Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
GRAMMERCY
The second we’re inside, she’s pushing my shirt up, her mouth urgent on mine. The polite, sanitized couple we played for the cameras dissolves like cotton candy in water.
Sweet, but flimsy.
But this…
This is real.
This is Elly and me, and the sea change of emotion surging between us. It’s so much more than lust, but all the protective, tender things I feel for this woman only drive the fire inside me higher.
Thank God, she feels it, too.
“Off. Need your clothes off. So bad,” Elly mutters against my lips, shoving the fabric up to my ribs now. I strip my shirt over my head, quickly tossing it to the floor so I can get my hands back where they belong.
On her body.
Her ass, her hips, her waist as she arches close and kisses me hard.
She tastes like white wine and promises I know she’s going to keep as her nails scrape down my chest. The slight sting makes me groan into her mouth.
She does it again, harder this time— Christ , this woman.
She drives me crazy.
We cruise across the room at mock speed, the bed sneaking up on us. When the backs of Elly’s knees hit the bench at the foot of the mattress, she stumbles, her lips leaving mine with a gasp as she sits down hard.
She exhales a breathy laugh as her hand flies to her forehead. “Oops. Forgot that was there. I’m such a klutz.”
“No, you’re not,” I murmur.
She looks up at me, her grin fading as our eyes lock. The air between us tightens, as electric as the moment before a storm breaks.
“What?” she whispers. “What are you thinking, Grammercy Graves?”
I shake my head.
Too many things. None of them safe to say right now.
How to tell your fake wife that you’re in love with her after barely a week? That you took one look at her when she was still a stranger on the street and just… knew ?
That she’s already your favorite person and all you want is to spend the rest of your life sheltering her from the ugly world that roughed her up before you met—and to let her be your shelter, too?
So, I settle for a less intense truth. “You… With your lips all puffy and your dress riding up. You’re so beautiful, El. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful than you are right now. ”
She studies me for a beat, then slowly, deliberately reaches for the hem of her dress…
Still gazing into the heart of me, she draws it higher.
Higher, and my breath locks in my chest.
Higher, until my dick is testing my fly, and my jaw is clenched so tight it hurts. But not nearly as bad as it hurts to see her pussy still covered by a pair of black panties.
That pussy needs to be set free. Right fucking now.
“Maybe a little prettier?” she whispers, finishing the job of destroying me.
My knees hit the floor like a lost man finding God in the desert as my palms drag up the sides of her thighs.
I kiss her again, deep and wild and sweet, confessing all of my sins against her lips before I murmur, “Lift your hips, chère .”
She does, her breath rushing out as I jerk her panties down her thighs so fast the motion scoots her forward on the bench.
Which is perfect.
Exactly where I want her…
Hooking my hands behind her knees, I pull back, watching the desire flicker on her face as I open her legs. “You’re right. I can think of one thing that would make you a tiny bit prettier… Any ideas what that might be?”
She bites her bottom lip as her eyes flash with that hunger that drives me wild. “I have a few.”
“Yeah?” I curl my fingers deeper into her soft thighs. “A few? Well, I hope one of them involves que je te bouffe cette petite chatte toute trempée jusqu’à ce que tu cries mon nom et me noies avec ton jus— because I can’t wait to taste you . ”
Her breath rushes out as I kneel back on my heels. “ Caught just enough of that to know that it was so, so dirty.” She swallows hard, a tremor in her voice as she adds, “And I want it so much.”
And I intend to give this woman everything she wants…
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I lean in, inhaling the salty scent of sex and Elly as I spread her lips with my fingers, revealing every slick crevice of her gorgeous cunt.
Fuck, my girl…
I take a beat to burn the sight of her into my memory.
My wife objectively has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen—all delicate pink, with a proud little clit that rises out of its hood just for me—but it’s the way Elly responds to my touch that drives me out of my damned mind.
The way she gasps as I trace each swollen petal, her hips bucking forward as I go deeper, driving my stiff tongue into the core of her sweetness.
The way she trembles, moaning my name as she gets closer to the edge.
The way she grips my head, holding on tight as I drag her more fully on top of me, until her weight is bearing down on my mouth, my teeth, hopefully making the friction even more intense.
Because I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to eat her until she drowned me. I need her pleasure like I need air, and I’ve been dreaming about the taste of her come since she exploded on my tongue last night.
“Oh God, oh God, Grammercy. God!” Her voice breaks as she tightens her grip in my hair until it almost hurts.
I groan into her slick skin, welcoming the hint of pain, urging her on, assuring her I’m here for every second of this.
Every fucking second.
My girl is riding my mouth like she owns it, now, shameless and wild as she sucks in sharp gasps through her teeth.
The gasps become my name, then an almost pitiful cry for mercy.
I wait until the rocking of her hips grows frantic, erratic, until she’s so damned close.
Then, just as she cries my name again, I pump two fingers deep, curling them against her inner walls as I grind my mouth into her clit.
Her head falls back as she clings to my skull, pinning me to her throbbing sex as she drenches me.
And God, I love it. Love how she comes apart on my mouth, how her taste fills my head and drowns every thought but more. More of this. More of her. I stay right there, groaning into her, savoring every pulse of her release, every helpless twitch of her thighs.
This is fucking heaven—making her lose control, showing her with every stroke of my tongue that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
As her orgasm begins to abate, I pull my fingers from inside her, replacing them with my tongue, drinking her down like she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
Because she is.
Always will be.
“Grammercy,” she pants after a long beat. “God, baby, that was so good.”
“Only good things for you, beautiful,” I promise, my voice rough as I press a final kiss to her still trembling thigh, and stand, jerking open the close of my pants. “Now, take that dress off, chère. I need your skin on mine so fucking bad. ”
Nodding fast and loose in agreement, she rises on shaky legs, disposing of the rest of her clothes as I send my pants and boxers to the floor.
Then we’re back in each other’s arms, tongues exploring with more control this time, but no less need.
The hunger for each other simmers beneath every touch, every caress.
It rises higher as I cup her breast, rolling her nipple until she whimpers against my mouth, and my cock is leaking against her hip.
“Let me get a condom, chère ,” I murmur, knowing I’m not going to last much longer. My control is about to snap and snap hard.
I need to be balls deep in her too fucking much.
“No, no condom,” she mumbles against my lips as we kiss our way onto the bed. “I still have my IUD, and I need to feel your skin. To know you’re feeling me . I need it so bad, Grammercy. And hard, please hard.”
She rolls over beneath me, arching her back until the base of her spine drags up my swollen cock, and her pussy is in the perfect position.
Her hand reaches back, gripping the side of my hip, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer, and my ability to think of anything but giving her the hard, skin-on-skin fucking she’s begging for is seriously compromised.
Still, I force myself to grit out, “You’re sure? I’m clean, but I?—”
“Sure,” she cuts in, nudging back against me again. “Please, baby. Please. Inside me. Now.”
I groan, my cock jerking against her ass, demanding I obey my woman’s orders. Right fucking now. I reach down, guiding my almost painfully swollen head through her soaked folds, breath catching at the way her pussy pulses against me, clearly primed for more .
For me.
“Fuck, Elly, so good,” I grit out, gripping her hip hard with one hand while I line myself up. “You feel so good, chère . So good, so…”
I devolve into more filthy French as I nudge in the first inch, because the cliché is real.
Everything sensual is better said—and done —in French.
So, as I sink into my girl in one slow, deliberate thrust, I tell her in my first language that her body is a paradise and her pussy is heaven, and I love being inside her more than anything on earth.
Her still pulsing walls swallow me whole, fluttering around me as I begin to stroke in and out, hands coming to palm her breasts as I set a swift, but gentle rhythm.
She’s tight, and I’m not a small man, and I never want to hurt her.
But within just a few seconds, she’s moaning and reaching back for me again, urging me on, whispering, “More, please. I can take more. I can take everything, please, I—” She breaks off with a gasp as I shove in sharp and deep, her voice breaking as I pull back.
“Yes, like that. God, Grammercy, yes. Take me like you can’t hold back. Like you need me too much.”
“I do need you, Elly. Fuck, I need you so much. You have no idea, baby.” I set a brutal pace, my hips slamming forward as I give her the no-holds-barred fucking she needs.
I reach down, sliding a hand between her legs to hold her in place as I intensify my onslaught, grinding my fingers into her clit with every thrust.