28. Grace
28
Grace
H is fingers twirled in my hair as my stomach swished with heat, his tongue moving over the sensitive spots in my mouth as his other hand gripped my wrist, preventing me from turning the lights on.
"Delicious."
My breaths quickened as he spun me towards the bed.
What's happened?
What's different?
Will he take it out on me?
For years, I'd been subjected to the whim of every man, their wicked desires forced upon my body, and no amount of strength in my voice carried weight against them.
I was at their mercy.
Am I at his?
The backs of my legs met the mattress, and he forced me to sit, towering over me. My head tilted back as far as my bones and tendons would allow, his fist gripping my hair.
"Are you afraid?"
I shook my head. "Should I be?"
A crooked smile branched across his shadow-strewn face. "Never." He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, his caress a sensual masterpiece that had my stomach fluttering.
What game is he playing?
He wedged himself between my trembling thighs while planting a trail of kisses towards my ear. "You can always say no."
He pressed me onto the rumpled black silk, my back chilling, his hand falling away from my skull as he tucked them behind me. His thigh hit the back of my legs as he settled his hard erection against my swelling clit, forcing a gasp from my lips, my heels resting against his lower back .
"Do you want to say no, Grace?" His lips trailed down my neck to my breasts. He engulfed a single peaked nipple in his mouth, soaking the sheer fabric settling between us.
I moaned, his tongue flicking over the tip, sending zings of electricity between my legs. "No."
He pursed his lips and blew a cool breath over my wet nipple. "No, you want me to stop, or no, you don't want me to?"
"Elias." I gulped in a lungful of air as shivers trailed down one side of my body, gooseflesh raising along delicate skin. "Keep going."
"You want more?" He nibbled down my side, biting my ribcage and then my belly with soft kisses soothing the sting.
"Yes…please."
He growled as he lowered himself to the floor, his hands trailing down my body, then shoved my chemise above my waist, his fist clenched in the fragile material.
Warm lips pressed against my panties, his tongue wetting the fabric above my clit. I bucked my hips against his mouth, and I spread my legs wider.
"So eager." He glanced up at me and rubbed the prickly stubble on his chin against me, causing my legs to tremble.
Fire ignited in my belly, heating my skin and curling my toes.
God, don't stop.
"I want to taste you." He brushed my panties aside as I braced myself on my elbows and slid my fingers through his charcoal-black hair, my nails scraping against his scalp. The flat of his tongue slid across my throbbing clit, my head tipping back with an elongated moan.
"Oh fuck." I drew up my legs, braced my heels on the edge of the bed, and spread my legs wide for him. "Don't…stop."
A sharp tug ripped the fabric on my hips, my panties pulling away in tatters as he dropped them to the floor and then gripped my hips. Dragging my ass closer to the edge of the bed, he spread my legs wide, his mouth never ceasing his delicious assault on my throbbing clit.
My arms collapsed beneath me as the pressure in my belly grew, desperation clawing at my insides, seeking the euphoria he taught me to enjoy.
"More." I whimpered as tears pooled at the corners of my eyes as he rewrote the hurt inside of me.
He's mine.
He's here with me, making me feel things I've never experienced before him.
His tongue flicked, his fingers dug into my hips, his groans feeding an endless fire.
An explosion ripped from my depths, my mind floating and fuzzy, my toes curling as I moaned his name without shame.
He pressed against me as I peeled my eyes open and stared into his dark depths. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." I dropped my hand above my head as he swiped the tear trailing down my temple.
"Then why are you crying?"
I shrugged. "Would you believe it's because it was such a good orgasm?"
He raised a brow. "I'm good, but I've never made a woman cry unless I wanted her to."
I laughed. "Does that happen often; you making women cry?"
"Today's a record."
My smile diminished as I slid my hand down his chest, his hard erection pressing against his pants, my fingers dragging over the taut fabric, eliciting a gasp from his glistening lips.
I pushed him to the bed, our roles reversed as I straddled him and ran my tongue over his lips, savoring the taste of me on him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and rose to a seated position, his other hand gripping my cheeks as he slammed his lips on mine, our tongues tempted and teased. My hips gyrating against him.
He stood with me in his arms, my feet sliding to the floor, his hand in my hair, his eyes heavy with lust.
"You're perfect riding my cock, but I need to see you on your knees for me."
"You flatter me." A smile tore my bottom lip from my teeth, my fingers pulling at his button and zipper, then pushed his pants and briefs from his hips as I sunk to my knees. "Like this?"
He nodded with a heavy breath, his warm, hard flesh standing at attention as he discarded his clothing. I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing. I lashed my tongue against the tip of his erection. His thick cock jumped in my hand.
" Merda ." He tightened his grip on my hair as I widened my mouth and took him in slow and deep, my tongue massaging the underside of his cock.
His breaths turned ragged as he stared down at me. "You're doing so well, mi amor ."
I ran the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and swirled over the swollen head .
"My turn." His hips took over the motion, his hand pressing my head down as he worked himself down my throat. Tears rushed down my cheeks as he stretched my lips and throat.
"If only you had mascara running down your beautiful face." He wiped the tears away as he held me down, my throat relaxing as I'd been taught.
He withdrew, his cock brushing my lips. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, my stomach swirling as the heat warmed my center, my saliva dripping from his tip.
"Let me know if it's too much."
A teasing grin lifted my lips as I gripped him at the base, then slid my lips back over him, giving him my best until his hand in my hair tightened and he tugged.
"Grace."
He tugged harder, but I sucked him down, my hand rotating, my other cupping his balls which drew tight against his body.
"I'm going to cum down your throat." His head swelled, and he gasped. "Are you ready for me?"
I hummed my response.
"Good girl. Eyes on me and swallow me down, amorcita ."
His little love?
I glanced up at him through thick lashes, my tears wetting my cheeks as his hips stiffened, spilling his warmth into my mouth. A guttural growl filled the heady space between us.
He met my stare as my throat bobbed, swallowing everything he gave me. My heart swelled with his tender, lustful look. He pulled from my mouth, dragged me to my feet, and tossed me to the bed, my belly flat against the fabric.
"Such a temptation."
I laughed as he lifted my chemise from my back and tore it in two, my butt rocking into the air.
His hand came down on my butt cheek with a skin-on-skin snap.
I yelped, a tinge sparking in my chest and stomach, my insides seizing as he studied the handprint he left behind.
"Tell me how it feels." I bit my lip, my forehead wrinkling.
"What?" He raised a brow. "You in my hands? "
I gave a subtle shake. "I want to know what you feel when you hit me. Does it turn you on?" Please say no . "Do you want more pain?"
A coy smile tipped his lips, and a part of me collapsed.
He shook his head, and I released my breath. "No." He leaned over me, his lips caressing my shoulder. "But if it's what you want, I'll give it to you."
I rolled to my back and shook my head as his lips found my nipple. "I like what you do to me."
His hands ran down my sides and paused on my hips, his fingers digging in as he moved his kisses along my sternum to my belly. "Anything you can't handle, you let me know. You've got complete control with me." He pulled me against him, his hardening cock between my thighs, then brought me into a seated position, his hands entwined in my hair. "No one else does." He brushed his lips against mine. "Do you understand that?"
"Total control…" Our lips teased one another, breathing each other in, confirming the sacrificial admission made for me.
"Yes." His tongue pushed through my lips as he lined himself to my core and thrust deep inside of me.
Our tongues twisted together, moans filling the space around us, his hands warming my body while his words caressed my soul in a way noone ever had before.