Chapter 44 Grace
Grace
When I get back to Johnson’s house after class the next Monday—I’ve barely gone home in two weeks, except to get more clothes—I don’t immediately see him in any of the common rooms.
“Honey, where are you?”
“In here, Goldie,” he calls from an unexpected area, his home gym.
Oh wait, why is he in there?
I speed into the space, now slightly concerned. When I catch sight of him, he’s walking on the treadmill.
“What are you doing? Is that allowed?”
He grins ear to ear. “Yup. I’m officially cleared for light to moderate exercise, including walking.”
“Oh yay! That’s awesome.”
He hits the button to stop the treadmill. After he steps off, he rests his hands on my shoulders and plants a kiss on my forehead.
“That’s not all,” he says in a lower voice. “I’ve been cleared for light to moderate bedroom activities too.”
“Do I even want to ask what the difference between a moderate and heavy bedroom activity is?” I joke.
“We may need to make another list,” he teases. “I think they mean not picking you up and throwing you around for a bit longer.”
“Shame.” I giggle.
“But there’s so much more we can do again.”
“True….”
He takes a step closer to me and slides his hands over my lower back. I’m wearing a thin cotton jumpsuit with capri-style pants, and I feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric. “You want to start now?”
I sink into his embrace. “That sounds nice.”
Breaking our contact briefly, he walks over to the gym door and locks it. His family is on the other side of the house in the guest wing, but better safe than sorry.
As soon as he walks back to me, he brings our lips together, and I respond immediately in kind, opening my mouth for him.
It’s the kiss of two people who are confident where they stand. Still, a flutter in my belly rises because of his news. We can take this all the way, and it’s been a while.
Allowing myself to be needy now that he’s cleared, I press my core against him. I’ve been ignoring how much I missed this, but finally I can let go and enjoy the feel of our bodies lined against each other.
He must feel the same way, because soon afterwards he breaks our kiss, while keeping his hands firmly on my ass. “I really want to get you out of this thing now, Goldie.” This “thing” being my jumpsuit.
“Well, it’s easier than you think,” I share. “Watch this.”
I bring my hands to the top of my chest, where the jumpsuit is first held together. And then—click—I pull it apart. “It’s a bunch of snaps.” I see a gleam in his eyes. “All the way down.”
“So we can just tear the clothes right off you?”
I pull open another snap. Click. “Go sit down and watch, Johnson. Sit on the upright row machine.”
He complies and, stepping back, plants himself on the machine. It has a sturdy back so he won’t have to strain himself holding upright, and plenty of room for what I have in mind.
It’s a bit of a repeat of our first night at his place, when I checked off the item on my list where he watched me. We’ve come so far since then, though. And I know what I like.
“You ready for more?” I ask him.
“Please, Goldie, I need more,” he growls out.
Click. Click. Now the whole front is undone.
“Grace, you’ve been walking around, all this time, knowing that I could just reach out and undress you in a matter of seconds when you wore this? All those clever little snaps?”
I grin. “It might have crossed my mind.”
My hand goes to the fifth snap, near my navel. Click.
So much of my skin is revealed now—my stomach, my cleavage even more exposed as the jumpsuit loosens. “Fuck.”
Click. Click. Click. Clicking off the snaps over my panties and down my upper right leg.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to get involved,” he says, but doesn’t move.
“Stay there,” I tell him, pulling the top part of the jumpsuit off my shoulders, letting it fall down to my side. Now my top half is fully exposed, other than my bra.
Johnson licks his lips, and I get hot in anticipation of his tongue on my skin.
“Why are you in such a hurry, Johnson?” I tease.
“Oh, I like this side of you, Goldie. The one only I get to see.” He brings his hand down to squeeze his rising cock. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on all of you.”
I have a couple of snaps left down the bottom of the capri-style legs, but the jumpsuit is now so loose that as I take a step toward where he sits, it shifts, the fabric around my hips falling away.
I lean down, quickly undoing the snaps, and let the jumpsuit cascade to the ground, now only wearing my panties and bra.
“Come to me,” he implores.
“Stay sitting,” I say as I walk right in front of him, stepping in the space between the narrow seat and his legs, which are spread wide.
He does, but he also makes good on his promise to “get involved.” As soon as I’m close enough, he brings his thumb over the front of my panties, stroking me.
I jolt at the contact, letting out a moan. But he doesn’t stop.
“You wet for me, Goldie? My dick is hard as a rock at the sight of you.”
I gasp as he rolls his thumb over me again, and yeah—I can feel myself get wetter with his dirty talk.
“You’re so sexy. Can you take your bra off? I want to suck on those tits. I’ve missed them.”
I nod, and quickly undo the back clasp of my bra and then move to straddle him.
He leans down and slides his tongue over my nipples, right side, then left side, back and forth, all while keeping his hand on my panties.
“Like diamonds,” he says. “Yet so soft too.”
In the meantime, I can feel how rigid his cock is as well. We’ve waited so long now with his injury, and I don’t want to wait anymore…
“Johnson, I want you inside me. Now.”
He gets the memo, noting the urgency in my voice, and brings his hands away from me and to the waistband of his athletic shorts instead. Lifting his body off the bench an inch, he pulls the shorts down a few inches along with boxers, freeing his cock.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” he gasps out.
“It’s okay, my birth control kicked in last week.” I’d gone on the pill, and during his recovery, it’d passed the timeframe needed to start being effective. We’d both been tested earlier in October too.
“Thank fuck.” He kisses me hard on the mouth. “Move your panties to the side, Goldie, and take what you need.”
I follow his instructions, and once I’m at the right angle, sink down on him, making it about halfway down his length.
“Shit, shit, you feel so good,” he gasps out. “Never done it like this.”
With him not wearing a condom, it feels more intimate to me to feel his skin directly. I can only imagine the sensations for him.
“You’re so warm and…I don’t have words for this, Goldie.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and adjust my angle while I start moving up and down on him. Soon he’s all the way inside me. I push up and down on him again, and this time he helps by thrusting his hips to bring us closer.
The drag of his body on mine when we’re joined…oh yes, that feels incredible.
“Keep that up,” I whisper.
We keep moving, our rhythm now in sync, and he makes sure to stimulate me the same way again. Hitting just the right angle.
“I get to feel you come right on my dick, Goldie,” he says, voice raspy. “I can feel those flutters starting now.”
And he’s right, I’m close.
“I’m…” And I’m too taken by the orgasm that hits me to say anything more.
“You’re squeezing me so hard, and I fucking love it,” he groans. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
As I’m still feeling the ripples of my own pleasure, I feel his warmth shoot inside me. Knowing it’s him, the effect of his desire filling me up, prolongs the echoes of my climax, as I shudder again.
He holds me as we resettle over the next couple of minutes, pulling me tightly towards him.
As we fully come down, I feel him spilling out of me.
“That was so hot,” he says, kissing me on my forehead. “I made a mess of us. Those snaps did me in.”
“Let me grab some of the towels over there,” I offer. There’s a few smaller workout-sized towels sitting on a table in his gym.
I climb off him, grab the towels, and we clean up. After that, we put our clothes back on to sneak over to his room so we can properly change.
Once we make it to the bedroom, we collapse onto the bed, and Johnson starts playing with my hair.
“It feels good to be back to normal again, with us, I mean,” he shares.
“I didn’t mind waiting,” I reassure him. “You needed to get healthy again.”
“Yeah. I’m ready to be all the way normal.” I hear the frustration leaking into his voice. “With everything.”
“Almost, honey. Soon.”