23. Grace
twenty-three
He shuts the door with his foot and hits the deadbolt while I kick my shoes off, and then we leave a trail of clothes to the bedroom as we tear each other’s clothes off. When my fingers hit the bare skin of his torso, I stop a beat to take in the ridges, the definition of his pecs, the bulge of his biceps.
But as my fingers inch down to his jeans, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. Instead of throwing me on the bed and having his way with me like I’ve been fantasizing, he rounds the bed, pins me against the wall, and says, “Where were we? Oh yeah.” And then he raises my wrists over my head with just one hand, spreads my legs with his knee, then lifts me up slowly until we’re eye to eye. “I want to make love to you. But first I’m gonna fuck you.”
He slides his hand down to my hip, his thumb playing in the crease of my leg, inching under my G-string, then I hear a snap and the G-string sliding off me, and I’m totally naked, straddling Ethan’s leg, his mouth at my mouth, my breasts against his chest. He lifts me higher, and his mouth finds my nipple and sucks on it. Ripples of pleasure flow down through my core. Letting go of my wrists, he hoists me even higher, to his face, brings my legs on his shoulders, his face to my center, my back to the wall, and licks my folds, finds my clit and teases it, making me moan. I find purchase by grabbing his hair and leaning against the wall.
When did he get so strong, so assured, so… experienced?
Then I look at us in my bedroom’s standing mirror. Ethan’s strong back muscles rippling under the effort, his head moving between my legs, his jeans hanging low on his hips.
“Ethan… Ethan! I’m-I’m-I’m… I’m gonna come.”
He looks up at me. One long look, a slow smile, then he dips back and laves my clit until I shake, folding on top of his head. He places me on the bed and proceeds to take his jeans off. Slowly. Looking at me the whole time. The metallic sound of his belt buckle, followed by that of sliding leather is an unbearable tease.
My hand goes between my legs.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself for your man.”
Your man. My chin wobbles. “Ethan,” I whisper.
He kicks the jeans off slowly. “Right here.” His cock beats under his black briefs. He strokes himself through the thin fabric. “You want that?”
“Oh god yes.”
“Where do you want it?”
“In my pussy. Now.”
He chuckles. “You were always greedy. Where else?”
Take the briefs off already. “In my mouth.”
He groans, his eyes heavy with desire. “Fuck. You wanna make me come, don’t you?” His large hand strokes his throbbing cock slowly.
“Yes. Come all over me.” I run my hands on my breasts, then lift a foot to try and pull his briefs off.
Leaving his cock, he grabs both my feet and pulls me to the edge of the bed and wraps my ankles around his neck. “What did I say earlier?” he asks in a gruff voice.
My naked center is against his cock but those damn briefs are still there. I want to see his cock, touch his cock, have his cock, and I want it now. “I was greedy?” I venture.
“I said I was going to fuck you.” Suddenly the briefs are gone, and his cock is at my entrance. “Yeah?”
I pant. Then I reach for his cock, but before I can touch it, he thrusts inside me, and I cry out, “Yes.” Ohmygod, it’s been so long. So long without sex, but more importantly, so long without Ethan.
Then, abruptly, he pulls out. “Fuck.”
“What?” I whine.
“Condom. I forgot.”
“I… I’m good. Clean and IUD.”
He seems to hesitate for a beat, but then he takes me again, his strokes slow while he nibbles my earlobe. “I’m clean too. Fuck, Grace. You taste so good. You have no idea how much I missed you. Everything about you. How you taste.” He breathes heavily against my neck, pulls his cock out just enough to stroke my clit with it, then plunges back in, hitting my spot, making me arch my back. “The sound you make when you come.” His cock beats heavily inside me, making me writhe. The pleasure is so intense, I’m ready to snap. “Come for me,” he says, and I start to unravel. “That’s my Grace,” he says again, holding me.
I rake my fingernails down his back and onto his ass, pulling him tight inside me. “You’re coming with me. Fuck me harder.”
He lifts his head, slightly startled, then pummels me. My orgasm rolls out, my pussy clenches around him, and he grunts my name as he empties himself inside me. His weight on me is so good. The way his cock stretches me, the slickness of our combined sweat, the suction sounds of our reacquainting sexes. Everything is so good and so new and so familiar at the same time.
His body shakes under my hands, then stills. He holds me tight against him, running his hand all over me, until he reaches the slickness between my legs.
He gets off the bed and comes back with a warm, damp cloth. As he cleans me, he drops little kisses along my thighs and over my belly. My center is sensitive, bordering on sore, but god—I want this again.
My breath still heavy, I nudge myself against him, wanting to commit every moment to memory. I run my hand on his torso, reading him like Braille. His heart plays a hard drumbeat. Lifting my face to him, I catch him watching me. I sit up and straddle him, running both my hands on him, my center on his cock already coming back to life. His hands land on my thighs, slowly stroking.
In the ten years since I lost him, Ethan has become a man in full. Larger shoulders. Stronger neck. Hairier chest. “No tats?” I ask him, tracing the blue veins on his forearms, feeling them under the pulp of my fingers as I look him in the eye.
He shakes his head and his gaze leaves my face to start its own exploration. He lifts one hand to cup a breast, then trails down to my belly, making me slightly self-conscious. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and for some reason that punches me in the gut. I lean down to kiss him there, softly. His hand comes to the small of my back and I lay my chest on his, wiggling to find the perfect spot where our bodies meld to each other like they were always meant to.
The first time we made love I was eighteen, and that day defined the rest of my life. I’d become a woman under Ethan’s caring body, and as had been my wish for as far as I can remember, I would remain his forever and ever. With a love as perfect as ours, sealed by this ultimate act, nothing could keep us apart.
Not the fact that he was way too old for me. Not the fact that I was barely out of high school, and he was graduating college. None of that, in the grand scheme of life, could matter.
“We should keep the heavy stuff for the morning,” Ethan says softly.
He even knows what I’m thinking. “M-hm.” I wiggle my ass over his cock.
“There’s my Grace,” he says again, and those words, those three words rock my world and scare me and send me back a decade.
He lifts me off him and turns me over. “On your knees.” His commanding voice brings me back to the present. Glancing at him, the hunger in his eyes is all I need to get wet. His cock is long and hard again. He gives it a few strokes, looking down my body with a lust that makes me pant.
Ethan wants me like no other man has ever wanted me. “Fuck, you’re sexy. You make me crazy, you know that?” He places himself behind me, reaches over and plays with my nipple, his cock beating at my entrance. Then he fucks me like he promised.
When morning comes, whatever hatred I pretended to have is long gone.
All I have left is dread for when this comes to an end, but I’ve learned to take things one day at a time.