Chapter 41 Grace
Grace
Fresh honeycomb still lingers on his tongue as he deepens our kiss in the back of the town car. Our languid, leisurely strokes turn into something more urgent and desperate.
When we finally arrive at his Brooklyn home, he quickly tips the driver and guides me into the house. As soon as we step over the threshold, he draws me to the entryway wall and leans in, one arm on either side of me. I tilt my chin up, and he nudges my mouth open.
As his tongue circles mine, his fingers graze the exposed skin on my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. God, I’m so wrapped up in him. I’m surrounded by Danny’s touch. Each caress down the top of my spine feels saturated with gentle but firm intention.
Our mouths still fused together, he kicks the front door closed. The thud reminds me of my window shutting whenever he snuck into my bedroom at night.
Different house, same us.
“Are we finally, actually doing this?” I ask breathlessly in between needy kisses.
“You want it tonight, Gracie baby?” Danny exhales the words against my skin.
Without a beat of hesitation, I nod. His fingers lazily unzip my dress until it falls to the floor, leaving me in my white lace bra and matching thong.
The precision of his touch is a contrast to the nostalgic messiness of the two teenagers we once were, figuring it all out together.
Taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt far too slowly for my liking, Danny grabs my hand and guides me toward the couch in his living room.
He sits down and gently pulls me onto his lap.
I can feel his breath skate over my lips.
He tilts his chin toward my chest, meeting my eyes. “Show me.”
I unhook my bra, and it drops to the floor.
He swallows hard at the sight of my bare breasts.
A few moments of charged silence pass between us, and a nervous flutter stirs low in my stomach.
His expression softens into something tender as he carefully grabs my hand and presses it to his chest. The rhythm of him is a familiar lullaby for me, like my favorite song on a soundtrack only found inside Danny’s body.
I’ve been homesick for his heartbeat for years.
“It’s going to feel so good, Gracie girl,” he murmurs.
His voice is so soft but firm, and I know it turns both of us on when he talks to me like this. Danny was always so sweet and playful when he had me naked, but he was also so in charge. I love that I can really let go with him, that I feel safe enough.
He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, and they harden at his touch.
I squirm on his lap. “Finally.”
“I almost forgot how eager you get,” he grins in response.
I’ve always been eager for Danny, for his touch. The way he soothes the quiet ache in me, the one that only he can find.
“Your nipples are so hard for me, I bet I could hold onto each one while you ride me. Do you think you can come like that?”
I nod ferociously.
“Words, Gracie.”
“Yes, Danny,” I breathe.
He caresses my cheek. “My good girl.”
I’m so wet that I can see a spot starting to form on his suit pants.
He bends his head and licks each nipple before lightly blowing on them. Danny is so damn good at taking his time with each part of my body. Intimacy with him feels like an absolute luxury.
“I’m just going to grab each one here,” he lightly pinches my left nipple, “and here.” He does the same to my right. “If I tug, slow down, okay? I’ll get you there.”
“I know. I know you will,” I say in between shallow breaths.
“Okay, go ahead.” He gives my nipples a little extra pinch. “Get after it, Gracie.”
I grind on him, slowly for a few moments, but then faster. Much faster. I can feel the seam of his pants rub against my clit, and the friction of my thong against the material heightens the sensations. I’m so close.
“God,” I moan. I needed this. I needed him.
I pick up my pace and add in swirling motions. I really might come like this, I think as I push down harder and move even quicker, and—
Danny shakes his head and gives my nipples two gentle tugs, moving them up and down when he does it this time. “Slow down so we can savor this.”
I blow out a frustrated breath. “Danny, I was close.”
He never used to deny me, but just like when we were younger, he’s introducing me to things I didn’t even know I liked.
Danny drops my nipples. They point down from all of the attention as he hungrily watches. “Be good, baby. Take off your thong,” he orders, his gaze sweeping down my body.
I stand and slide it off in one fell swoop.
“Can you sit on the chair for me over there?” He points to the leather chair facing the couch. I throw him a look, and he grins, his eyes glinting with warmth. “Please.”
“Are you coming, too?”
“Oh, I’ll be coming,” he says with a wink.
Danny proceeds to take the rest of his clothes off, and I proceed to unabashedly stare at his body.
His muscles stand out, but they’re not outrageously big.
They look like they belong on his frame, like he didn’t have to do countless workouts to achieve them.
As a wide receiver, his shoulders are broad, but his torso is streamlined.
The smattering of hair on his chest dusts across his light brown skin.
He’s still soft around his ass, which I love.
He catches me looking and a boyish smile spreads across his face. “Are you trying to make me ask again, Gracie? Because you know I will.”
Shaking my head at his antics, I grin and head over to the chair, where I lower myself and wait for him.
He follows and crouches in front of me, tapping his hard cock twice against the side of my thigh. “Lean back in the chair and spread your thighs for me, yeah?”
I slowly open my legs, exposing myself to him.
Danny lifts my thighs to rest on the arms of the chair and groans. “I’ve missed this view so much. These wisps of red hair right here, especially. Nothing and no one compares to you.”
The affirmations are everything I need and want to hear, and the feelings are more than mutual.
He leans closer before pausing. “Before we do anything more, I want you to know we get tested regularly for football. And…I’ve always been clear.”
“I’ve always been clear, too,” I reply slowly. “And I’m still on birth control.”
Danny holds his cock in his hand and runs the length of himself through my center a few times, coating himself in my arousal.
I might be dying, but he just lazily smiles. “You look so sexy right now. I can’t wait to get inside you soon.”
“Now,” I demand.
His gaze holds affection as a faint smile dusts his lips. “Not tonight, Gracie girl. Let me worship you, hm? Let me memorize you like this.”
I’m simultaneously disappointed and excited by his promise, but I know that coming with him, in any capacity, will be extraordinarily overwhelming.
Danny slowly slides two fingers inside me. The fit is perfect and snug. He brings his other hand to my clit and starts rubbing in small, firm circles.
He glances down to watch where his fingers disappear. “Look down, Gracie. See how good my fingers look inside you? They’re going so deep. I pull them out of you, and you suck them right back in again.”
Holding onto his forearms, I lean forward to watch us. Danny splays one hand on my lower stomach as he licks a strip up my core before moving his tongue to my clit, where I crave him most. Then he sucks it into his mouth and hums.
My soft ache gives way to a rush of relief traveling up from my toes, and it’s all I need to come. I close my eyes as the moment stretches into something timeless. Danny lavishes me with his tongue until my legs stop shaking. My eyelids flutter open, and he pulls up on his knees.
The quiet happiness in his gaze takes my breath away.
He peppers my lower stomach with kisses. “Gracie, you are so insanely beautiful when you come.”
I feel a shy warmth bloom in my chest. “Danny, I want you to come, too.”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Okay. Where?”
God. After a moment of thought, I decide to be bold in an attempt to surprise him for once. “My chest.”
Danny bows his head on a moan. “All of this feels so right between us, doesn’t it? ”
I lose focus as his words take me back to our first time. Doesn’t this feel so right, Gracie? Doesn’t this make sense?
He grabs a pillow from the couch, picks me up, and carefully lays me down on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. It’s plush and smooth against my back. Danny kneels, puts the pillow underneath my hips, and runs his hand down his face as he stares at me.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had you, and I can’t…
It’s going to be fast,” he says hoarsely, pumping his hand up and down his cock, which seems to get harder and harder.
Neither of us are fully in control now as he places his slick cock in between my breasts, squeezes them together with his hands, and slides up and down.
I reach for my clit, steadily massaging it with my fingers as he rocks against me.
Danny’s breaths pick up, and so do his thrusts. I feel his touch everywhere. He groans loudly as he comes, his release warming my chest. Combined with the pressure on my clit, it feels so good that I come again, gently swept up in his wake.
His gaze settles on me, eyes wide with awe, like he can’t believe what just happened between us. For a few minutes, we stay caught in this moment, completely content.
“I’ve always been yours, Gracie,” he murmurs, pulling back on his knees. He lowers himself next to me on the floor and wraps me in his arms. “Can we always be together?”
A peaceful hum escapes my lips as I snuggle into his chest. Soaking in the timbre of his voice, I close my eyes and relax.
“Gracie.” Kiss. “Gracie girl.” Kiss. “Baby.” Kiss.
I squint and slowly realize I’m no longer lying on the rug. I’m in Danny’s bed. He must have carried me upstairs after I closed my eyes.
“Did I nap?”
“No, Gracie girl, it’s only been ten minutes, but we need to wash up. You did so good for me. Let’s shower and then get back in bed.”
I glare at him playfully. “I’m so relaxed my limbs feel like jelly; there’s absolutely no way I’m showering.”
A smile skims his lips as he strokes my hair. “Okay, bath then.”
Danny leaves to grab towels in the hallway closet, and I get up to look myself over in the bathroom mirror.
Stretching my arms above my head, I smooth down my messy hair, completely satiated.
He returns with towels and a bottle of bubble bath, setting them aside before turning on the hot water and adding Epsom salt.
“Are you coming in with me?” I ask him hopefully.
“This is just for you to relax. I brought your book and put it on the side of the tub. Take your time.”
“Okay. If that’s, um, what you want.” I avert my eyes to hide my disappointment.
He throws me a lopsided smile. “Do you want me to sit on the bench near the tub so we can hang out while you soak?”
“Yes!” I rush out. “I mean, yeah, if that works for you. I’d like that.”
“Anything you want. Always.”
I throw my hair up in a messy bun, pulling out some of the smaller curls near my face.
We sit and talk while I enjoy my bath. Every so often, I lift my feet up out of the water and comment on my pruney toes.
He adds more hot water, and I hold bubbles in my hands, sometimes blowing them in his face.
I tease him about the unhinged amount of salt he added to the bathwater (I could make taffy with the amount of salt water in here, Danny).
It’s all so domestic and normal that my chest aches.
I thought I’d never feel it again. But now I do.
The simple, ordinary moments of living life with him.