“I…” She pauses, and I rest a hand on her cheek, brushing my thumb over her sweet blush. “I want to taste you,” she says, and her words do absolutely nothing to tame my rapidly growing desire.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask, still stroking her cheek. This isn’t something we’ve done before. Have I thought about her mouth on me? Abso-fucking-lutely, but I didn’t want her doing something she wasn’t ready for.
“Yes,” she says, and my heart kicks up a beat at the lack of hesitation in her response.
“Then I won’t stop you from taking what you want.”
She flicks her gaze to mine once more before slowly reaching out her hands and pressing them to my stomach. My abs tense under her touch as she starts to move them over the hard surface before dipping them into the ridges leading under my sweats. She follows the line until her fingers dip just below the waistband.
Grace pauses for a moment, but determination flashes across her face, and my heart swells, knowing she’s fighting her demons. She takes a deep breath, hooking her fingers into my waistband, dragging my sweats and briefs down my hips. She gasps a soft sound when my cock springs out, already rock-hard, and I’m torn between wanting to swallow the sound down or feel it against my cock as it slides between her rosy lips.
When my sweats fall to my feet, I step out of them and kick them to the side, leaving me completely naked in front of her. Grace reaches for me, taking hold of my base. Wrapped around my thickness, her fingers barely touch.
My breath rushes from my lips when she squeezes me in her small hand, and after only a few slow strokes, the muscles in my thighs are straining with the effort to stay still. A bead of precum gathers on my tip, and her dark blue pools lock with mine before she hesitantly leans in and swipes her tongue over my head.
Fuuuck.
I’m definitely not going to last long.
After another swipe of her tongue, she wraps her lips around my tip, my body jolting at the image before me. Then, torturously slow, she slides her mouth down my length, and the feeling of sliding into the soft warmth of her mouth is fucking incredible.
When she draws her mouth back to my tip, she swirls her tongue around before pressing it into the dip on the underside of my head, and I nearly lose my load. “Ah fuck, Grace,” I say on a moan.
Her hand works with her mouth as she slides back down my length while adding suction, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from punching my hips forward. Sliding my hand from her cheek into her hair, I grip onto the silken strands—not hard enough to control her movements but enough to add a little pressure.
Grace hums around me, and the vibration has my balls drawing up. This isn’t like when we kissed for the first time. She might still be tentative and curious, but her movements aren’t like that of someone who’s never done this before. My heart fucking breaks knowing there’s only one scenario in which she would have done this.
“Grace…” I start to pull back, but the pure desire on her face stops me. Reaching down with my other hand, I dip it into the front of her underwear and what I find has me groaning out loud. She’s fucking soaked. Grace moans as I move my hand over her slick pussy and circle her clit. She moans again, and I feel it through every inch of my dick. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
My words only have her sucking harder and moving faster.Fuck me.
“Grace, I—” I start, but my warning turns into a groan. Shit, I can’t even talk. I try to pull back, but she doesn’t let up, grabbing my balls with her other hand and rolling them between her fingers.
Holy shit.
The combination of feeling how wet she is against my hand and watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth has me teetering on the edge of orgasm. But it’s when she looks up, locking her eyes with mine, I lose it, exploding into her mouth. Her throat works as she tries to swallow down my release, and I shudder—my legs barely holding me up.
Cum leaks from the corner of her mouth, and if I had anything left in me,thatsight would have sent me right over the edge again.
“Fuck, Grace,” I say, sliding out of her hot mouth, and this time, she lets me. My cock glistens with a mixture of spit and cum as it bobs between us, and I try to catch my breath, but when a soft whimper leaves the mouth I just slipped out of, I pull my hand from her clit and grab the back of her thighs.
I lift Grace from her knees, coming down on top of her as I lay her on her back, my hand still tangled in her hair. As soon as she hits the mattress, my hand finds her clit again, circling the swollen bud.
“Sebastian…” she says, moving her hips against my hand, and I pull my hand from her hair.
I collect the cum that leaked from the corner of her mouth with my thumb, pushing it back between her lips. Grace moans around my thumb as she sucks away the last of my release.
“How the fuck am I supposed to go to the office and get any work done when all I’m going to be picturing is my cock between your sweet lips?” I grit out, sliding my hand from her clit and through her folds. Grace whines at the loss, and I pull my thumb from her mouth.
“Please, I want…”
“What do you want?” I ask, dipping my finger into her opening before removing it again, and she gasps.
“I want… I want to come.” Her mouth drops open when I move even lower, spreading her juices. I rub my finger over her puckered hole, and she clenches under my touch.
“I… I don’t think I can, Sebastian,” she whispers, swallowing hard.
“You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.” I continue rubbing my finger back and forth, and the softest moan slips from her lips. “But I won’t do something that makes you uncomfortable either,” I assure her, adding the smallest amount of pressure before bringing my touch back to her clit.