Chapter 25 Gracie Mae #2
"I don't know," he begins unsure, "I don't want her head to get too big. Best to keep her grounded."
I raise my brow, holding back my laughter. "Is that so? And what makes you think she'll grow a massive ego?"
"Because I know how sassy she is without one. Can't imagine how she'll be with one." He winks up at me and I playfully smack him on his back.
Laughter spills from his lips and it's such a rarity that I keep the sound of it locked in my head.
I twine my fingers in the strands of his wet hair and bring his lips to mine.
Taking the lead I press my lips against his and softly peek my tongue out to tease the seam of his lips.
He opens for me immediately and once are tongues meet, he takes control.
His tongue leads mine in a sensual slow erotic dance.
One filled with blinding pleasure and promises of only more pleasure to come.
His hands glide easily against my bare wet skin. His touch sends shocks of pleasure across my body and electricity through my veins.
He breaks the kiss and his lips continue their assault across my jawline, down my neck, and giving equal amount of attention to the tops of my breasts.
Taking my hands he places them above my head and pins them with his hand wrapped around my wrists.
Looking up at me through his lashes he closes his mouth around my nipple and flicks his tongue against the hardened peak. Our eyes stayed locked on each other's, filled with lust, lost in passion, as he gives each of my breasts equal amounts of pleasure.
By the time he's done playing with them I feel like my body is on a tight wire. One more sensual touch from him and I'm going to snap.
As if he can feel my body building to an orgasm he teases my skin with featherlight touches that does nothing to give me the release that I crave.
"Oak," I whimper his name.
Still looking at me he releases the hold on my wrists and kisses his way down my body until his head is settled between my thighs.
Wrapping his hands around my thighs he spreads my legs nice and wide.
I can feel my arousal pooling between my legs and my face burns.
He inhales deeply and the flush on my face travels down my neck and spreads across my chest.
"I want to take my time with you tonight, baby," he tells me in a voice that is deeper.
His nose skims along my pussy lips and I can't help the tremble that wracks my body.
Then, as if his little teases aren't enough, he drags the flat of his tongue along my slit.
My hands fist the duvet as my mouth falls open with a silent scream.
"I want to kiss every inch of you." He then kisses my clit before pressing soft teasing kisses to my pussy.
"I want to sink my teeth in your skin." Tilting his head to the side he bites down on my inner thigh.
There's a sting of pain before he soothes it with his tongue.
"I want to bring you to the brink of an orgasm only to deny you because I want your body heightened to every little thing I do to you.
And when you finally do come it's going to be all over my cock buried so deep inside you.
And then I'm going to do it all over again. "
This man is going to be the death of me.
I can feel the arousal dripping from me and Oak looks up at me with a smirk upon his face. "Yeah, my baby fucking loves that idea. Don't you?"
I nod my head.
He then bites down on my clit and this time the scream isn't silent. He doesn't even soothe it afterwards with his tongue. He only looks up at me with a brow raised and narrowed eyes. "What did I say about that mouth of yours, Grace?"
"To use it," I breathe.
"Then let me hear you." I don't even have the chance to argue back because as soon as he lowers his head he thrusts his tongue inside me without warning.
My legs come to cradle his head as I make the inanest sensual noises. His tongue is relentless and he eats me out unlike any time he's done before. Switching from deep and fast to slow torturous strokes that make me go mad with desire.
Heat pools in my lower abdomen and my muscles begin to tense. I can feel the orgasm building and just as I am about to combust Oak stops what he's doing.
Pent up, my body feeling like a fever, and being denied two orgasms already I plead, "Please, Oak. Please let me come."
He licks my arousal from his lips and climbs his way back up my body. Removing the hair from my face he places a soft lingering kiss to my lips. "Tell me you want my cock, baby."
My lips brush against his as I say, "I want your cock, Oak."
"Tell me you want me to take it slow," he huskily orders next.
That's the last thing that I want. "Oak-"
"Tell me you want this to last, Grace." As I look in his eyes I see the hidden meaning.
I swallow back the emotion rising in my throat. “I want this to last, Oak."
He kisses me deeply, slowly. And it's so antagonizing yet so pleasurable. "Then it will," he promises me. And I realize that it’s his own way of saying he loves me.
"It will," I promise him back, my love shining proudly in my eyes for him.
He kisses me once more before aligning our hips and positioning his cock at my entrance. Then inch by delicious inch he slowly pushes his cock inside.
Once he's buried deep, rooted to the hilt, he says to me in a strangled yet hushed voice, "You're perfect for me, Grace. So fucking perfect."
I tip my head back as he looks down at me. "You're perfect for me, Oak."
He groans as I hook my ankles around his back and my pussy clenches around his cock.
Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he pulls back halfway before taking the same pace to slide back inside.
Every time he withdraws I move my hips to meet him halfway.
I try to get him to fasten the pace but he's in control.
He's always in control. His hand grips around my waist to slow my movements as he makes me feel each delicious inch of him.
With as much sex as we've had I'm still not used to his size and girth.
And with this slow pace I can feel how big he is, and how tight I am, more.
Who ever knew slow missionary sex can be so mind blowing and transcending?
When he's buried deep inside me he swiftly flips our positions to where I'm on top and he's on his back. One of his hands stays gripped on my hip to control my movements while his other hand finds my clit. As his thumb presses against my clit I throw my head back and moan.
Then, slowly, I rise and circle my hips as I come back down. He groans and I can feel his cock grow thicker inside me.
We continue our slow pleasurable rhythm. His thumb continuously circles my clit and I can feel the pressure building back up inside of me.
"I love how you make me feel," I confess in a sultry tone.
His hand squeezes my hip as I lower myself back down on him. Surprising me, he then raises himself up to where he's seated beneath me. My breasts rub against his bare chest as his arms wrap around me.
With his lips brushing against mine he asks, "How do I make you feel, baby?"
He thrusts up inside me and I moan loudly. I press an opened mouth kiss to his lips that he reciprocates.
God, I love the taste of him.
"You make me feel desirable, sexy.” I kiss him again, needing another taste of his lips. I tangle my fingers in his hair. "You make me feel complete, Oak."
He captures my lips in a dizzying kiss.
"I feel more alive with you than I ever had in my entire life," he says to me and my heart fucking soars. Framing his face I kiss the ever loving fuck out of him and he finally starts to quicken the pace.
First his thumb starts to move in fast circular motions and then he starts fucking me without abandon.
"Oak," I cry his name as the heat intensifies in my stomach and my body begs for release.
His teeth pull on my earlobe before he orders in a throaty voice, "Come for me, baby."
And I do.
I shatter above him.
Switching our positions once again Oak takes my leg and bends it to where my thigh is pressed against my chest. Then he thrusts inside of me, hitting me deeper than before, and continues thrusting inside of me at a maddening pace.
"One more time, baby. Come for me one more time," he says to me between thrusts.
I shake my head back and forth. I've just come down from one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. I don't think I can build up another one. "I don't know if I can."
His eyes flash with determination. "Yes, you can." Proving it, he starts rubbing again at my over sensitive clit while he hits my g-spot each time that he thrusts inside me.
"Oh my fucking god, Oak!"
"That's it. Chant my fucking name, baby."
And I do.
I chant his name as the familiar pressure starts building inside me.
I chant his name as his thumb applies more pressure to my clit.
And then I cry out his name as I experience another body shattering orgasm.
Oak becomes ruthless, driving into me with a force that has my body sliding up the bed. Holding onto my body with a fierce grip he continues to pound into my aching wet pussy until he stills above me and explodes inside me with a powerful groan that almost sounds feral.
His come, heavy and hot, fills me, so much so that it leaks out of me, dripping down my inner thighs.
We stay like this, joined in the most intimate way possible, staring into each other's eyes, for what feels like a moment frozen in time.
And in that moment I fall deeper in love with him, knowing that he's the only man who will ever own my heart.
Then, slowly, he eases out of me and I can't help but wince as he does. He places a soft kiss to my forehead and another to the bridge of my nose.
I feel more of his come leak out of me. I'm too exhausted to blush, especially since he's staring at the evidence of both of our arousals.
"No condom," he breathes.
He's the first man I have ever done that with. I've always been extra cautious when it comes to protection. And it never mattered to me that I have been on birth control since sixteen, I always made sure the guy I was with wrapped it up.
"No," I agree but I sound less concerned than he does.
His eyes cut to mine before he glances back down again. "I'm sorry, I should have asked. I should have never of put you at risk like that."
And as much as I love how Oak takes accountability he isn't all at fault.
"It takes two to tango, Oak." I smile at him when he looks back up at me. "And I've been on the pill since I've been sixteen. You're safe, Oak."
He shakes his head slightly. "I'm not worried about that, Grace. I was only concerned about putting you in a position you didn't want to be in."
"I loved the positions I was in," I reply sassily.
He narrows his eyes down at me but fails to hide the smirk on his face. I know my sassiness amuses him. "Obviously," he says lightly before becoming serious once again. "Are you okay with it? I'm clear. And you're the first woman I've been with in over five years."
"I'm okay with it, Oak. I promise."
He bends down to press a kiss to my lips but I turn it into something more when I snake my hand around his neck to keep him there. Passionately, he kisses me back. Giving me everything that I want and more.
What feels like all too soon he breaks the kiss but there's a smile playing on his lips, and there's a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good because now that I've had you bare, now that I've filled you with my come, I don't intend to stop fucking you this way."
My eyes widen with mirth as I laugh lightly. "So, does this make me officially yours now?" I tease him.
"No," he shakes his head, "you've always been mine, Grace.
I think I knew it from the day I met you at Hell's Gates and you stood up for Alice without any hesitation and the least bit intimidated by me.
I knew it when I was fighting against you and you were brave enough to fight against me for us.
You've always been mine, Grace, and you always will be. "
I love him.
I love him so much that it fucking hurts.
I don't say it even though it physically pains me not to. But I won't say it until I know when he's ready to hear it.
"I know, Grace. I know. And I promise you I'm going to get there one day. Keep fighting for me."
"Always."