by Anna Blakely
“What?” Gracie looked up at him with confusion. “I-I thought you liked what I was doing.”
“Trust me, I liked it.” He kissed her, using those few seconds to regroup. “Too much.”
“Oh.” She smiled wide then, clearly proud of her ability to please him.
He hopped up from the bed and grabbed the foil square from the nightstand. Using his teeth, he opened the wrapper.
A small, almost indiscernible noise came from the back of her throat when he slid the protection over his pulsing cock.
I know the feeling, baby.
Crawling back onto the bed, he repositioned his body over hers. Supporting his weight with one elbow, he used his other hand to tuck a tuft of hair behind her ear.
Concern flittered behind her eyes as she quietly admitted, “It’s been a while, Nate.” She licked her lips nervously. “Like, over a year.”
His chest swelled. It was a Neanderthal way to think, but he loved that no one else had been given the pleasure of experiencing her body in so long.
Needing to make sure she felt safe with him, he gave her his own admission. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long while, either. Several months, actually.”
“Really?”
Nate chuckled. “Really. I’m not quite the hound dog Kole makes me out to be.”
This clearly made her happy, because Gracie lifted her hips toward his even more. Her body’s way of telling him it was ready to join with his.
Repositioning himself above her, Nate reached between them and aligned his cock to her core. Christ, just the of feeling her hot, drenched opening pressing against him was almost all the pleasure he needed. Almost.
Because he felt like it, Nate leaned down and kissed her slowly. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Ready?”
Gracie nodded. “More than.”
With his eyes locked on hers, he linked their hands together on either side of her head then slowly began pushing himself forward. She was tight and he was big, so it took a few seconds just to get the tip all the way in.
Determination flashed across her face and they both moved together to work him inch by inch into her molten core.
Holy. Fuck.
Gracie’s body was like a vise, gripping him with such strength, he wasn’t sure she’d ever let go. Not that Nate wanted her to.
For the first time in his life, he felt truly connected to a woman. And not just physically.
“God, you feel good,” he moaned as he pumped his cock in and out slowly. “Never felt anything so fucking good.”
It wasn’t just a line. Being with Gracie was like finding the piece to a puzzle. One he never realized was missing.
Picking up the pace, Nate continued thrusting into her. His movements became a little more intense and it didn’t take long for her body to start quivering again.
“Holy crap! I’m close again,” she announced, sounding surprised.
Even in the midst of such intense pleasure, she managed to make him smile. Knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer, himself, Nate was determined to make her climax one more time before he did.
Sliding his hand between them, he gathered some of her essence from where their bodies were joined and began rubbing it over her clit.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, God, Nate. I’m going to…Ah!”
He watched in awe as Gracie flew for the second time that night. Her body clenched down on his, a rush of wet heat instantly covering his pulsing erection.
Hearing her cry out his name upon release, knowing he was the one who’d gotten her there, drove him over that same, magnificent edge.
“Gracelynn,” he grunted out her full name. His muscles stiffened, and with one, final thrust, Nate erupted.
A shudder ran through him and his hands instinctively held hers a little tighter as his seed shot out forcefully, filling the end of the condom.
Several seconds later, Nate was still reeling from the longest, most intense orgasm of his life.
Though, he was on the verge of collapsing, he somehow was able to keep from crushing the goddess lying below him. He leaned in and kissed her softly, needing her to know it was more than just sex for him. That this wasn’t just a casual one and done.
Somehow, in the short time he’d known her, Gracie had found a permanent place in his heart. His soul.
He may not be ready to say it out loud yet, but after what they’d just shared, Nate knew he was never letting her go.
Gracie watched as Nate left the room to take care of the condom, knowing she’d never get tired of that view. He was so fit, she could see his muscles flex with each movement.
His ass was a thing of beauty, its sides dipping slightly inward to form two perfectly defined globes.
Smiling, she sighed and rested her head back onto the bed. What she’d told him had been the truth. Before tonight, it had been over a year since Gracie had been with a man. And it was nothing like what she’d just experienced with Nate.
Her last boyfriend was a guy she’d dated for about six months. Gracie had thought maybe there was a future there, until he got a promotion that took him from Maryland to southern Florida. He accepted the position without even discussing it with her first.
It made her realize she’d never really meant that much to him. If she had, he would have at least taken her thoughts and feelings into consideration before deciding on a change that would affect them both.
Nate returned with a washcloth in his hand, all thoughts of the past vanishing as he walked toward her. Gracie rose up onto her elbows and reached for it, but rather than hand it over to her, he rested a knee onto the bed and pressed the damp material gently against her sex.
Inhaling deeply, she moaned as she laid back down, welcoming the cloth’s soothing heat.
On the verge of falling asleep, Gracie didn’t even realize he’d left the room again until he came back and began to pick her up. She opened her eyes and stared up at him sleepily.
“What are you doing?” she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Putting you to bed.”
After pulling back the covers on the side closest to them, Nate carefully laid her back down, positioning her head in the center of her pillow. He covered her back up then walked around the foot of the bed to the other side.
Crawling in beside her, Nate scooted across the mattress until they were touching. Then, wrapping one of his strong arms around her waist, he pulled so her back became flush with his front.
She wasn’t certain, given his natural size, but Gracie could swear her bare bottom bumped against his growing erection.
“Already?” She teased, wiggling her cheeks against him. His hair there was rough, and Gracie found even that was a turn-on.
Nate’s hand squeezed her hips, halting her movements.
“Told you before, it has a tendency to do that when you’re around. Just ignore it.”
“What if I don’t want to ignore it?” She pressed back against him. Again, his hand halted her movements.
She felt the low rumble of his laugh against her back. “As much as I’d love to slide into your gorgeous body again, we both need to recharge.”
As though he could see her pouty expression, Nate leaned over and used his fingers on her chin to turn her face toward his. He lowered his lips to hers, giving her one of the most loving, sensual kisses she’d ever had.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He brushed the tip of her nose with his. “This thing between us is just getting started.”
Gracie took her own kiss. When she finally pulled away, she smiled up at him and said, “You bet your ass it is.”
Chuckling, Nate pressed his lips to her forehead. “Get some sleep. I have a feeling we’re both going to need it.”
With his arms wrapped snuggly around her, Gracie laid her head back down and closed her eyes. She was still smiling when she fell asleep less than two minutes later.
The next morning, she woke to the aroma of something sweet and savory. She took a deep brea
th, inhaling the scent of bacon and brown sugar, and realized Nate was in the kitchen cooking them breakfast.
After a rushed shower to help wake herself up, Gracie threw on a pair of clean panties and her bra. Dressed in loose running shorts and a tank top, she put her hair up into a messy bun and brushed her teeth. Not bothering with makeup, she made her way to the front of the cabin.
Nate was standing at the stove with his back to her. He was shirtless and his hair was damp, as if he’d recently taken a shower, too.
The cargo shorts he wore hung loosely on his narrow hips, and she took a moment to appreciate the way his back muscles danced as he maneuvered the set of metal tongs over the hot pan full of sizzling bacon.
Gracie loved how the khaki material of his shorts was stretched taught over his rear. She thought of his powerful thrusts, her inner muscles flexing as she remembered how incredible it felt when he first pressed himself inside her.
“You gonna just stand there and stare, or come give me a proper good-morning kiss?”
Laughing, Gracie didn’t bother to ask how he knew she was there. She started toward him, the area between her thighs already beginning to feel heavy.
Though, she’d only been watching him for a couple minutes, it was enough to cause her sex to swell and ache with need.
Careful not to get too close to the popping grease, she stepped up to his side. “Good morning.”
He looked at her and smiled. “Mornin’, beautiful.”
Nate then leaned down and gave her the most fantastic greeting she’d ever had. Tasting of the same, minty toothpaste she’d used, Gracie took her time with the kiss.
A loud pop filled the air and she felt his body jerk in reaction. Breaking the kiss, she took a step back.
“Did it get you?”
He shrugged and rubbed a spot on his arm. “A little. Nothing major.”
“Can I help with anything?”
“Nope. This is done, actually.” He turned the burner off. “Just need to put it onto a plate.”
Moving around her, he reached into one of the cabinets and pulled one out. After covering it with a couple layers of paper towels, Nate moved the strips of bacon from the pan onto the plate.
Turning around, he rested back against the counter behind him, his hands loosely gripping its edge at his sides. “There’s French toast in the oven. It’ll be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
Fifteen minutes, huh?
Gracie knew exactly how she wanted to pass the time. Feeling bold, she said, “Perfect.”
Nate’s brows turned in. “Perfect? For what?”
“This.”
Reaching for the button on his shorts, she yanked it free before grasping the metal tab at the top of his zipper and pulling it all the way down.
Nate gave her the sexiest grin she’d ever seen a man wear. “I was going to ask if you had any regrets, but I guess this answers my question.”
“There’s only one thing I regret from last night.”
She shoved his shorts and boxers down, stopping mid-thigh. What she had planned didn’t require them to be completely off.
Concern flashed behind his eyes even as his solid spear of a cock bobbed between the magnificent V his muscles created.
“Wait, what do you regret?”
“Not having more time to do this.”
Without giving him a chance to protest, Gracie bent over at the waist and took him into her mouth as far as he would go.
“Oh, shit!” Nate’s hips instinctively moved forward. “Gracie, you don’t have to…” he moaned loudly before being able to finish his thought. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
She released him with a quiet pop and looked up. “I know I don’t have to.” She licked her lips. “I want to.”
Heat filled his eyes as one corner of his mouth rose. “Well, if you insist.” He was still looking her in the eyes when she sucked the salty tip between her lips again.
Slowly, she took more of him in, then worked her way back up. Gracie licked before swirling her tongue around the hot, swollen head.
Deciding to take all she could while she had the chance, she began licking her way down to the base…and below.
Using a hand to assist, Gracie lifted his heavy sack and ran her tongue back and forth against it.
“Fuck, baby,” Nate ground out. “Jesus, that feels amazing.”
Smiling against his delicate skin, Gracie took things a step further when she opened her mouth wide and carefully sucked part of it into her mouth.
“Ah, God,” Nate grunted breathlessly. “You’re killing me, here.”
Gracie almost stopped, but when she felt his hand resting on the top of her head, she knew he wanted more. Licking her way back up, she began sucking his shaft again.
Remembering how she nearly brought him to climax last night, Gracie added her fist, pumping him as she sucked. Putting a little twist in her grip as she moved, she felt him become impossibly harder beneath her palm.
Nate started to pant loudly, his breaths heaving in and out as she drew him closer and closer to orgasm. Gracie could feel her own moisture pooling inside her panties, her body aching for its own release.
God, there was nothing hotter than knowing she could affect him this way.
She opened her throat, preparing for the wave of hot semen. She’d never swallowed before, but Gracie couldn’t wait to taste Nate’s essence on her tongue.
Just when she thought it was going to happen, she felt herself being pulled up and away from the very thing she wanted most.
“What are you doing? You said I could—”
“Inside you,” he growled. “Now.”
He spun her around and guided them to the small kitchen table. The position of his shorts at his thighs constricted his stride, making his steps a bit jerky and awkward as they went.
At the table, he stopped in a space between two of the four chairs and proceeded to place her hands onto its flat surface. Nate yanked her shorts and panties down, hastily removing them from one ankle, but not bothering with the other.
With his hands on her hips, he pulled her backside toward him. Knowing what he wanted, Gracie slid her arms forward and lifted her ass in the air.
He used a leg to spread hers wider, and she smiled when she felt his blunt tip pressing against her entrance. More than ready to feel him moving inside her again, Gracie braced herself for the glorious intrusion. Then, he stopped.
“Shit. Condom.”
She felt him pull away and blurted, “I’m on the pill.” With a little more control, she added, “To help regulate things.”
She stood straight. From over her shoulder, she realized Nate had frozen in place from her words.
With almost a deer-in-the-headlights stare, he quickly said, “We get tested every six months. I’ve always come back clean and I haven’t been with anyone since my last round.”
He’d told her last night it had been a while for him. She believed him then, just as she did now.
To the roots of her soul, Gracie knew she could trust this man with her life.
“Okay,” she smiled back at him.
“I’ve never gone bareback before.”
One corner of Gracie’s mouth rose. “Me, neither.”
Nate blinked, then closed the short distance between them. He didn’t go straight for it, like she’d expected. Instead, he leaned down and cupped one side of her face.
Caressing her cheek with his thumb, he locked eyes with her and vowed, “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispered back. And in that very moment, Gracie gave him the rest of her heart.
After a sweet kiss, Nate moved his lips to her ear. In a low voice that screamed of sex, he commanded, “Put your hands back on the table.”
She did as he asked and Nate stepped behind her once more. With a gentle hand against the middle of her back, he pushed her forward.
“Bend over.”
This time, when Nate lined himself
up, he didn’t stop. In one, slow motion, he pushed himself all the way inside.
They both moaned in unison from the indescribable feeling of being skin-to-skin, but then Nate froze in place again.
“Ah, fuck.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I just need…a minute.”
Smiling, Gracie took great satisfaction knowing he was already close to coming. She also decided to get even for him interrupting the best blow job she’d ever given.
Lifting onto her toes, she pressed her ass backward. His fingers dug into her hips and he inhaled sharply.
“Seriously, Gracie. Being bare like this, in this position, is going to turn me into a two-pump-chump if you don’t quit that.”
“Sounds like a challenge to me. Unless you’re not up to it.” She slid her body back and forth on his cock again.
Nate gave a half-laugh, half growl. “Oh, I’m up. Just not sure how long it’s gonna stay that way.”
She grinned at him from over her shoulder. “What do you say, we find out?”
He shook his head, but said, “Just remember, I warned you.” Then, very slowly, he began pumping himself in and out of her body.
It was the best kind of torture. The position made her feel impossibly full and the angle with which he continued to enter her had his dick brushing up against a sweet spot she never believed existed.
It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge, but Gracie was afraid he might lose it before that could happen. Knowing he’d feel guilty if he climaxed first, she decided to help him get her there.
Steadying herself with her left hand, she slid her right one between her legs. Reaching down to where they were joined, Gracie coated her fingertips with her own arousal.
Nate’s body jerked when her fingers brushed against his thrusting cock.
“Shit, Gracie. You’re not helping.”
“Yes, I am,” she teased. Coating her swollen clit, Gracie began to rub it slowly.
Nate thrust harder. Faster. “God, yeah.”
Knowing he was getting close, Gracie picked up her own pace. The pads of her fingers moved in small, tight circles until a glorious tingling began to build deep inside her belly.
“I’m close,” Nate grunted behind her. His balls slapped against her ass. “Bring yourself there, baby. I need you to come. Now.”