Chapter 8 #2
“Tell me what to do,” Grace whispered, and while she sounded innocent, there was a hungry glint in her eye that made me think she’d given this more thought than she was letting on. Or perhaps more than she was supposed to have thought about it.
Maybe this was the dark curiosity monster she’d alluded to. I wanted to see it.
“What do you want, Gracie?” I asked in a low voice, skimming my hand over the dip of her waist to rest on her hip.
I wanted more than anything to slide my hand lower and grab a handful of that spectacular ass in those teeny shorts that had driven me crazy when I’d followed her into her room last night, but I managed to resist.
“What do you mean?” Grace asked, even as her hips rolled slightly—so, so close to grinding against my thigh.
“I mean,” I began slowly, not wanting to spook her. “Tell me about those naughty things a good little agathos like you shouldn’t have imagined trying,” I murmured, my lips ghosting the shell of her ear.
Maybe I was imagining things, but it felt like her face warmed where her cheek rested on my chest.
I would have dropped the subject if she’d refused, but Grace tentatively moved closer, draping herself more completely over me.
Don’t ask if she has dirty fantasies. Don’t do it.
Wait a few days.
Her hips rolled experimentally again, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she tested a slightly different angle.
Part of me had known there was a burning curiosity underneath Grace’s veneer of perfect politeness—I could feel it—but I was also a little surprised at how quickly she’d taken to the idea.
Maybe what Grace needed wasn’t so much guidance as approval.
That nod of go-ahead to just fucking explore and live, and not give a shit what anyone else had to say about it.
And someone to tell her it was okay afterwards, when the inevitable guilt for feeling anything other than chaste positivity arose.
My hands found her hips and I gently guided her further up my body until she was straddling me, her palms flat on my chest to steady herself.
Don’t come , I reminded myself silently. She was holding herself above me, hovering an inch away from where I wanted her, desire warring with indecision on her face.
“Your speed,” I reminded her, loosening my hold on her hips. Grace scanned my face as though she was looking for a lie, and I resisted the urge to close my eyes. I wanted her to see the honesty in my face, even if I hated her seeing the red in my irises.
“I don’t know what to do now,” she breathed.
“Lower your hips. Just…listen to your body. When it feels good, you’ll know,” I instructed, wishing I was less useless. I knew how to make a woman feel good, but I wasn’t clear on how to make a woman make themself feel good.
With a decisive nod, Grace lowered her hips until we were pressed together. I exhaled slowly, feeling her heat between the two thin layers of fabric. How did this feel so intense? As far as sexual encounters went, it wasn’t my most daring, but it felt like everything.
Grace rolled her hips again, a quiet surprised moan escaping her. She was definitely hitting my piercing, but I didn’t want to mention that yet. I doubted Grace even knew you could get piercings there.
Fuck, she felt good.
I scrunched my eyes shut for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control over my own fucking body.
“Why does this feel so nice?” Grace whispered, grinding against me, her nails digging into my chest. Shit, I was kind of hoping for better than nice .
I forced my eyes open and found genuine confusion on her face. Oh, that had been a real question.
Who the fuck was giving agathos sex ed?
“Er, that’s your clit,” I replied, stumbling slightly over my words. There was no universe in which I was equipped to talk about this. “It’s sensitive.”
Fucking hell, Riot. It’s sensitive. Yeah, pretty sure she’d figured that out just fine.
“And this, it’s, um…It’s meant to feel this good?” Grace asked shyly.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” I growled, feeling echoes of the shame she was trying to suppress. “It’s meant to feel fucking great , and it’ll feel even better when its my tongue rather than your sleep shorts.”
Ah, there was that adorable squeak noise again.
“You’ve really never touched yourself here before, Grace?” I asked, my thumbs stroking close to her inner thighs.
“It’s not allowed,” Grace replied instantly, digging her nails in a little harder.
“People do things they’re not allowed to do all the time.”
“I tried sometimes. It didn’t feel like this,” she said quietly, tipping her head back. Most of her long hair had fallen out of its tie and was brushing the sheets covering my legs, and I cursed every bit of fabric in this room that stopped me feeling her skin on mine.
“Naughty,” I teased, slipping my hands underneath her shorts so I could at least feel the smooth skin of her legs.
Grace leaned forward, draping herself over my chest and I swelled a little with pride that she was angling herself to find a better position, chasing her own pleasure.
The shift forced me to move my hands so I cupped the back of her thighs, feeling the edge of her panties under my thumbs.
Not moving my hands any higher was a fucking marathon effort.
Grace scooped her hair over one shoulder and leaned in close, her lips brushing against my jaw.
“I don’t think I’m as good as you think I am,” she whispered, sending a shot of lust directly to my balls. “And I don’t think you’re as bad as you think you are.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I murmured, running my thumbs over the edge of her cotton panties again. “I’m having some very bad thoughts right now.”
Grace leaned back, biting her lower lip for a moment before reaching back with one hand to grab my wrist, encouraging my hands higher.
There was definitely a goddess involved in the creation of this ass.
Maybe multiple goddesses. I grabbed both cheeks with enough pressure to make her gasp, grinding her down harder on my painfully hard dick.
“Give me your mouth, Gracie,” I commanded. I wasn’t going to let her overthink this. This was about pure enjoyment.
Soft lips brushed tentatively against mine, and I snagged her lower lip between my teeth, drawing back slowly, coaxing her to relax. To let me give her this pleasure that she hadn’t been able to find on her own.
Mine . Fucking mine. I’d fight the goddesses myself if they tried to take Grace away from me.
“Something is happening,” Grace breathed. “I can’t, I don’t know what to do.”
There was a plea in her voice I would have understood even without the vague brushes of helplessness against my skin. I rolled us both easily, and Grace landed on her back with a gasp of surprise, looking up at me with complete trust in her eyes that I absolutely hadn’t earned.
I hitched her leg up over my hip, bracing one arm next to her head and gripping the back of her knee while I took over, rolling my hips until I found the rhythm that made her eyes roll back into her head.
“Right there?” I confirmed, barely recognizing my husky voice.
“Right there,” Grace sighed, arching her back.
The movement highlighted the points of her nipples and I moved my head down slowly, giving her time to see what I was doing, to stop me.
Grace’s eyes met mine, her breathing labored, but she didn’t protest. If anything, her back arched higher off the bed, and I wasn’t about to say no to that invitation.
I closed my mouth around her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, soaking through the material before scraping my teeth over the sensitive bud.
Grace cried out, a breathy, whiny sound that I wanted to fall asleep and wake up to for the rest of my life, as her inner thighs clamped around my hips, body writhing underneath mine.
I rocked against her, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible, as I found my own release, acutely aware that I was coming harder than I ever had, and my thin cotton boxers were not going to hide anything.
As Grace came down from her orgasm high, I rolled us again so she was draped over me, just like she was when she’d woken up, and gathered her close. She was breathing hard, clinging to me for a moment before shifting her head back against my bicep to look at me.
I really needed to go clean up, but the last thing I wanted to do was rush off when I knew Grace’s thoughts would probably be all over the place.
“That was…” she began, trailing off like she couldn’t think of the right words to articulate an orgasm via dry humping.
“Life changing?” I teased.
“A little, actually,” Grace admitted worriedly, one of her hands was fidgeting restlessly, and I glanced down to find her nervously pushing the ring on her finger in circles with her thumb.
“It doesn’t have to lead anywhere else, Gracie. We can do that again, or never do it again. There’s no pressure here,” I assured her. Had I moved too quickly? Corrupting innocent maidens was the domain of the Philotes line. I didn’t have experience with anyone as inexperienced as Grace.
“I’m worried about how much I want to do that again. And how I’m going to survive all day at work knowing we could be doing that instead,” Grace muttered, frowning.
My lips twitched. “The anticipation is half the fun. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll be suffering too.”
“It’s probably a bad thing that does make me feel better,” Grace mused.
“You little sadist.” I patted the side of her hip before extricating myself, needing to get in the shower before I freaked her out.
She followed my movements with wide eyes. “You’re going to come back tonight, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I’ll come back if you want me here,” I told her easily. Good luck getting rid of me.
“I would like you here please,” Grace replied shyly.
I was halfway to the door before she spoke again, her nervousness skittering over my skin. “Um, do you want me to, you know, return the favor?”