Chapter 20
Grace
My heart skipped a beat as my pulse raced. He was beautiful naked. He stood, stroking himself, watching me.
”What do you want, Grace?” he asked softly.
I bit my lower lip. I knew what I wanted, but I didn”t know how to go about getting it. I didn”t know if I could.
”It”s okay,” he continued in his soft voice. ”We don”t have to do anything you don”t want to do.”
”What do you want?” I asked him boldly.
”I want to see you smile.”
Oh, but that was not fair! He couldn”t say things like that. No one had ever said anything like this to me. No one.
He crawled over me and lay on top of me. ”Any bad moments, I want to know,” he ordered.
He kissed me then, once, twice, three times, tender open-mouthed kisses. As he delved his tongue into my mouth, I felt his erection between my legs. Feeling wanton, I lifted my hips to feel him closer.
My hands were on his back, my nails all but digging into his flesh. He leaned on his right arm, taking his weight with him, and stroked my body from neck to thigh.
”If you”re not ready, we can stop now.”
I looked down at his big cock and raised an eyebrow. He chuckled. Kissed me. ”It”s been a while since my dick ruled my actions, Little Tempest.”
”I want to…I do.”
”I understand.” He kissed me again. ”We”ll take it slow. Are you on birth control?”
I shook my head.
”You got condoms?”
I shook my head again.
He got off the bed and pulled out a condom from his jeans. He set it on the bedside table.
”If we get there, I”ll use that. I never go bare.”
”Ever?”
”Never.”
”You don”t trust a woman to take care of contraception?” I asked, curious.
He lay back on top of me and kissed my nose. I was getting used to being naked with him, skin to skin.
”Blaze taught me about the birds and bees,” he sounded amused.
”Blaze?”
”Yeah. My father died when I was little. And Blaze said that it was my responsibility to protect the woman I was having sex with—that meant that I wrapped it up and constantly asked for consent—”
”Constantly?” It was an insight into the Doucets that surprised me.
”Yep! He”d tell me that the best part of sex was consent.”
I laughed.
”And it was my job to make a woman come.”
I raised both my eyebrows. ”What else did he tell you?”
He kissed my lips. ”He told me that women don”t come when we do. That I should make sure that my partner always gets off before I did and even if I didn”t.”
”I”m surprised. I don”t know why, but Blaze…it just seems at odds with how he presents himself.”
”Well, he used colorful language.” He dropped his voice to a growl to imitate Blaze, ”You fuck a girl, you make sure she comes otherwise, you”re a douchebag. You wrap it up every fuckin” time unless you”re in a committed relationship. You eat pussy…that is non-negotiable.”
I felt heat rise through me. ”He said it was nonnegotiable?”
”Gave me a book of techniques and asked me to learn. He warned, you can fuck a girl only after you know how to make her come. Until then, your hand is good enough.”
Of all the things I”d thought I”d do with a naked man in bed with me, it wasn”t have a conversation—a playful one at that.
”Have you not even been foolin” around since your ex?” Zephyr asked, nuzzling my jaw.
”No. Is that a problem?”
A man like Zephyr was used to experience, and I was woefully inadequate.
”No, baby. I want to give you pleasure. I want to make you feel good. I want to…not fuck it up.” He moved his hips and his erection over my pussy. ”You”re so wet, Grace. So, beautifully wet.”
I liked this intimacy, this closeness. Would it end as soon as he got what he wanted? I wasn”t na?ve. I knew that people made love, and it wasn”t all pump and dump. But for some reason, I”d assumed Zephyr was like that. He slept around a lot—and didn”t have trouble getting a woman, so maybe he was callous in bed, less generous.
He pushed himself away from me, took one nipple in his mouth, and suckled. I whimpered. It felt so amazing.
”You have such sensitive tits.” He blew on top of my wet nipple, and it puckered. ”You think I can make you come by just playing with these beauties?”
He sat up, straddling me, and cupped both my breasts. He kissed the tips.
He picked up the condom, ripped it open, and slowly put it on. ”Anytime you want to stop, you say so.”
I was getting tense. All the arousal was dissipating. I hadn”t had a man inside me since the night Liam raped me, the violation that got me my freedom. I saw a therapist. I knew all about PTSD. I knew all about memories staining the present. I couldn”t stop the stiffness that came over me.
If Zephyr noticed, he said nothing. He played with my breasts, putting no pressure on me to enter me. Not changing his hold on me, not forcing my hand.
He then began to slide down my body. He cupped my butt and lifted me so only my shoulders and head were touching the pillow. He kept eye contact with me and licked me from ass to clit.
His blue eyes were glazed with arousal, and I felt a warm rush deep inside me.
”More,” I moaned. I wanted to come again, feel the way only he ever had made me feel.
”I will, baby. You know I will.” He circled my clitoris with his mouth, suckling, biting, nibbling. ”Next time, I want you to ride my face. Will you do that for me, Grace?”
I flushed at the thought, wanting more, wanting it all now.
”Please,” I groaned.
”No, baby, we won”t go too fast. I”m just going to learn your pussy. It”s so pretty. Everything about you is beautiful.”
No one had said as many complimentary things about me in my whole life as Zephyr had in the past few weeks. It was debilitating to hear him say the things I never imagined anyone ever saying to me—it made me weak and hungry for more.
It was slow and languid, and my orgasm, when it came, built up oh so slowly.
”Grace, baby, I want inside you.”
”Yes.” I”d have given him anything he wanted. I never thought sex could be like this. Relaxing and utterly calming.
”You say stop anytime,” he murmured. ”And open your eyes. I need to look at you. Okay?”
It took so much effort because my eyelids felt heavy.
”You have such beautiful eyes, my Little Tempest.”
”Oh God.” I thought I was done and I”d let him have his, but as soon as he slid inside me, my whole body began to shake with pleasure. I was tight, and not because he had a big cock—it had been a long time for me.
”You okay, baby?”
”Yes,” the word choked out of me. Okay? I felt amazing. The friction of having him inside me. That small burn. The feeling of fullness. Wow!
”I”m going to move faster, harder now.” He walked me through everything he was doing and was going to do. In between, he kept telling me how wonderful I was.
By the time Zephyr groaned out his release right after I had spasmed around him during mine, I knew that I had gone right out of my mind and fallen in love with Zephyr Doucet, the man whore of N”awlins.