“It feels…”
“Tell me,” I say.
With a shaky breath, she says, “Good. It feels… good.”
Unable to stop myself, I reach into my sweats and wrap my hand around my hard cock, still holding onto her with one arm. My hand is still slick from touching Grace, and I use the wetness to slide my hand up and down my length whilst watching her finger herself. When she’s close, she pulls her fingers free with a gasp and brings them back to her clit, her movements already less hesitant than when she started.
Grace tilts her head back towards the sky as her mouth drops open, and I have to pull my hand away from my cock before I send myself over the edge along with her. Her body shudders as her release washes over her, and my cock throbs at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re soaking right through my sweats,” I say when she’s finished, grasping the hand she just used to get herself off and bringing it to my mouth. A breathy moan escapes her lips as I suck her fingers into my mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of her release.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I say when I’ve licked her fingers clean, and another shudder jolts her body. “Now, take what you want.”
“I don’t… I’ve never done it like this,” she says, and I can’t resist taking her mouth with mine. Our teeth clash with the intensity of the kiss. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, I revel in the moan it draws from her.
“Babe, I’m so close from watching you finger fuck yourself that I guarantee whatever you do will feel great,” I say, and it’s not until the words are already out of my mouth that I’ve realised what I’ve said.Babe?
With a deep breath, Grace reaches for my sweats, and after a little bit of manoeuvring, I manage to lift my hips enough to get them under my ass, allowing my cock to spring free while Grace shifts back to her knees. Then, with Grace straddling me once more, she wraps her small palm around my length and gives it a couple of pumps whilst I hook my thumb into her underwear and pull them to the side so she can bring me to her entrance.
So fucking slowly, she lowers herself onto me, and I have to stop myself from surging into her as her lips part around my thick cock, and I slide further into her wet heat. “Fuck me, you feel so good, Grace.”
She doesn’t stop until I’m fully seated, and when she can’t go any further, she brings her hands to rest on my shoulders. “Take it,” I say and bring my hands to her hips, but I don’t add much pressure.
She rises a little on her knees with uncertainty in her eyes before sinking back down, and I groan. Her movements are a little awkward at first, but I was telling the truth when I said that it doesn’t matter what she does. And from the way my balls already sit heavy and tight at the base of my cock, I know all I need is her.
It’s not long before she finds a comfortable rhythm, and when I start thrusting up in time with her, she tips her head back as her mouth drops open on a moan, and the moonlight hits her face taking my breath away.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“It’s perfect,” I say, squeezing her hips. “I need your mouth.” Grace leans down and plants her lips straight onto mine, and a rumble builds in my throat as her tongue dives into my mouth.
Pressure starts building in my lower belly, sending sparks through my balls and up my cock, and I know I’m close. “Touch yourself,” I say after ripping my lips from hers.
Taking a hand from my shoulder, she brings it between her legs. Instead of going for her clit, she slides through her folds on either side of my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. She rubs her hand back and forth a few times, and the extra stimulation is nearly my undoing. “Fuck, Grace. I’m too close,” I say as a rumbling growl escapes me.
“I like feeling where you enter me,” she says with a voice mixed with lust and curiosity, and that’s all it takes.
My release slams into me, and my cock pulses as spurt after spurt of my cum empties deep inside her. Grace moves her hand, and I know the exact moment she makes contact with her clit because her walls clench around me. “Shit.”
She keeps riding my dick until she brings herself to orgasm, and the sight wrings every drop from my spent cock. Grace lifts her hips after a couple of minutes, and my dick slips out, slick with both of our releases.
We lie on the lounge chair for a while—well, Grace lies mostly on me—just breathing and watching the sky. My mind is quiet out here. I can almost forget about everything else with Grace’s heart beating a steady rhythm against me and the moon shining down on us. Work. Being back here. Not knowing if she’s going to ask toleave. Why do the women in my life always leave me?First my birth mother, then Elena. Now every day, I worry I haven’t done enough to convince Grace tostay.
“What if we went away for the weekend?” The question escapes me before I can even think about what I’m saying.
“What?” Grace asks, lifting her head.
“We could go away, just the two of us,” I say, the idea getting stronger now that I’ve spoken aloud. “No people, no work, just us.”
“Are you okay?”
“Do you not want to go?” I ask, my heart sinking.
“Do you really mean it? No work? Just us for the whole weekend?” she asks, her eyes big and full of…hope?
“Yes.”
Her face slowly breaks into a smile, not stopping until she’s beaming at me. “I’d love to go,” she says before sealing her mouth to mine.
I groan into her, feeling some of the tension leave me.
“Where are we going to go?” she asks, but I never made it that far in the plan.
“Anywhere, as long as it’s with you.”