Chapter 15 #2
Gracie grinned wickedly, giving my dick a little squeeze that made me grunt loudly. “I guess I’m fortunate I have the man version then, huh?”
“I’ll show you the man version,” I muttered, making her giggle as I reached for her panties. She helped me to pull them down, shimmying her hips against the bed. She was so fucking cute and so unbelievably sexy, all at the same time. I couldn’t believe I was actually here with her.
With nothing between us, I dragged the head of my cock against her center, eyes rolling back at the sensation of all that wet heat. Gracie whimpered and I wanted nothing more than to plunge right into her.
“Condom,” I muttered, somehow managing to hang onto the last shred of my control. Shit, I had kicked my shorts—and my wallet—to the floor. I moved to get off the bed but Gracie stopped me with a hand wrapped around my bicep. She leaned over to the nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer.
My vision momentarily went red around the edges, thinking about the men who had been in this bed before me. I was rational enough to realize that the hot stab of jealousy made me a ridiculous caveman, but not nearly rational enough to banish the feeling.
And that was probably why I gripped her wrists as soon as the condom was on, pinning them over her head while I lowered myself over her, loving the way her soft, delicate body felt under me.
I was going to stake my claim with this woman, the way I should have done at eighteen.
There may have been men in this bed before me, but I was going to make damn sure every last memory of them was wiped from her mind.
I held her gaze as I pushed inside, the widening of her eyes urging me on.
“You okay?” I managed to rasp out. I was only about an inch deep and it took everything in me not to slam all the way home.
Gracie’s eager nod had me groaning, and I pushed in further, lowering my forehead to her shoulder, overwhelmed.
“God, Liam,” she moaned and goosebumps broke out over my skin at her hot breath next to my ear.
“You feel so good,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut in concentration.
Good was a ridiculously inadequate word for this sensation.
Grace was hot and wet around my cock and so fucking tight I could hardly stand it.
When she tilted her hips up towards me, causing me to slide in a little deeper, my eyes rolled back in my head.
And then she did it again.
That was all the invitation I needed to thrust into her fully. I grunted out my pleasure when my entire shaft was finally cradled deep inside her. “So good,” I rasped. “So fucking good, Gracie.”
I wasn’t usually much of a talker in bed but I couldn’t seem to make myself shut up with this woman.
I needed her to know exactly how this felt to me, how indescribably perfect the moment was.
And if the way her pussy fluttered around me with every whispered word in her ear was any indication, Gracie wasn’t complaining about my big mouth.
I adjusted my weight so I was resting on my elbows, needing to look down at her. I wanted to imprint every moment of this on my brain, her noises and the feel of her under me, around me. The way she looked writhing against the bed, her usual clear green eyes now smokey with passion and pleasure.
I wanted to both watch her and simultaneously bury my face against the soft skin of her neck.
To make her ride me but also keep her trapped under my body forever.
I wanted to touch every inch of her, all at the same time.
It was too much, all of this goodness, and I knew one time was never going to be enough. Not anywhere close to enough.
Her breathing increased as her eyelids fluttered closed. I immediately missed those green eyes. “Look at me,” I ordered, my voice sounding like I’d been gargling gravel. “Look at me, Gracie.”
It seemed to be a struggle, but she opened her eyes for me. “Good girl,” I told her, pumping harder. Fuck, I needed her to get there. There was no way I was going to last much longer. It was a freaking miracle I’d lasted as long as I had.
Balancing on one arm, I brought my other hand down to her clit. My fingertips brushed the place where we were connected, feeling my hardness plunging into her perfect wet tightness, and that was the thing that pushed me over the edge.
I buried my face in her neck, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles, needing her to come so badly I felt like I would explode with it.
Her inner walls started to tighten, the sensation so much better around my cock than it had been around my fingers—and I had nearly come in my pants when I felt it around my fingers.
There was no chance I’d be able to hold out now.
I pumped into her harder, faster, my hips nailing her down into the mattress. “Come for me, Gracie. Fuck, I need you to come.”
And she did. She came all around my cock in a spasm of clenching heat that had me exploding right along with her.
Pleasure shot from the base of my spine out into my limbs, my vision narrowing down to the tiniest pinprick of light as my entire body tightened and then released.
I was shouting something, probably her name, but I was way too far gone to be conscious of it.
I was conscious of her noises, though. The breathy moans and loud gasps that echoed in my ear as I collapsed on top of her. I could get drunk off those noises. Wanted to hear them for the rest of my life.
I somehow managed to lift my head enough to look down at her and my eyes immediately met clear green. There wasn’t an ounce of regret there, only deep satisfaction.
She grinned at me and I grinned back, probably looking like a fool and not caring in the slightest. I collapsed to the side, not wanting to suffocate her, but pulled her along with me, unwilling to allow even an inch of distance between us.
“I think that surpassed wow,” she whispered, and my chest rumbled with laughter.
“We need a new word for what that was,” I agreed.
Gracie was quiet for a moment, her breathing steady against my chest, and I wondered if maybe she had fallen asleep. But then she kissed the skin just over my heart and gave me back the words I had used earlier on the couch.
“Fucking perfect.”