25. Grace
25
GRACE
O nce we’re at the car, he leans in and kisses me hungrily. His kiss is amazing; it sends a wave of heat through me all the way down to my toes. He pulls away and puts his forehead against mine.
“This flight back to the manor might kill me,” he chuckles.
I give him a flirty look as I climb into the car.
"Oh really?" I tease, my heart still racing from the kiss. "I'm sure you'll survive somehow."
He grins as he slides in beside me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't know about that. Being so close to you for hours and not being able to touch you? Pure torture."
As we pull away from the curb, his hand finds mine.
I love that he’s so affectionate in this way. I adore the touchy-feely stuff, and he excels in it.
Even that small touch sends shivers down my spine. The anticipation builds with each mile we drive, the air between us charged with electricity.
When we finally reach the small airstrip where his private jet waits, I can barely contain myself. As soon as we're on board and the door closes behind us, he pulls me into his arms again.
"Now, where were we?" he murmurs against my lips before capturing them in another searing kiss.
I melt into his embrace, my fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepens. When we finally come up for air, I'm breathless and dizzy. He looks just as affected, his eyes dark with desire.
"I think we were right about here," I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest.
He groans softly. "You're going to be the death of me."
The pilot's voice crackles over the intercom, informing us we'll be taking off shortly. Reluctantly, we separate and buckle ourselves in for takeoff.
As the plane lifts into the air, he takes my hand again, bringing it to his lips. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "there are some definite advantages to having a private jet."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? And what might those be?"
His smile turns wicked as he unbuckles his seatbelt and stands, pulling me up with him.
"Allow me to demonstrate," he purrs, leading me towards the back of the plane where a small bedroom is tucked away.
As soon as the door closes behind us, his lips are on mine again, hungry and insistent. I respond with equal passion, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down his back.
He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, then gently lowers me onto the plush mattress.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathes, his eyes raking over me.
I reach up to pull him down to me, craving the feel of his body against mine. "Show me," I whisper against his ear.
His breath catches at my words, and I feel a tremor run through his body. Slowly, he begins to undress me, his fingers skimming over my skin as each piece of clothing falls away.
His touch is electric, igniting sparks wherever it lands.
I reach for him too, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt in my eagerness. He chuckles softly, helping me remove it before shrugging out of the rest of his clothes. Finally, we're skin to skin, and I gasp at the sensation.
"You're so perfect," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck.
His hands and mouth explore my body as he goes downward until he’s between my thighs. He kisses me softly on the thigh before his finger slides inside me, pressing against my clit.
I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. His fingers move with expert precision, building the tension coiling inside me. When his mouth replaces his fingers, I cry out, clutching at the sheets.
"Oh god," I gasp as waves of pleasure crash over me. He doesn't let up, drawing out my climax until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
Finally, he moves back up my body, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it ignites a fresh wave of desire. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
"I need you," I breathe against his mouth. "Please."
He groans, positioning himself at my entrance. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
In answer, I roll my hips, taking him inside me. We both gasp at the sensation. He stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine as we both adjust to the feeling of being joined so intimately.
"You feel incredible," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
Slowly, he begins to move, setting a languid pace that has me arching beneath him, desperate for more. I rake my nails down his back, urging him on.
"Faster," I plead. "Please."
He obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. The tension builds again, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"Let go," he whispers in my ear. "I've got you."
His words push me over the precipice. I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He follows me over the edge moments later, his body tensing as he finds his release. We cling to each other, breathing heavily as the aftershocks ripple through us.
Slowly, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm nestled against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as our heartbeat gradually slow.
"Well," I say after a while, my voice still a bit breathless, "I'd say that was a pretty good demonstration of the advantages of private air travel."
He chuckles. "Indeed. Though I think we may need to conduct further research. You know, for science."
I prop myself up on an elbow, grinning down at him. "Oh really? And how many more test flights do you think we'll need?"
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls me in for another kiss, this one slow and tender. When he pulls back, his expression is soft and full of affection.
"As many as it takes," he murmurs. "I could spend a lifetime exploring every inch of you and never grow tired of it."
His words make my heart skip a beat. There's an intensity in his gaze that both thrills and terrifies me. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and the depth of my feelings for him is overwhelming at times.
"A lifetime, huh?" I say, trying to keep my tone light despite the emotions swirling inside me. "That's quite a commitment."
He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch impossibly gentle. "With you? It doesn't feel like nearly long enough."
I swallow hard. “I agree.”
“Now, get over here and climb in my lap so that I can see you better. I want those tits in my mouth while you come undone on me.”
Oh shit, yes please.
I don't need to be told twice. With a coy smile, I straddle his hips. His hands immediately go to my breasts, kneading them gently as his thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
I lean down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as I continue to move against him. I can feel him hardening beneath me, and the knowledge that I affect him just as much as he affects me is intoxicating.
His mouth leaves mine to trail hot kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. When he reaches my breasts, he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard.
The wet heat of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I grind against him, desperate for more friction.
"Patience," he chuckles against my skin, moving to lavish attention on my other breast.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close as he works his magic. When he finally releases my nipple with a soft pop, I'm panting and aching with need.
"Please," I whimper, rocking my hips against him. "I need you inside me."
He groans, his hands gripping my waist. "As you wish."
With a fluid motion, he lifts me slightly and guides himself to my entrance. I sink down onto him slowly, savoring the delicious stretch as he fills me completely again. We both moan at the sensation.
For a moment, we stay still, foreheads pressed together as we adjust to the intense feeling. Then, slowly, I begin to move, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm.
His hands roam my body as I ride him, caressing my breasts, my sides, my thighs. Every touch sends shivers of pleasure through me. I increase my pace, chasing the building tension coiling low in my belly.
"That's it, baby," he murmurs encouragingly. "You feel so good."
His words spur me on, and I increase my pace, grinding down harder with each downstroke. The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I can feel myself getting close.
My movements become more erratic as the pleasure builds.
His hands move to my hips, guiding my movements and helping me maintain the rhythm. I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I chase my release.
The change in position has my clit rubbing against him with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity through my body.
"Oh god," I gasp, my head falling back. "I'm so close."
"Let go," he urges, his voice strained. "Come for me, beautiful."
With a cry, I shatter around him, waves of ecstasy washing over me. My inner walls clench around him as I ride out my orgasm. He groans, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrusts up into me, prolonging my pleasure.
As I come down from my high, trembling and oversensitive, he flips us over in one smooth motion. Now on top, he begins to move again, his pace relentless. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"You're so perfect," he pants, his forehead pressed against mine. "So beautiful when you come."
I can only moan in response, overwhelmed by sensation. He's hitting all the right spots, and I can feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
"That's it," he encourages, feeling me tighten around him. "One more for me, baby. I know you've got it in you."
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I dig my nails into his back, urging him on. "Harder," I gasp. "Please."
He obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with our moans and gasps. The tension builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until I'm right on the edge.
"Oh god," I cry out. "I'm gonna-"
"Yes," he growls. "Come for me. Now."
His command pushes me over the precipice. I arch off the bed as pleasure explodes through me, even more intense than before. I cry out his name.
With a deep groan, he buries himself deeper inside me, his body shuddering as he finds his climax. I can feel him pulsing within me, prolonging my own pleasure.
For a long moment, we stay locked together, our bodies trembling in the aftermath. Slowly, he lowers himself onto me, careful not to crush me with his weight.
I wrap my arms around him, savoring the feeling of his skin against mine.
"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what we just shared.
"Incredible," he finishes for me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. "You're incredible."
We lay there for a while, trading lazy kisses as our heartbeat gradually slow. Eventually, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I'm curled against his chest.
Heaven.