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“Yeah?” I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth. “What else have you been thinking about doing?”
“Riding you,” she moaned. “Sucking you.”
God, I was torn. I wanted both so badly. Grace made the decision for me. She pushed my chest, encouraging me to lie down. I did, but not without adjusting the pillows so I had a good view of her. She climbed off my lap, hooking her fingers in my boxers as she dragged them down my legs. Her eyes widened, glistening with hooded lust as she looked at my dick. It twitched when she licked her lips. Her mouth made a slow journey along my body, pausing to lick my abs, hovering to bite my hip. I kept my focus on her, savouring every sound she made. When her mouth reached the desired target, I sucked in a sharp breath. She slowly licked the length, before wrapping her mouth around my shaft and sliding her tongue down.
“Jesus, Hughesy.”
I threw my head back. It was torture how good this was. My dick pulsed. It fucking loved Grace’s mouth. I’ll bet it loved being inside her more. I didn’t guide her as she moved up and down. Grace had everything under control. Maybe too under control. I was a few more pumps from falling over the edge.
“Come here,” I said, tugging on her arm.
My voice came out huskier than ever before. After slipping off her panties, Grace obediently crawled towards me and climbed onto my lap. There was nothing between us anymore. I could feel everything. She was fucking soaked, which turned me on even more. I don’t know what I’d done to deserve this. She was so perfect it almost broke me. As she hovered over me, I allowed myself a moment to imagine what it would be like to be bare in her. Pure-fucking-bliss. Thankfully there was a small trace of blood left going to my brain which had me reaching for the top draw. Through hooded eyes, Grace watched me roll the condom on. The moment it was in place, she was positioning herself above me. I liked that she was taking control, liked that she was showing her limits. Slowly she lowered onto me, causing a breathy moan to pass her lips and a guttural groan to leave mine. She was so tight and so perfect.
“This is already the best sex of my life,” I told her.
Grinning wickedly, she slammed down on me. I’d planned to take things slow, but now we were here I didn’t have the restraint. Grace riding me was a fucking vision. I would be replaying this moment long in my mind for the rest of time. I placed my hands on her hips, sinking my fingers into her ass cheeks as she ground up and down. My hips instinctively rose to meet hers. We were savages for each other. She rested her hands on my chest, digging in her nails as she got closer and closer to falling over the edge. We were both gasping, so caught up in the sensations that I’d lost concept of the world outside my bedroom door. If I could live in a moment, this would be it. I sat up and slid to the headboard, moving Grace with me. We were chest to chest now. With the better angle, Grace’s mouth found mine. Each breathy exhale and moan travelled straight from her throat into mine. I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over her sensitive centre. She began to tremble, her legs shaking as the sensations became too much.
“Levi, I’m – Fuck.”
She contracted around me, tightening around my pulsing dick that was already on edge. That was the final straw for me. I finished, my climax intensifying as Grace rode out her orgasm on top of me. As we came down from the high, I rested my forehead against hers, our lips meeting in a slow and lazy kiss.
“Grace that was–”
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“Was that okay for you?”
She chuckled. "It was perfect. I already can’t wait to do it again.”
“Well I might need a protein bar or something if you want to do that again tonight.”
Laughing, she climbed off me. I missed the contact the second she was gone. I disposed of the condom quickly so I could pull her back to me. She nestled against my bare chest, draping her leg over me. That alone was hot. I tickled my fingers up and down her back, drawing shapes and circles and spelling out random words.
“Grace?”
She tilted her head, looking up at me.
“I’m so fucking happy,” I told her.
“Yeah?” She kissed my chest. “Me too.”
40. Good. Fucking. Morning.
Grace
This time when I woke with Levi’s hard length pressing against my stomach, I got to work. I slipped from beneath his heavy arm and climbed on top of him. He looked good in the morning. He always looked good. He had one arm slung above his head and his face was restful. I traced the curves of his bicep, eliciting a shiver. Next, I kissed the dent in his chest between his pecks. He began to stir. I licked along the trail of hair that begun beneath his belly button and led to my prize. That got a groan. I stroked my fingers up and down his morning boner. That caused his eyes to fly open.
“Morning, boyfriend,” I said happily.
His voice was huskier than mine. “Good morning, girlfriend.”
I’d had a taste last night, but Levi had side tracked me. I was glad. It had led to the best sex of my life. But I wanted to see this from start to finish. I licked the tip before sucking on him fully.
“Jesus, Hughesy,” he groaned, bucking his hips to meet me. “You’re fucking gold at this.”
Grinning, I worked faster, marvelling at the way he jerked beneath me. Levi’s masculinity was a major turn on. He was all man and confidence. I found it so attractive.
“Babe, if you don’t stop I’m going to–”
