Chapter 13 #3
Grace looked up to meet his gaze in the faint light. “Is there any rule that says we can’t say it to each other?”
“None that I’m aware of,” he said, kissing her as his cock nudged at her entrance.
Grace sucked in a sharp, deep breath as he worked his way in slowly but surely while continuing to distract her with deep, drugging kisses. Tension vibrated through his big frame, no doubt from the effort it took to go slow.
She would never be able to put words to the exquisite feeling of having Evan McCarthy enter her with such care and concern. This was the way it should be, she thought as she took him in. There ought to be care and concern and emotion and genuine respect between lovers.
Before now, before tonight, she’d been disappointed it had taken her so long to have sex. Now she was glad she’d waited for Evan, because she couldn’t dream of doing this with anyone else.
Her hands found their way to his backside, squeezing and drawing another tortured groan from him.
“Feel okay?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Way better than okay.” Nothing had ever felt like this. She’d been prepared for pain, but this was all about pure pleasure.
“Good,” he said, punctuating the word with another kiss. He flexed his hips, sending his cock even deeper and making contact with a sensitive place inside her.
Grace gasped. “Do that again.”
“Do what? This?” He hit the same spot, doing it again and again until the tension built to a boiling point and then burst.
She cried out as she rode a wave of astonishing pleasure.
Evan grasped her hips and moved in and out of her with increasing speed until he threw his head back and came hard before collapsing on top of her.
Grace put her arms around him, stroking his hair and back as his breathing returned to normal.
“That was incredible,” he said many minutes later.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to want to do that again very soon.”
Even though Grace worried that she’d be sore, she was game for another round if it was anything like the first one. “Me, too.”
“Give me a minute to recover from the first time, and we’ll see what we can do.”
That sent a ripple of laughter through Grace.
Evan pushed his hips against her, reminding her he was still embedded in her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, eager to maintain the intimate contact.
They stayed like that for a long time, until he kissed her and eased his way out of her embrace to deal with the condom. He came right back, slid into bed next to her and covered them with a sheet. Lying with her back to his chest, Grace had never been more content or satisfied.
“You should’ve told me, you know.”
Grace’s heart rate slowed to a crawl. “Told you what?”
“That it was your first time.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, honey, not at all.” His lips on her shoulder added additional reassurance. “I would’ve been more careful. That’s all.”
“You were perfect. It was perfect.” Clutching his hand to her breast, she forced herself to ask the question. “How could you tell?”
“There was some blood on the condom.”
For some reason, hearing that embarrassed her, which was ironic in light of what had transpired between them. “I know I should’ve told you, but there’s no smooth way to introduce that into conversation.”
“As long as you’re okay, I am, too.” He tightened his hold on her, which was how Grace felt his cock against her backside.
“That didn’t take long,” she said with a chuckle.
“We shouldn’t do it again. You’ll be sore.”
She reached behind her to stroke him and felt him get even harder.
“Grace . . .”
She wasn’t ready for their perfect night to be over. “I want to do it again. I don’t care if I’m sore.”
“You’ll care tomorrow.”
“Are you saying no?” she asked, calling upon the most suggestive tone she could muster as she removed her hand and pressed her backside against his erection. It nestled snugly into her cleft.
“God, Grace, you’re hard to resist.” He withdrew from her long enough to roll on another condom. “Stay like this,” he said with his hand on her hip, arranging her the way he wanted her.
When he entered her from behind, she cried out from the surprise and sheer thrill of the new position.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she said, reaching for his hand. “It feels amazing.”
Encouraged by her words, Evan moved them so she was on all fours and he was poised behind her. Old Grace would’ve been worried about him seeing her backside, but New Grace couldn’t do anything but focus on the exquisite feel of him deep inside her.
Then he reached around her, touching his fingers to her clitoris as he rocked into her, surging deeper with every new stroke.
Grace gripped the sheets, seeking to anchor herself as he took her apart one stroke at a time.
She was beginning to fear her perfect night would haunt the rest of her imperfect life.
Where would she ever find another man who could make her feel the way Evan did?
Cherished and protected and worshiped and adored?
As he slowly stroked her to yet another mind-altering orgasm, Grace began to worry about how she’d ever let him go in the morning.