Page 12 of Full Body Check

Still silent, just drinking her in, while wrapping up my unusual, annoying barrage of thoughts, I literally watch as the battle between her own misgivings and desires plays out. First, a heavy gulp bobs in her throat, and uncertainty flickers in her eyes — tell-tales of slowly creeping doubts — but Gracelyn’s got spunk, so desire wins — her hesitance only exposed for a split-second before she recovers. Her pink, plush lips start curling at the corners, in unmistakable invitation, and her gaze falls to half-lidded, andbeyondcertain. “Brewer?” She purrs it slow. “What now?”

“Come here, Gracelyn,” I growl, emphasizing with a gentle tug on her hand.

“I am here,” she giggles nervously, “and you really can call me ‘Gracie.’”

“I like Gracelyn; and if you were here enough, I wouldn’t have mentioned it. I want you closer, right here,” I point to my chest, “now.”

Well, well… she liked that; the assertiveness in my deep voice, telling me so with her tiny gasp and the freshly-stoked fire in her now widened eyes. But, that spunk of hers refuses to give up easily. “And I, want you, to try calling me ‘Gracie;’ at least half the time. Not gonna lie, can’t wait to hear how you make it sound. Deal?”

“Deal,” I grunt, not used to being told no, which is exactly what just happened, no matter how sweetly she spun it.

“Great. Then I agree to the rest of your bossy terms.” She smiles, and takes the step needed for our bodies to be touching.

“Good thing; arms up,” I order, my dick swelling as she instantly, instinctually, obeys. Eyes fixed on hers, I pull her shirt up and off, tossing it aside, and dip my head to get that first taste of her, memorizing every curve, sensation, and flavor, as the first time can never be replicated. Her neck, trembling shoulders, and firm, ample cleavage, are all mind blowing, and I lose grip on my pace, yanking her bra off, then dragging myself away from my sampling to have a good look. She’s gorgeous. Fucking flawless. Ivory skin tinged with a slight blush, big, natural tits topped-off with small, rosy nipples, a toned stomach, and the most beautiful part of all… an understated innocence lingering just beneath herwicked allure… that’s driving me to the best brink of insanity.

She softly whimpers, and a shiver wracks her whole body as she waits out my perusal. “Cold?” I tease, diving in once more to kiss my way lower down her body before she can respond.

At first, she jolts from the sensation, but quickly, relaxes into it. “Ohhh,” she mewls as I learn her chest, hands filled to perfection with her perky rack, giving both budded nipples equal attention from my mouth. “Brewer,” she begs my name in the sexiest damn rasp I’ve ever heard, and I answer, sucking harder, licking faster, until her hands leave my hair and the unmistakable peel of a zipper echoes throughout the room.

Yep, hit that brink of insanity, and went sailing right the fuck over the side, has to be it, because… I stop her. Breaking suction on my mouthful of tit, I snag her eager hands and growl, “Look at me.” Her eyes travel slowly up to mine, lazy lidded and glazed with delirium. “Never had to chase. Try. Never been stopped dead in my tracks, struck stupid. Never brought anyone home, and never wanted to take my time. You get what I’m saying to you?”

She only nods, but somehow, I heard what more she said and she told me she feels that exact same way.

“Then you know why I stopped you, why I will be going first, uncovering you inch by inch, slowly, at my pace. Not about to be robbed of a single second with you. So, when I let go of your hands, they better not touch any clothing; mine or your own. You hearing me, babe?” Her scowled pout is sexy and adorable at the same time, but won’t get her what she’s after — me to change my mind. “Not kidding, Gracie.” I use the name she asked me to, testing it on my tongue and finding it just as fittingly beautiful. “Not even a little bit.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just… hurry.” Her panted impatience touches my ego briefly, but shoots, and stays, with my cock. And yet….

“Nope, that’s not happening either, beautiful.” I wink, keen to the fact she likes it when I do, and release her hands, sliding my own to the waistband of her jeans. Inching the denim down bit by bit, I follow the same path until I’m on my knees, and forget everything I just said — rushing through this part — her shoes, socks, and jeans flung… who the hell cares where, tiny lace thong ripped clean off with one anxious yank. “Damn.” Is all I can think, exhale.

Gracelyn, “Gracie,” Bolton is a fucking knockout — a one shot TKO — yes, T, because there’s no way I’m fit to further fight a damn thing. She already had me backed against the ropes, but naked? Naked, Gracie’s, almost not to be believed, her body built as if to the exact specifications, guaranteed to drive a man, this man, out-of-his-mind. “Hot damn,” I rumble, further showing the depth of my appreciation with my wandering hands, “you’re… you’re goddamn glorious, baby girl.” And is she ever — delicately feminine in all the right places, small in state, a perfect fit with my large shadow, little nose, wrists, gasps, balancing out my beast. Curvy, womanly in others, sleek, yet supple, breasts, hips, and ass. Exactly what I like, where I like it, as if crafted by my dreams’ guide.

On my knees, face less than inches from the secret spot between her thighs, her body assures me of the truth — she’s ready. For anything, everything, I give her. Swollen, glistening wet, the heady essence of desire… my control snaps.

My warning is a rumbled promise, “Grab something.” That she heeds, her shaky hands finding grip in my hair as I hoist her legs over my shoulder. And without further notice, hesitation, orpermission, both hands are spreading her open, giving myself full access to inhale a deep dose of her aroma before lazily dragging my tongue from her drenched core to throbbing clit.

“B, Br, uhhh, Brewer…” Her body curls toward me, arching, like the pitch of her long, incoherent moan, for my touch.

“Ask me, Gracie. Ask me for what you want,” I growl, warm and heavy on her sensitive flesh.

“M, more… please.”

“More what?” Easing one, then two, fingers inside her, I groan my torture — she’s so snug around my fingers, the thought of how damn tight she’ll wrap up my cock has me rock-hard and fuck hungry. “You want me to eat more of this sweet little pussy? Eat you until you come? Get you nice and slick, ready to take me, or do you need me inside you now? Maybe you want to sting from the stretch of my cock? You have to tell me, baby.”

“Uh huh, yes, that.” I chuckle at her breathless, senseless, precious reply, withdrawing my fingers out of her heaven and lowering her leg to stand.

“Open.” Her eyes bulge in stunned comprehension as that pretty mouth pants and she sucks on my offered fingers. “Fuck yes, Gracie,” rolls off my tongue in depravity, my eyes locked on the dance between her mouth and my digits. “You taste yourself, your sugar?”

Embarrassment blooms hot on her cheeks, and she nods once, fast, then uses the tip of her tongue to push my finger out.

“Um,” she crinkles her button nose and diverts her eyes, “where, exactly is that you buy your sugar? ‘Cause mine down-”

Oh shit…head thrown back, I laugh loud and hard, until I feel years younger, finally reeling it in to simply stare at her in complete awe. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Not that again, I hope.”

This laugh’s lighter, but no less fascinated as I cup her cheek. “I heard somewhere that women don’t generally like being called ‘precious,’ ‘adorable,’ or things like that, but I’m going to need you to deal, see it for the compliment it is, because, well, you’re the cutest damn thing in the world. No better way to say it.”

“Not sure who thosewomen are, or what they were smokin’, but this girl’s a pretty smart cookie, and ‘cute’ is a compliment. ‘Precious’ is even better. Feel free to fire either or at will.”

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