Page 10 of Grace's Redemption
“Beg me for it.” The corner of his lip turned up and his eyes danced with lust.
“Please.” I responded without thinking. My voice came out breathy and high-pitched. My head swirled at the thought of Mase, touching me, kissing me down there.
His hands remained on my legs, his thumbs rubbing little circles on my inner thighs. He remained silent.
“Please, Mase, touch me.” I held his gaze as his fingers crept up my leg. I thought I’d burst from the anticipation. His movements excruciatingly slow, his hands close to my center. Was he contemplating reason to stop what he started?Fuck that.
“Please Mase.” I pulled my dress up to my waist exposing the matching pink panties. “I need you to touch me right here.” I slid my hand down my stomach and into my panties.
His eyes grew big and wild. The curl in his lips twitched.
I knew I had him.
He lowered his head and slid his hand up the outside of my thighs. His fingers slid under the seam.
“Are you wet for me, Gracie?” He bit the inside of my thigh.
I yelped.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I pulled my hand out of panties and pulled the seam to the side.
I’d never done this before. Never exposed myself to anyone. I felt kind of slutty but powerful. Watching how he reacted to me. He may continue to battle with himself about how wrong it was for us to be together like this.
When he leaned in further, I knew his rational side was losing.
“Anyone ever—”
“No.” I narrowed my eyes. “Of course not.”
“Why not?” He asked with a cocky grin on his face. He knew the answer.
“I’ve been saving it for you.”
A moan escaped from the depths of his soul and I knew there was no turning back now.
He liked his lips, pushed my thighs apart and tasted me.
For me, it was another first taken by Mase Scott. And my heart will never be the same.
