Page 32 of Give Me More
His eyes were open now, holding her gaze intently. “You were sleeping pretty soundly when I woke up. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“So you undressed and joined me in the bed instead of leaving?” It was obvious that’s what happened, but she wanted to him to tell her why he’d done it.
He reached over to take her free hand, weaving his fingers through hers. “I didn’t want to leave last night.” He looked at their hands and then returned his gaze to hers. “I didn’t want to be without you again. For ten extremely long years I vowed to sleep alone and I intended to honor that decree forever. I wasn’t going to let anybody else in, Grace. Not into the space that was reserved solely for you.”
In that moment her heart felt like it was breaking again, but this time for the sadness so easily detected in his tone. “I never meant to hurt you.”
With an easy smile, RJ brought her hand up to his lips, kissing each of her fingers. “I know. I understand what you did and why you did it.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, because she was. She was sorry that she hadn’t talked to him about what she was feeling, sorry that she hadn’t given their relationship the respect it deserved by ending it better.
He reached for her then, pulling her until she was on top of him. He hugged her close, whispering, “Don’t apologize, baby. It’s in the past. We’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
Grace held on to him for what felt like hours. She inhaled the fading remnants of his cologne, felt the steady strength of his body beneath her. This wasn’t a memory. She felt everything—the overwhelming sense of remorse mixed with the undeniable push of hope. Easing away slowly, she placed her palms on his chest and adjusted herself until she was sitting over him, her legs spread, her pussy flush against his dick.
His arms had fallen to his side but he continued to look up at her, not speaking, just watching and, she suspected, waiting to see what she would do next. She grabbed the hem of her nightshirt, pulling it up and over her head before tossing it onto the floor. He waited a beat before lifting his hands to cup her breasts, kneading them gently. She leaned into the touch, arching her back to give him better access. Then she lifted slightly off him, just enough so she could reach a hand behind her, lowering it to rub along his dick.
He didn’t make a sound, but in the early morning light she could see a muscle tightening in his jaw. She eased her hand into the slit of his boxers and touched his dick skin to skin. His hands stiffened on her breasts until she wanted to scream with the mixture of pleasure and pain. When he lowered one hand to push beneath the band of her panties and down further until he was rubbing her clit, she bucked over him and gasped.
A tidal wave of desire washed over her and she shook her head to try to find some clarity, but there was none. There was only her and RJ.
“More,” she whispered as she moved. “Give me more.”
Grace wanted it all. Every inch of him, every part of his soul, every emotion he possessed. She needed it desperately. The sheet went first when she pushed at it until it his legs were free. Then she attacked his boxers, yanking them down his legs until they were flying across the room to land wherever. Her hands were on his dick again, this time holding and stroking it until she could close her mouth over the tip.
RJ sucked in a breath, his hands immediately going to the back of her head, gripping her hair as he spoke through clenched teeth.
Grace obliged, lowering her head until the better portion of his length was in her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She pulled up slightly and began to suck while he guided her head, lifting his hips slightly off the bed to meet her.
There was nothing else, not here on this island and not in New York, that could ever compare to this, to him. The taste of him, the feel of his hands in her hair, the sound of her name in his voice.
“Gracie, baby,” he whispered.
Yes, she wanted to reply, she was his Gracie and only his. Even after years apart there was no denying a part of her still belonged to this man.
He was the one to move fast this time, easing her away, then hurriedly sliding off the bed to find a condom and put it on. The second he was sheathed he reached for her, turning her over and then pulling her up onto her knees.
“I thought about you every day,” he said as he positioned himself behind her, then thrust deep inside her.
Grace arched her back and yelled with the explosive pressure of his quick entrance. He didn’t waste another moment but began pumping into her fiercely. “Every. Damn. Day. Gracie. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I know,” she breathed, her fingers clenching the sheets. “I thought about you, too. All the time. So much. I missed you so much.”
She could say that now and not feel as if she were going back on her word. The decision to walk away from him had been made, and they’d both served that ten-year sentence of being apart. Now was no time for regrets.
“Missed you more,” he declared. “More and more.”
There was no use holding back; he felt too good inside her and she’d needed this too much. Her legs trembled and her arms shook until she had no choice but to lower the top half of her body to the bed, moaning into the mattress as her release took her.
He stayed deep inside her while her muscles gripped him, rubbing a hand up and down her back and over her ass while his other hand still held her hip.
“I need more, Gracie.”
The second she heard him whisper those words she knew what he was asking. “Yes,” she immediately whispered. “Yes.”
When he eased out of her she felt an immediate sense of loss but she knew it wouldn’t last long. During one of their many nights together, he’d come across her toiletry bag where she’d stored the new vibrator and a few other pleasure items. It was in the bathroom in plain sight and she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by him seeing it. Most of the items in that bag they’d explored when they were together. So she knew he’d gone into the bathroom to grab the lube and when he returned, touching his fingers to her anus with the cool product, she felt desire bubbling deep in the pit of her stomach once more.
“Gracie,” he moaned while moving his finger over the tight area, pressing inside slowly.
