Page 90 of Saving Grace

“Ah, ah. Mackinlay.” My name is a panted plea.

I wind her hair around my fist again and slap her ass with my free hand. She jerks and the movement is heaven, sending my cock throbbing. Her hands are splayed against the marble top, cheek pressed to it as she looks back at me.

So fuckin’ gorgeous.

So damn mine.

She slides her hands behind her, pushing her wrists together at the small of her back. I capture them in one of mine. A slight tug, and I pull her head back a little. Each little moan comes out of a shallow breath, her ribs flaring as she holds my gaze with her desperate blues.

“Fuckin’ hell, Grace.”

I slam into her and pull out with a lazy pace. She bucks against the counter in protest.

“Chasing my cock, gorgeous girl?”

“More, Mack. More, now.” Her words are the closest thing to a growl that’s ever passed through those sassy damn lips. I thunder into her. Hard. She cries out, her moans turning raspy.

To remind her who’s in control, who she trusts, I pull out excruciatingly slow. My head spins as the fat tip of my cock rims her entrance.

Unable to hold back a second more, I thrust in.

Deep.

Hard.

I do it over and over again, until the only word leaving Grace is my name.

Each breath she takes is studded with it.

Her body shakes under me.

My legs tremble.

The intensity of this thing between us fuels the lightning that’s tearing the skin from my bones with every thrust. Every burning breath. Deep in my gut, a coil of tingling heat roars to life.

No way am I falling over this precipice without my Grace.

I tug her head backward and loose my grip on her wrists, sliding my hand around to her belly and straight to her throbbing clit. The moment my fingers find her swollen bundle of nerves, she snaps up in an arch over the counter that would put most yogis to shame.

“Ma—” she whimpers, and it blooms into a cry.

“Sweet Jesus, gorgeous girl. You take my cock so damn good. Look at you. Look at us. So fuckin’ perfect.” I thrust harder as I feel her constrict around me, swirling my fingers over her clit.

“Mack.” Her eyes find mine, holding them as she milks my cock. My cum spilling into her hot and fast, she breathes, “I want it all...”

“Then it’s yours, Gracie.”

I give her every single part of me I can. She eases off the counter to her feet and leans her back against my chest, turning to capture my mouth with hers, her hand gripping my jawline. And my heart. It’s all hers.

I pull out and spin her on her feet to face me. Hauling her onto my hips as she persistently kisses my mouth, cheekbones, neck, anything she can cover, I walk us to the bathroom. With the water warm and steam flooding the en suite, I step into the shower. Grace hugs me, her head resting on my shoulder. This moment, right here, is everything.

More than the sex.

More than all the fun we have foolin’ around.

More than daily routines, even though I get to spend them with her.

The trust. The raw, bared version of herself she lets me see. That is the greatest gift I’ll ever receive. I push the hair off her face and behind her ear to find her eyes. See for myself she is okay. That I didn’t take too much. Didn’t take something she didn’t want me to. Only sleepy, satiated eyes stare back at me.

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