body and played it like a guitar. Slow and soft, fast and hard, a different sound erupting from me with every strum of his methodical fingers.
Bringing me to the edge of orgasm yet again, he suddenly stops. This time, he denies my pleasure and I whimper at the denial. A grin spreads across his face when he sees my disappointment and he rolls his hips slowly, bringing me to the edge once again.