Page 8 of Unbreakable
Fisting my hair, she arches her body into mine, and when she does, I award her other breast with the same attention. When my mouth leaves her body, she whimpers out my name.
"Jake."
Trailing soft kisses up her neck and behind her ear, to the place I know drives her wild, and she shivers. "Shh, baby. I'm going to take care of you." I say unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor behind her. "Lay down on the bed."
Without a flicker of doubt, my brave woman does as I ask. The push and pull of the past two years have lead us to this moment. Once Grace is laid out for me in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, I take a moment to ingrain this vision to memory. For a moment I see a look of uncertainty cross her face. My pause has caused Grace to feel self-conscious, and she raises her arms to hide her body from me. "Don't ever hide your body from me, Grace. I only stopped because I want to take you in. I want to burn the vision of your gorgeous body into my brain." With a wicked grin, I drop down to the floor in front of the bed and lean back on my haunches.
Gripping Grace around her knees, I pull her to the edge of the bed making my intention known. "It's time I get a taste of this sweet pussy you've been keeping from me. You don't know how many times I've jerked off to the thought of you ridin' my face." When I go to hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, Grace blurts out my name and covers her face. "What is it, babe? You want me to stop?" I ask.
"No," she answers quickly. "It's…nobody has ever done that to me, and my husband is the only man I've been with."
Taking a deep breath to tamp down my anger because the last thing I want to do right now is talk about him, but I realize she's feeling nervous and I need to calm her down. "Well, then I'm a lucky bastard because I'll be the first and last man ever to know what your pussy tastes like." At my declaration, our eyes lock in a heated gaze, and her body relaxes.
Moving forward, I continue with sliding her panties over her hips exposing her small thatch of neatly trimmed hair. Once I have removed the last strip of clothing, I run my hands up the inside of her thighs pushing them open. One look at Grace's beautiful pussy wet with her desire and I can no longer hold back. Without another second, I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her folds stealing my first taste, the sensation causes Grace to cry out and her sweet sound fuels my need to make this experience the best. "Come for me, Grace." I growl just before I suck her clit.
"Oh god, Jake!" She screams fisting my hair and filling my mouth with her essence.
Emerging from between Grace's legs, I stand and reach behind me pulling my shirt off over my head and use it to wipe my face and beard before adding it to the pile of clothes already on the floor. Peering down at my woman's sated body I smile, "You taste like somethin' I've been missing for years, babe."
"What's that?" She asks.
"Forever. You taste like forever, Grace," I tell her honestly.
Shedding the rest of my clothes, I bring my body over the top of hers, and I don't miss the shocked look on her face when she looks down between us and gets her first look at my cock. I give her a knowing smirk when she visibly gulps. Laying my body flush against hers, I grind my heavy erection back and forth through her slick folds, and the feel of her heat has me almost coming. Leaning down further to where we are now chest to chest I rest my forehead on hers. "I don't have a condom. This was not my intention when coming here. Please tell me I can take you bare, babe," I say, my control hangin' by a thread. "I'm clean, Grace. There hasn't been anyone since the moment I laid eyes on you." Seeing a flash of doubt cross her face, I continue. "I mean it, baby; it's only been you for over two years. No way was I going to stick my cock into anyone but you. And I knew it was going to be worth the wait." At my confession, Grace thrusts her hips upward causing her wet pussy to rub against my cock, and a deep growl to rumble in my chest.
"I'm clean too, and it's also been awhile for me, but I'm not on anything, Jake," she says thrusting once more.
"I'll pull out. You good with that?" As soon as the word yes leaves her mouth, I place one of her legs over my shoulder and wrap the other one around my waist. I then place the head of my cock at her entrance and in one swift move I bury myself balls deep as the room fills with the sounds of Grace's cries of pleasure mixed with the roar of mine.
Pausing for a moment not only for her to adjust to my size but also so I can gain some control over my body, so I don't come before we even start. A second later I feel Grace's delicate hands slide up my chest and around my back, pulling me closer to her.
"I need to feel you. Please, Jake," she pleads.
Giving her what she asks for I begin to move sliding my shaft in and out of her tight heat with slow, purposeful strokes as the coarse hair on my chest rubs against her hardened nipples. With both of our bodies covered in sweat, I start to feel a familiar tingle at the base of my spine letting me know I won't be able to hold on much longer. Grinding my pelvis down, I connect with her clit, and the friction causes her pussy to spasm around my cock. "I want you to come for me one more time, Little Bird. Let me feel your sweet tight pussy come all over my cock." As soon as the command leaves my lips, Grace's pupils dilate, and her mouth opens as she screams out her orgasm.
Something I learned a long time ago is my shy timid woman loves my dirty mouth. No longer able to hold back my release, I reluctantly pull out of the sweetest pussy I've ever had, wrap my hand around my cock and begin to pump. A few strokes later, jets of warm cum land all over Grace's pussy. I may not have come inside her, but I can still mark her as mine.
My body collapses next to hers; I pull her into my side, neither one of us saying a word for a few minutes. At this moment, words aren't needed. Grace knew this time was coming as well did I. We both know we have a lot more to tell each other. I know what Grace told me earlier about her past is only the tip of the iceberg and I have yet to tap into things about my past. Grace knows I was married, and my wife passed away years ago, but I've never delved into any details. Maybe she never asked out of fear that I would in return ask about her past. But something tells me that's not the case. I feel she will wait for me to tell her when I am ready.
Allowing myself to think about things, I believe Grace has been going slow with me the same way I have for her. Granted her reasons are not entirely the same as mine.
"What are you thinking about so hard?" Grace's soft voice asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I'm thinkin' about how I'm ready for us to move forward. How I want you in my life, in my home and my bed, and on the back of my bike. Are you ready to come home, Grace? Are you ready to trust that I can take care of you and that my club and I will do whatever necessary to protect you?" Twisting my body, so I am face to face with her, I cup her cheek and use my thumb to wipe away her tears. "The last six months have been killin' me, Little Bird. When you left, you took my soul with you. I love you, Grace." By the time I finish pouring my heart out, which is something I don't ever fuckin' do, but this woman has me by the damn balls. "Are you done running? Are you ready to come home?" I ask once more.
Choking past her emotions, "Yes, I want to come home."
A couple hours later I'm lying in bed watching the rise and fall of Grace's chest. It's almost like my mind won't allow me to sleep, because if I do, I'll wake to find her gone. Shifting beside me, Grace rolls to her side facing away from me and the sheet covering her body falls below her waist exposing her bare shoulders and torso to me. And what I see peeking from beneath the sheet has all the air leaving my lungs. Scars. Some so bad the skin is slightly raised. Some are criss-crossed and some...fuck. Grace was whipped.That's exactly what her back is covered in. Scars caused by someone taking what I'm guessing is a belt to her. Lifting the sheet, I let my eyes travel down and I see more of the same thing on her lower back. Dread settles in my stomach because I know in this moment that my woman, this beautiful, amazing and caring woman knows abuse.
6
Grace
Ilay in bed motionless as I feel Jake gently slide the sheets further down my body exposing my back. I hear the sharp intake of his breath as he takes in my scars from years of abuse. A lone tear falls down my cheek and across my upper lip when I feel his fingertip softly trace over my flesh. He pulls my body tight against his and wraps his strong protective arms around me. I take in a deep cleansing breath and soak in his warmth, thankful in the way he gives me the comfort I need without saying a single word.
Confessing so much of my past was easier than I thought it would be once I let the first few words cross my lips. Jake makes me feel safe in the way he handles himself. Giving me my space helped me feel like I wasn’t backed into a corner with anywhere to go. However, I haven’t told him all of it, and it is eating me up inside. I want so much to give him the whole story, but I'm hesitant to confide in him completely. I'm holding onto a secret that may turn out to be a deal breaker. I know what he wants. Jake has made his feelings known from the beginning. I know what I want too-happiness. I wish that with him. You would think I could rationalize all that has happened between us and move forward. Instead, I feel stuck. My feet and hands bound tight by my past, and my fears.
Several hours later, I lay here on the couch tucked into Jake's side watching one of the two movies we picked up while in town earlier today, trying to muster more courage to finish telling him the rest of my story. He said he's staying for the weekend and wants me to come back to Polson with him tomorrow. I don’t know if I can do that. I want desperately to believe he can and will love me forever. I'm so flustered with myself. I don’t want to feel this way-all mixed up inside. I want Jake. I'll even admit I love him, just not out loud. I can't bring myself to say those three words he wants to hear. Not yet.
I need to take control of my life. I need to take back what Ronan had beaten out of me for years. Courage. Strength. I need to find myself. I count my breaths. I can do this. I'm ready to tell him everything.
