Page 7 of Fall From Grace
“Good. I know just how we can celebrate.” He flips me onto my back again, ripping the lacy fabric from my body until I’m as naked as he is, and starts kissing his way down my body.
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Ikiss and lickmy way down her body, making sure to spend some time cherishing her breasts and hard nipples. I let my tongue glide over the first nipple before pulling it deep into my mouth, making her moan. Increasing her pleasure, I pinch her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, not hard enough to cause her any real pain but hard enough that she’s a squirming mess beneath me. I can tell without even touching her that her pussy is soaked. Her nipples have always been sensitive to my touch.
When I feel like I’ve tortured her breasts long enough, I kiss a path down her belly before finally landing on the center of herdesire. I hesitate, hovering over her as I take in the sight of her damp curls guarding her pussy and clit.
“I need you, Travis.” Her hips roll involuntarily as she seeks out my mouth and the pleasure she knows it can give her.
I spread her thighs wider as I rub my nose through her damp patch of curls, and I breathe in her scent. “You smell just as good as I remember.” I slide my thumb over her seam, teasing her, and drawing out her pleasure for as long as I can. My tongue swipes her from bottom to her little nub as I drink in her juices. Her fingers pull at my hair as she searches for her release.
I pump my fingers into her unbelievably tight hole, trying to loosen her up to take my giant cock. Her thighs tighten around my head, driving me wild as I imagine it’s my shaft driving into her instead of my fingers. “Shit, Grace, how can you be so tight? I’m going to break this pussy with my huge cock.”
“Do it, Travis. Break me with your huge cock," she cries out as she comes on my tongue—her juices coating my chin and mouth.
I lick her through her orgasm until her body relaxes, placing one last kiss on her pussy before dropping a kiss on her lips, pushing my tongue inside, reminding her how good she tastes. She grips my head, kissing me back even harder. I press the head of my cock in her entrance, giving her a moment to adjust, before leaning forward and pushing all the way in.
“I need you, Travis. I need more.” She thrusts her hips upwards, pushing me deeper inside of her.
I push my hips forward, entering her slowly, then pulling back, before pushing in again, but not going too deep, which drives her crazy as she pulls at my hair and curses my name. “Is that how you want it?”
“No, I need it faster and deeper.” She squirms beneath me, searching for her second release.
“Your wish is my command.” I pick up the pace, thrusting into her pussy like we both need. Maybe next time we’ll take it slow. But as she meets me stroke for stroke, all thoughts of going slow leave my mind. I pump faster and deeper, holding the depth a little longer each time until my primal urges take over and I rut her fast and hard until she’s arching her back and screaming out her orgasm. I slam into her one last time as I follow her with my own orgasm.
After a few minutes, the pleasure fades, leaving a gentle afterglow. I roll onto my side, bringing her with me, and cuddle her close.
“What about the light?” She lifts her head to look at me.
“Don’t worry, Tanner installed what he thought was a gag gift, but the joke’s on him.” With that, I clap my hands twice, and the lights go out.
Grace giggles as she snuggles deeper into my side, saying, “He got you a clapper.”
“Second-best gift I got after you.” I place a kiss to her lips and hold her close. We sleep like the dead the rest of the night as ifwe haven’t slept well for the last ten months, three days, nine hours, and fifteen minutes.
Epilogue - Travis
Fourteen Years Later
“How did we endup with so many kids?” I look around the living room at the twelve pre-teens and teenagers lounging around, eating pizza. I don’t even want to think about the guest bedroom that's being used for the younger kids' nap time.
“It was our turn to watch all our nieces and nephews for the weekend, like it’s that big of a deal to watch a few more on top of our seven kids.” Grace snorts, holding Tessa’s youngest daughterto her chest as she sleeps. The sight makes me wish we had a baby that age again.
“Doesn’t it seem like we have their kids all the time?” I try to calculate all the weekends we’ve had a house full of kids while my brothers and sister are all off having adult alone time with their spouses. “Aren’t we due for a weekend of our own?”
“About that.” She snuggles little baby Chloe tighter to her chest. “In about seven months, we won't have much time to ourselves.”
It takes a moment for her words to sink in, “You’re pregnant?” I ask, confusion evident in my voice.
“I know I’m considered a geriatric mom at my age, but I’m grateful we have one more opportunity to raise a baby.” She glances down at the baby in her arms.
Grace has been an incredible mother and aunt. She still works part-time at the hospital to keep her nursing skills sharp, but she has never missed any of our kids' events or our nieces' and nephews' events.
I lift her chin to meet my eyes. “Grace, I couldn’t be happier. To have another baby with you is truly a gift.” I kiss her lips, making sure not to wake Chloe. “Now, if you could just do something about all the kids we have to watch all the time, so we could have a little alone time before the new baby arrives, that would be amazing.”
“Me?” she raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one going around making all the crazy bets with your siblings. What do you think your punishment is?”
I shrug, “If it wasn’t for my crazy bets, we never would have gotten back together.”
She rolls her eyes at me, knowing full well that we would have gotten back together eventually—it just took a little help from Bradley Cooper, Lady Gaga, and Celine Dion.
-The End-
