Page 83 of Saving Grace

I want to watch her unravel.

I want her for myself.

I want her. Period.

I slow the rhythm and coax a few more whimpers from her before releasing her hair and pulling out. She turns and is climbing me like a tree before I have a second to move further than resting back onto my heels.

“You can see me. Fill me up, Mack.” She sinks onto my cock.

I’m not even mad about it. What man on earth could deny this girl a thing? She rises on her knees, until the tip rims her entrance and sinks again. Her breasts bounce with every move she takes. I drag a nipple through my teeth before suckling it to replace the gentle sting I created.

“Mack, I love that. Don’t stop, please.”

“Ain’t stoppin’, gorgeous.”

“I am so close. I can’t breathe. You?—”

I would tell her she does the same to me, but my heart has blocked my airways. Jaw clenched, I drag in what little air I can and force my body under some resemblance of control. Her mouth covers mine as I pull a parcel of air into my lungs.

I splay my hands over her ribs as she picks up the pace and breaks the kiss.

Fuck, I barely have a say in what’s happening right now. She works me over like nobody has before. I’m desperate for her. I’m a wreck for her. I want to give her everything she wants. I dip my head to her chest and play her hard velvet peaks like a fine instrument with my tongue. One, then the other.

Her hands find my jaw as she raises my head.

Her face twists. Her blue eyes hold mine as she tightens around me and explodes, milking my cock in heavenly waves. I follow.

“Good girl,” I rasp.

The growl that leaves my lips as hot ropes shoot deep inside her rattles my chest. She tilts her hips again and takes me higher still.

After the last wave between us fades out, I kiss her forehead. Each eyelid, her nose and then a brief kiss to her lips before meeting her gaze. Emotion takes over her face. I pull her into me and breathe her all the way in.

“Mackinlay . . .” she says on a wobbly breath.

“I know, Gracie. I know.”

I hold her for as long as she’ll let me. Our hearts have steadied and the trembling in our bodies has subsided when I lift her from my lap and move from the bed.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

She shuffles to the side of the bed. I scoop her up and carry her to her en suite. She wants down, and I lower her to her feet. Flipping the water on, I test it with a hand before taking her hands behind me and walking us both into the warm water.

A loofah and a sponge on a stick are placed neatly on the shower rack. I reach for the loofah and plaster it with her body wash.

Vanilla and peaches.

Who knew?

“You don’t have to wash me. I can do it.” She grabs for the loofah. I hold it out of her reach.

“I know you can. I want to. Just let me love you, gorgeous girl. This is part of it.”

“Okay, but you’re getting the sponge stick.”

I laugh as I lift one of her arms and lather the soap up and down the elegant limb. After I’ve done both arms, I drop to my knees and gently wash each leg before running circles around her belly. Soapy trails run over her hips, her pussy, down those long legs I love. She studies every move I make. Amazement tangled with adoration claims her face.

I grow hard again.

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