Chapter 30 Grace #2
“You’re perfect, Gracie baby. No one has ever or will ever compare to you.”
I love when he calls me Gracie baby. It reminds me that we’re different now, more than friends. I feel so wanted and warm all over. I knew it would be like this with Danny.
“Lay down on the bed, okay?”
I do as he says, not really feeling self-conscious with my panties still on. I open my thighs a little.
“Wider,” he coaxes, pushing gently on my knees to spread my legs. “Like that.”
He looks at me hungrily, laid out like this for him.
“I’m going to start with my mouth on you here,” he taps my nipples with the flat of his hands, “so you can get even wetter here,” he explains as he taps the wet spot on my underwear.
“Then, I’ll touch you through your, um, panties until you come for me. Hopefully.”
I give him a little moan. “Yes, Danny.”
He gulps, looking pained. “Fuck. You saying my name when you’re naked like this… It’s better than I imagined.”
I have no time to respond as he kneels between my legs and leans forward to put his mouth on my breast. He starts by kissing all around them. Short, sweet kisses. But then, he swirls his tongue around my nipple, causing me to squirm and arch beneath him. “More, please.”
Danny grins. “I knew you’d be polite, but I didn’t know you’d be greedy.”
His words light a fire in me as he continues licking my nipples. The sensations I’m feeling are so, so welcome. I whimper and moan, chanting “yes, more, please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but I can tell I need something.
Danny groans in response. “Having you beneath me, begging like that, is making me even harder.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I glance down and nod. Sure enough, the outline of him is completely erect underneath his gray sweatpants. “You are really hard down there.”
“Do you think you can, um…can you say ‘cock’ when you talk about it, Gracie? ‘Your cock is really hard.’ I’ve always wanted to hear you say things like that. About me, I mean. If you want.”
A drop of sweat slides down my temple. “Yeah, I want to.”
“Okay, go ahead,” he says hoarsely.
“Your cock is really hard, Danny.”
He stares at the ceiling and holds his breath for a minute. “I—that’s good, Gracie,” he praises.
Danny moves up and starts kissing me, his tongue swirling around mine. In between long, languid kisses, he murmurs love confessions, like “you’re everything I dreamed you would be,” and “this is everything I wanted, for years.”
I feel so grateful our first time is together.
“I’m going to take care of you now.” He leans back and studies the wet spot on my underwear. With my legs open, cold air hits the wetness and causes me to shiver.
Danny plants a kiss on either side of my neck, and I melt. I can’t believe we’re here. I thought I might be scared or anxious, but I’ve never felt more certain. Certain about him, about this, about us.
“I’ll be so gentle, Gracie. You’re safe with me. Say stop if it’s too much.” His low voice brushes against my skin, painting me with affection.
I don’t see any possibility of wanting to stop given how good everything feels right now.
He scoots down the bed. Danny starts rubbing me back and forth with two fingers, over and over again, through my underwear.
The material shifts, brushing against the wetness.
He changes direction, moving his fingers up and down.
With every touch, I get more and more out of my head.
While rubbing the outside, he pushes on the harder spot near the top and a warm, tingly sensation floods my lower stomach.
Danny groans, “Oh my God,” under his breath.
I start crunching up slightly, my muscles tightening and releasing of their own accord. The feeling is so intensely pleasurable, and my thighs start to shake. “I can’t stop—”
“Keep coming, Gracie, for as long as you want. You’re so beautiful, it’s insane.”
“I’m hot all over. I feel so, so—”
“It’s good, huh, baby?”
“Yes,” I hiss out, my spasms slowing. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling overwhelmed in the best way.
“Okay. Okay,” he mutters, pulling himself together. “I’m going to take these off now.”
Any remaining shyness leaves my body after that orgasm. I lift my hips, and Danny slides off my panties. He stares with adoration. “Gracie, you’re so pretty everywhere. I’m so lucky.” Leaning down, he kisses the top of my trimmed, reddish hair. “I am obsessed with this.”
Danny starts touching me bare, rubbing my wetness all around. He grabs the bottle of lube, puts some on his finger, and gently slides it inside me. My hips all but jump off the bed.
“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he chokes out. His wide eyes meet mine as he slowly curls his finger inside of me. “Does this hurt? I can stop.”
“No, don’t stop,” I breathe. It feels foreign, yet familiar in a way I can’t explain. It’s like my heart already knows Danny so intimately that my body does, too.
He nods. “Do you feel ready?”
“I’m ready.” I just can’t believe it’s finally happening.
Danny pulls back and strips off his sweatpants and boxers. He reaches for his cock and holds it, stroking once. My breath catches, watching him touch himself because of me.
“Is this okay?” he asks, giving himself another rough stroke.
“Yeah.” I’m mesmerized by how firmly he squeezes it, loving how hard he is just from watching me.
Danny grabs the condom and rolls it down his cock, which is now hitting his stomach. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
“I know, I trust you.”
He crawls back on top of me and props himself up on his hands. Lowering himself slightly, I savor the feeling of his body pressed against mine.
“I love you, Gracie. More than anything.”
“I love you too, Danny.”
And with those affirmations, he starts slowly sliding in.
We both gasp. It’s a stretch. Pausing, he waits until I’m used to the feeling of him.
Danny’s face is flushed, his eyes bright with intention.
He reaches down and rubs me again with his thumb above where we’re connected, and I start to feel sparks like before.
After a few moments, he thrusts deeper, and I wince when I feel a pinch and a sting.
Our eyes lock, and the air shifts between us.
As I lose myself in his gaze, the soft stretch of pain melts away into something warmer.
“Sorry, Gracie, I don’t think I could’ve totally avoided the pinch.”
“I’m okay. I love being this close to you. I feel so…full.”
Danny freezes and lets out a groan. “Shit. I might come before you have the chance to again.”
“I already came,” I remind him, slightly confused.
He slowly thrusts in and out. “When we’re more used to doing this, I think you might be able to come again when I’m inside you.”
Danny puts his right thumb in his mouth to get it wet and brings it to one of my nipples. He rubs it back and forth, and it feels incredible.
“Doesn’t this feel so right, Gracie? Me inside you like this? Doesn’t it make sense?”
It makes perfect sense.
“You’re doing so good for me. Do you think you can come again?” he asks in a strained voice, intent on making me feel pleasure the whole time. I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to finish.
I shake my head. I feel good, but also oversensitized in a way that’s different from when he touches me with his fingers.
His thrusts get faster until he can’t hold back anymore. “I can’t hold off—I’m going to come. I’m coming.”
I feel a rush of warmth inside me as Danny moans on a twitch. “You were perfect, Gracie. You are perfect,” he praises, as his chest curves in over me. Completely spent, he angles himself so some of his body weight falls on me. I sigh happily, relishing the heat of his skin.
We both pause and stare at each other as we process what just happened.
He pulls out slowly and collapses next to me.
Danny takes off the condom, then ties it off, wraps it in a tissue, and tosses it in the trash can underneath my nightstand.
He covers us with a blanket, and we both turn on our sides to face each other.
“I can’t believe—”
“That was—”
We dissolve into laughter, because clearly, we’re too high on each other to speak.
Danny snakes his arm behind my head and rolls me over so I’m resting on his chest. I hear his heart beating fast, then slower, as I gently stroke his side.
My body is a little sore, but in a blissful way.
I wouldn’t trade a single ache for anything.
“How are you feeling, Gracie girl?” His voice encompasses me, the tone of it feeling like home.
There are so many ways I could describe how I feel, but right now, one word comes to mind.
“For the first time in my life, I feel kind of glowy.”
“Well, then you finally feel how I’ve always seen you.” Danny's words are muffled by my hair, but I swear I hear his voice crack.
We relax into each other, happier than we’ve ever been.
“There’s no one else for me but you, Gracie.”
Grinning, I tilt my head up for a forehead kiss and echo his words. “And there’s no one else for me but you.”
Since age ten, we’ve belonged to each other in so many ways. But with an ear over his heartbeat, I feel closer to him now more than ever before.
“So, what was your wish?” he asks, twirling my hair.
“I wished that we would be together forever. Kinda cheesy, I know.”
“Nah,” Danny replies with a toothy smile so big it rivals mine. “Not cheesy at all.”
“Say cheese, kiddos!”
My black polyester gown might as well be an oven in the scorching Ohio sun as Janie snaps the two hundredth picture of the day.
After posing for photos in front of their house, in front of my house, on their deck, on my porch, and in front of the rose bushes in her garden, my entire body feels like a Hot Pocket fresh out of the microwave.
“How do you play football in this kind of weather?” I mutter to Danny, who looks completely unbothered. “It’s not fair. I probably look as red as the stop sign you consistently blow by in our neighborhood.”