Return To You: A Small Town, Second Chance Romance

43. Grace

forty-three

That morning, before I even get out of bed, I call Claudia to have her reschedule my appointments. Ethan growls and throws his arm my way, pulling me into him. Into his heat, into his kisses, into the weight of his thigh across my waist.

His hard cock now beating against my belly, I wiggle down his length, parting my thighs to take him.

“Fuck you look good under me,” he growls. “I’m crazy ’bout you, Grace. Totally crazy.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

His eyes narrow. “Careful what you ask for.”

“Fuck me,” I repeat, louder, stretching my arms over my head.

He snatches both my wrists in one hand, pinning me under him, and enters me in long, deep strokes that take me over the edge in stupidly little time.

I need to learn how to control myself. I need to make this last longer. Ethan is only here for two days, for fuck’s sakes.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he stops mid-stroke, his hard dick beating inside me.

“I need to… never mind.”

He pulls out. “You need to what?”

I clasp my thighs around his waist, trying to pull him back into me. “Come back inside,” I whisper with a smile, “where it’s warm and wet.”

“You need to what?” he repeats, his brow furrowing. “You wanna go to the bathroom?” He pulls himself higher above me on his elbows.

I can’t help but laugh softly at his question. “No! No-no-no. Come back in, seriously.” This time I drag my fingernails down his back, to tell him I mean business.

“Grace. You need to what?”

I roll my eyes. He’s not going to let go, is he? “I need to learn how to hold it.”

He frowns.

“I already came!”

His eyes widen on me, understanding hitting him. “I’m sorry. Fuck. Shoulda…” He licks his way down my neck, starts a trail of kisses that take him to my nipple, which he sucks with a fervor that makes me arch my back.

My center pulses already. “Babe,” I whisper, “that’s not what I meant. I-you-you-you don’t need to do that.”

He grunts, licking his way down from my nipple to my belly button.

“Babe, honey,” I insist. “I want you back inside me. I just meant I—”

His tongue darts lazily down my center, parting my folds.

Trying to pull his head up to me is useless. He hits my clit, and I lose all willpower, bucking under his mouth. “Ethan…” is all I manage to whimper.

He lifts his head. “Yeah, babe?”

“Nothin’… Ohmygod, Ethan!”

In one swift movement he’s back over me, his cock is inside me, and we lock gazes as he sets a powerful rhythm. “Take your time or come right now, sweet Grace. Whatever you want. Whatever you need.” He runs callused fingers over my nipple.

“Oh…”

“You like that?” He pinches the nipple with exactly the right pressure, making me arch my back.

“Oh, honey.”

“What?” he grunts.

“I love how you… and what you… and everything,” I babble.

“You’re the sexiest thing alive, you know that?” He punctuates his words with a thrust that almost brings me to the edge.

I knead his nape, committing to memory the feel of his muscles rolling under my eager fingers. “You like me? In bed?”

He grunts, picking up his rhythm. “Fuck, babe. Did you hear what I said about you driving me crazy? No joke, you’re all I can think about. You’re the only air I want to breathe. The only battle I want to fight. The only life I want to live. I just wanna stay in this bedroom for the rest of my life, making you come ’til the end of time.”

I come from his words more than from his magnificent cock, pulling him to me with all my strength, feeling him empty himself inside me as he holds me tighter.

After, we stay tangled, our breaths mingled, our heartbeats loud.