Chapter 27 #2
It was Grace’s turn to groan her curse, but it was muffled when she pressed her mouth harder to Alix’s pussy. When Alix responded by grinding against her.
“Grace, please” was all Alix had to whisper, and Grace was tearing off her underwear.
Wrapping her arms around Alix’s strong thighs, Grace kept her pinned down to minimize her squirming. She looked up at her, watching her chest rise and fall too fast, clinging to the sheets at her side like they might help her survive the anticipation.
“Look at me,” Grace demanded, voice low and dark and promising that it would be worth it.
Alix bit her lip so hard, Grace was expecting her to draw blood. The moment Alix’s gaze met hers, Grace extended her tongue and collected every drop of arousal she’d earned like it was ice cream dripping over the side of the cone.
Entire body trembling, Alix couldn’t keep her eyes open. Neither could Grace. Not when the moment felt like magic. Gripping her thighs so tight there was no way she wasn’t leaving marks, Grace moaned while she let her tongue roam.
“That feels so good,” Alix managed in a gasp.
Grace’s long, lazy passes grew more focused with every swipe. With every buck of Alix’s hips and every desperate moan.
“You taste so fucking good,” she said before greedily slipping her tongue inside for more.
Alix’s fingers in her hair only spurred her on. Only encouraged her to reveal every filthy thought she hadn’t let herself entertain while drinking Alix in. Like she might never get to do it again, Grace left no part of Alix untasted.
When she returned to take Alix’s hard, swollen clit between her lips, Alix tightened her grip in Grace’s hair. Grace cursed, overwhelmed by the unexpectedly demanding way Alix kept her head still while grinding against her mouth.
It was Grace’s turn to rock uselessly against the mattress while Alix moaned and breathed in the most excruciatingly sexy way.
And then Alix let out a strangled “Don’t stop” before she went still, holding her breath.
Before she coated Grace’s covetous tongue and nearly made Grace come with nothing but her own shuddering orgasm.
Grace didn’t stop. Not until Alix’s fingers were running through her hair, and she cupped her cheek to draw her attention up to her.
“Kiss me,” Alix muttered, voice husky.
Grace did. She kissed a wandering path up Alix’s body and to her waiting mouth. When Alix kissed her this time, she held her face with both hands. Slow and probing, Grace nearly disintegrated when she realized that Alix was tasting herself.
“That was unbelievable,” Alix said, flipping Grace onto her back without stopping to catch her breath. “My turn,” she said, eyes dark and dangerous. “And I want you very naked. Right now.”
Grace couldn’t stop running her fingers through Alix’s hair. Just the sight of her, naked and covered in sweat, was enough to send a new wave of painful arousal rushing through Grace’s beleaguered body.
Before Grace could reach behind her and unhook her bra, Alix was there. Unfastening her bra with a quick snap of her fingers, Alix triggered a flash of jealousy.
“Lots of practice with that, huh?” Grace couldn’t stop herself.
Alix’s lopsided smile gave Grace just one dimple. “Please don’t tell me you’re jealous.” She pulled the bra off and flung it over the side of the bed. “I don’t know how much more attracted to you I can get.”
As if seeing Grace topless was all she’d ever wanted, Alix groaned before kissing her way down Grace’s chest. In a flurry of compliments and moans, Alix undressed her like it was a sacred activity.
By the time she pulled Alix on top of her nude body, Grace was desperate for release. “Kiss me,” Grace breathed, needing to feel every part of Alix’s body on her. Needing her weight and heat and undeniable presence.
“Tell me what you like,” Alix muttered against Grace’s mouth.
It was impossible to think while Alix rolled her thumb over Grace’s nipple. While she ran her palm over the curve of Grace’s hip like she appreciated its reckless nature. While she gripped her thick thigh hard like she couldn’t wait to worship her body as soon as Grace released her from their kiss.
“Just touch me.” Grace’s throat was so dry and her body pulled so tight. “If you just get in the neighborhood of the right spot, I’m going to come.”
Alix smirked against her swollen lips. “Yeah? That turned on, huh?” She made circles with her thumb on the inside of Grace’s thigh.
It was almost cute how Alix thought she was going to tease her. How Alix labored under the delusion that she’d be in charge just because she was physically on top.
“Are you going to make me take matters into my own hands?” Grace’s question was dripping with conviction.
Immediately recognizing that it wasn’t an empty threat, Alix cursed. “Where did you come from?”
Alix swallowed Grace’s response with a kiss. The moment her tongue touched hers, Alix’s fingers discovered just how badly she wanted her.
“Fuck, Grace. You’re so wet,” Alix said with the pain of enduring a broken femur.
Wrapping one arm around Alix’s waist, Grace tipped her head back. The sensation of Alix indulging in her arousal, of her spreading it from her entrance to her clit in long, agonizing circles was almost enough to kill her. She couldn’t be the most aggrieved party. Grace had to retaliate.
“That’s how I’ve been every time we’ve kissed,” she admitted. “I’ve had to sleep next to you like that—”
Alix cut her off with a kiss, handing Grace the victory without even trying. The messier and more unfocused Alix’s kiss turned, the more on-target her skillful fingers became.
“Faster,” Grace demanded, desire pounding so hard and desperate to escape.
“No please?” Alix teased against her mouth, but she didn’t hesitate to speed up.
Blunt fingernails digging into Alix’s back was the only sign she could give her that she’d found the perfect pace.
Breaking their kiss, Grace’s body flooded with unbearable heat.
It was all she could do not to scream, but then Alix’s mouth was on her chest, leaving her own mark while she pushed Grace to the edge.
Grace wanted Alix to do it harder. To make it hurt. To make it impossible not to carry her away on her skin. In her body. In her heart.
Tearing at the sheets, Grace was so close. She rocked her hips in rhythm with Alix’s quick pace.
“Kiss me while I—”
Alix covered her mouth with hers, tongue so deep in her mouth it was obscene. Obscene and hot and exactly what Grace needed to come so hard her lungs squeezed shut.
Despite Grace’s frantic rocking, Alix didn’t lose her place. Biceps flexing, she drew out another orgasm like it was effortless. Like Grace didn’t usually need a vibrator and so much concentration to come. Like she’d already known her body. Studied it. Memorized it.
Resolve unrelenting, Alix whispered filthy encouragement when she dipped her fingers into Grace’s entrance.
When she asked entirely too politely for what Grace needed her to just fucking take.
When she filled her with two fingers and made good on her promise to fuck her with an absolutely desperate need.
Over and over Alix made up for all the times neither of them had been brave enough to risk their friendship. When they’d been too afraid of losing to consider what they might gain.
When Grace reached between their slick bodies to stop Alix from trying to kill her, Alix pulled out of her gently. Hot and sweaty, Grace should have reached for a water bottle, but she pulled Alix flush on top of her instead.
“That was amazing,” Grace rasped, throat raw.
Alix moistened her lips. “You’re amazing.”
Wrapping her arms around Alix, she kissed her shoulders, her cheek, her lips. When she looked up into her soft eyes and completely enamored expression, Grace’s heart thrummed with an impossible question.
How the hell am I supposed to say goodbye now?