Chapter Five #3
Grace’s gaze traveled down to the buttons on Owen’s breeches. She wanted desperately to know what he was hiding. She felt arousal flooding her body, nearly painful between her legs, and although the sensation was not new to her, it had never felt like this. This was almost tangible.
So she grew bold, hoping to spur Owen along. She sat up and wriggled her shift up to her waist and then pulled it off over her head, revealing her entire body to Owen.
He groaned. “You are breathtaking,” he said.
She felt self-conscious but tried to hide it.
That wasn’t too hard, given that Owen clearly liked what he saw.
He let go of the buttons holding up his breeches, letting them slide down his hips.
Then he worked to take them off, obscuring what hung between his legs somewhat.
When he stood back up again, Grace had to admit she was a bit startled. How was that supposed to fit—
“Relax,” Owen said, climbing onto the bed. “Lay back.”
She didn’t relax—her heart was beating too fast—but she did lay back, her head sinking into the pillow.
Owen lay down beside her and put a hand on her hip.
It did not escape her notice that they were still naked, that the lamps near the bed shone bright enough that she could see every inch of Owen’s skin, and that Owen now lay close enough to touch and smell and taste.
Tentatively, Grace kissed Owen’s cheek, his jaw, his neck.
His skin was salty and warm, but she liked it.
He shifted his weight on the bed so that he was closer to her, so that their bodies touched from their shoulders to their knees.
She could feel him hard between them, and it should have scared her, but instead it excited her, as if her body knew instinctively what needed to happen here and was urging her forward.
Owen gently pushed one of her shoulders so that she was on her back. He nudged her knees apart with one hand. He placed his fingers on her collarbone and then slowly ran them down her chest, over the rise of her breast.
“Tell me if anything does not feel good or if you want me to stop,” he said. “And please touch me wherever you like.”
The angle was awkward, but truth be told, Grace was most curious about Owen’s cock. Men and women were far more different than even Grace had imagined. Owen had dark hair across his chest, on his forearms, on his shins, but his shoulders and buttocks were bare.
Owen cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple, which pulled a moan out of her.
It was like she had strings in her body that he was pulling, that everything in her body was connected somehow, that she could feel his touch on her breasts between her legs.
She reached over and ran a hand over his buttocks and was surprised by how smooth his skin was.
“Yes,” he murmured, shuffling closer to her.
He kissed her, licking into her mouth. He ran his hand from her breast to her belly button to right between her legs.
“Tell me if this is too much,” he said.
She responded by shifting her hips so that his fingers would be closer to her core. He groaned in response.
He moved with painstaking slowness, so much so that she wanted to tell him to hurry up and get there.
Instead, he teased her, circling the tips of her fingers at the spot between her legs she’d found on her own, late nights when she was alone and curious.
He pressed against it, with exactly the amount of pressure to make her feel tingles everywhere.
Then he slid his fingers down. He slipped one inside her.
It felt good, but also strange.
“You’re wet for me,” Owen murmured. He sounded grateful for that.
She felt like she was on the verge of something, that something big was about to happen. And perhaps it was, because then Owen shifted his body again so that he was above her, his hips between her legs. He dipped his head to nip at her lips and then asked, “Are you ready for me?”
She didn’t know, but she said, “Yes.”
She kept her eyes wide open, watching everything he did. He took himself in-hand and steered his cock toward her center. She felt the blunt head of it between her legs. There was a searing pain at first. She gasped and bit her lip.
Owen hesitated. “Are you all right?”
Somehow she knew that this would pass and said, “Keep going.”
Owen pressed forward slowly, giving her body time to adjust. But her body did open up to accommodate him as he slid forward. He groaned as he pressed all the way in.
“Does that feel good?” she asked him.
“Amazing.” He kissed her again. “You feel amazing.”
She wanted to ask him to describe it, but she wasn’t sure she could put into words what she was feeling right now, let alone expect him to answer.
The pain eased once he started moving, thrusting his hips forward and pulling back, waking up every feeling in her core.
It was incredible. He began to pick up speed and it felt even better.
She grasped his shoulders and let her head fall back, moaning at how good it felt to have him moving inside her.
That feeling that something was coming returned. Owen snuck his hand between them and pressed his thumb against that spot between her legs. He rubbed for a moment and then everything exploded.
She threw her head back, the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced ripping through her.
She gasped and moaned and probably made all manner of unladylike sounds, but she had no control over her body anymore.
She jerked and shook and rode that feeling.
Then she looked up at Owen, whose facial expression looked lost.
He grabbed her face and kissed her hard as he continued to pump his hips. Then he pulled back slightly and moaned. He stopped moving and his whole body went slack suddenly.
Everything seemed to come to a natural conclusion. Owen slid out of her and rolled onto his back, his breathing still hard. Then he put an arm around her and pulled her close. She rolled and rested her head on his chest.
“Was that all right?” she asked.
“Yes. That was…” He was still panting. “I have no words. But it was great. Was that good for you?”
“It felt amazing. I had no idea it would feel like that. Good. Great. My mother explained it like something I’d have to endure, but I already want to do it again.”
Owen laughed. “We will, my dear, we will in good time. I need a while to recover. Men cannot simply go at it without ceasing.”
“Why is that?”
“I have no idea. You’d have to take it up with the Almighty.”
Grace laughed at that. She did feel good.
She felt like her trust in Owen had not been misplaced.
He’d just shown her something amazing, he kept asking for permission to make sure she was still all right, and now he held her like he didn’t want to be separated from her again. She felt closer to him now.
But also sleepy.
“On second thought, I may close my eyes and dream instead,” she said with a yawn.
Owen reached for a blanket that had fallen off the bed during all their activity and draped it over their bodies. “All right. Let us sleep,” he said.