Page 69 of Puck You
Her thighs clenched around my waist.“Are your roommates here?”
I shook my head, and seconds later we were stumbling further into the house.The moment her feet touched the floor, Grace started to rip off the winter gear.There were so many layers that by the time she got to the second coat, I was hunched over in laughter, both hands on my knees as she struggled to break free of the clothes.
“You could help me, you know,” she said, huffing out a breath as she struggled with the zipper.
“All you needed to do was ask.”I threw Grace over my shoulder without a second thought, taking the stairs two at a time as I ran to my bedroom.She squealed out a high-pitched laugh as I kicked open my door and tossed her onto the bed.
“Stay still,” I commanded.
Right now, Grace was going to learn a thing or two aboutpatience.Slowly, I pulled down the zipper of her second coat, tossing it over the side of the bed once her arms were free.Grace watched me intently, eyes glazed over with anticipation as I took my time undressing her, dragging each layer of clothing down her body in a slow promise.I could feel her patience waning, but I didn’t rush things.Instead, I took my sweet time removing the layers, letting my hands slide over the curve of her hips and the sides of her legs.Each article joined the growing pile of clothes along the side of the bed until she was down to her lacy blue underwear.
Grace was perfectly spread out for me, her legs parted and her hair splayed out in a halo around her head.I committed the image to memory.My eyes swept across the smooth expanse of skin that was freckled in a strange constellation of beauty marks.A small scar marked the flesh across her upper thigh.I trailed my fingers over every curve of her body, taking care to note the moments she tensed, like when my fingers dragged along the spot below her ear where her neck met her jaw.
“Are you just going to touch me?”she asked, clearly fed up with my slow perusal of her body.In response, I stood up from the bed.The movement elicited a low whine of impatience.But once I began to remove my own clothes, Grace went silent.Her eyes burned into me as I slipped out of my shirt and sweatpants.The tent in my briefs was proof enough of how much I wanted her, and Grace’s eyes widened at the sight.With a knowing smirk, I left them on and slowly crawled onto the bed.I wanted this moment to be about Grace, not me.
Our first time together had been a magnificent collision.After weeks of quiet study sessions and flirtatious teasing, we’d come together in an explosion of passion.It had happened soquickly that I’d barely had time to appreciate her.I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.My fingers returned to her skin, circling a dusty pink nipple as it hardened under my touch.Grace was watching me with awe in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening.I continued to explore her, tracing the underside of her breast and dragging my fingers further down her body.Her stomach tensed, and she sucked in a sharp breath when I reached the very top of her underwear.
“If you don’t want this—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” she interrupted, hands coming up to cup my face.“I want this as badly as you do.”
A wave of relief crashed over me, but I didn’t let it show.Reaching down, I tugged at her underwear.Grace lifted her hips compliantly as I slid the material down her legs and tossed it over the side of the bed.As I moved back over her, I spread her legs and settled myself between them, eyes glued to the bare skin of her core.She was a pretty pink, her folds glistening.The memory of my cock sinking inside of her sent a shiver down my spine.Watching myself disappear into her tight pussy had been a euphoric experience, one I was eager to relive.But tonight, I wanted to remind Grace of my promise to make her beg, and to teach her that good girls got rewarded for having patience.
I leaned down over her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking the sensitive skin.She mewled against me as my tongue flicked across the rosy bud.With my other hand, I trailed a path down her stomach until my fingers met the bare skin above her opening.Her whole body shook as I inched my hand forward and felt the wetness gathered there.Grace buried her hands in my hair just as I latched my teeth around her nipple and bit.Though I was gentle, she arched against me and let out abeautiful whimper of pleasure.
I dragged my pointer finger across her opening and settled at the very top, pressing down against the most sensitive part of her.Her hips surged forward to meet my movements, greedy for more.Slowly, I worked my finger over her in small circles.She let out a throaty groan as I increased the pressure, pushing more deeply against her clit.Soon enough, Grace was moving against me in rhythmic thrusts as my mouth devoured the soft skin of her breast.She reached up and drove her hands through my hair.I felt a slight burn on my scalp as her grip tightened, her entire body writhing against me.I continued to tease her relentlessly until her movements became frantic and her body tensed, all telltale signs of an impending orgasm.
Right before she reached her crest, I released her nipple, and my fingers stilled.A wicked smirk touched my lips as she let out a long whine.Grace’s eyes flew open, her pupils blown wide as a desperate look spread across her face.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, chest heaving up and down.“I was so close.”
“Don’t you remember what I said last time?”I asked, delight sweeping through me at the pleading expression in her eyes.
Grace let out another impatient whine.“Now is not the time for talking.”
I let out a tsk.“Only good girls get to orgasm.Think really hard.What did I say the last time you were so desperate for me?”
She looked at me in shock, as if she couldn’t believe I was being serious.After a long moment, she tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth in a sign of careful consideration.My eyes zeroed in on her mouth.The next moment, realization dawned across her face.
“You told me that next time I’d have to beg.”
I nodded my head, pleased to know that she remembered.Grace looked at me expectantly, as if answering the question was all I needed to continue dealing out her pleasure.When I did nothing, she let out an irritated huff.
“Please don’t stop,” she said, barely above a whisper.
My eyebrows shot up.
“That’s all you got?I’m going to need much, much more if you want to come.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but her cheeks flushed as if the thought excited her.Grace might not have realized it yet, but her body was delighted at the opportunity to surrender to me.I leaned down so that my lips were hovering over her mouth and brushed a soft kiss against it.
“Do you want my mouth on that pretty pussy?Do you want to explode with your thighs wrapped around my shoulders?”
A moan escaped her lips, breath fanning over my face.I’ll take that as a yes.
“I need a verbal response, Grace,” I commanded.
She didn’t hesitate this time.“Yes.”
