Grace started to apologize for being rude when he laid the potatoes down on the counter in front of her.
“Hearing you speak French gives me a hard-on.”
Grace took a step back from the desire she saw in his eyes, but he pinned her against the counter. Then his mouth took hers before she could tell him to stop.
Once he started kissing her, she didn’t want him to stop anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, parting her lips wider as his tongue explored her mouth, her own tongue tangling with his.
Ice thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel the hardness behind his jeans. As his hand slid under her T-shirt, grasping her breast behind the thin bra, Grace trembled, knowing she should stop him. However, she had been craving the taste of his mouth again.
Ice picked her up, carrying her toward the back of her house with both dogs trailing along behind them. He carried her through her opened bedroom door before turning around and slamming the door closed in the dogs’ faces.
“That wasn’t nice,” she reproached.
“I don’t want those dogs near my dick.”
Ice sat her down on the side of the bed and stood in front of her, reaching down to take off her T-shirt. Then he toed off his boots and took off his jacket before removing his own shirt.
Grace sat there, trying to tell herself to stop him, but the more flesh he displayed, the weaker her resolve became.
Ice’s hands circled her waist, lifting her farther onto the bed.
“Ice, maybe we should slow down.”
“Baby, I’ve been going slow. It’s time we speed things up.”
He reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra then pulling it off before tossing it to the end of the bed. Grace lay still, frozen at his expression.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His soft voice unfurled the nervousness filling her stomach. She relaxed against the soft sheets as Ice took a nipple into his mouth.
Her hands went to his hair; it was beginning to grow out. Letting the silky strands run through her fingers, then to the nape of his neck, she pressed him against her as his tongue twirled her nipple into a hard bud. His mouth left her breast, sliding down her stomach as his hands went to the snap of her jeans before parting them and sliding them down her hips.
Rising up, his mouth left her body as he pulled her jeans off, throwing them away as his mouth went to her hipbone then slid to the curve of her stomach. His tongue slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
Grace felt the fine hairs on her body rise at the excitement he brought out in her.
Ice gripped her panties at her hips, moving them downwards as he followed their path. His mouth then hovered over her pussy as his hand went behind her knee, raising her leg and widening the gap between her thighs.
She was never going to forget the first time Ice’s mouth touched her soft, pink flesh. She would always remember the soft stroke of his tongue as he entered her for the first time. She had doubted she would be able to lose herself to the carnal desires other women had, almost coming to believe Winston had destroyed that part of her, too. Ice showed her that part was not only alive, but demanding the satisfaction he had only given her once before.
Grace slid her legs farther apart as he levered his body to lie between her thighs. His tongue slid wetly out of her entrance, sliding along her crevice until it began swirling around her clit, parting her lips and teasing the bundle of nerves. Grace cried out as the explosions within her erupted, sending her into a whirlwind of sparks and flames, forever putting to rest the doubts of her sexuality.
Ice rose above her, reaching into his back pocket. Grace knew what he was doing as he pulled out the condom, watching as he broke open the package. Her eyes went to the ceiling when he unzipped his jeans, not brave enough to watch as he put on the condom.
She told herself she would stop him, only she didn’t. She kept telling herself she would right up until the moment he thrust inside her. As she felt the steely length of him part her pussy like a knife through butter, she gasped, unable to fool herself any longer. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted herself to him. It didn’t hurt as she’d expected.
Her pussy tightened around him as he stopped, resting his head on her shoulder.
“You doing okay?”
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
Ice’s lips went to her neck, sucking a tiny amount of flesh into his mouth as he slid his cock back and forth inside her.
“Feel good?”