by Maya Cross
That got a laugh out of her. "That might be tricky."
"I warned you it was going to be bad in here."
"I know. I guess I was just hoping you were exaggerating." She tried her best to look mortified, but there was amusement in there too.
"I wasn't."
"So I see."
I walked over and wrapped her in my arms. "I guess I failed the kitchen test, huh?"
"You failed worse than anyone I've ever met. I'm not sure this will work between us anymore."
"Not even if I bribe you with pizza?"
"That's a start."
We ordered dinner, then moved into the lounge when it arrived to put on a film. Although the Will Ferrel movie we'd missed wasn't out on DVD yet, Grace had found a cam version online — one shot in the theater by a handheld camera. The quality wasn't great for obvious reasons, but there was a kind of charm to watching and hearing everything that was going on in the room.
"Seriously, if that jackass yells at the screen one more time, I'm going to punch him," Grace said.
"You're going to punch the man on the TV?" I asked.
She scowled. "Don't give me that look. I'll find a way!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, this was your idea."
"I know. I guess I didn't realize it would be quite so distracting."
"I kind of like it," I replied. "Makes me feel like I'm back in the theater, minus all the hyperventilating and the freaking out. It's nice to get another shot at the date that wasn't."
"Hey, we made it halfway. That's better than a lot of first dates."
"That's true."
To be honest, I couldn't really focus much on the film anyway. My sofa only seats two, and the way Grace was curled up against me with her head on my lap was doing all sorts of things to my imagination. Soon enough, I couldn't wait anymore. A man can only take so much. I was done playing games.
Sliding a finger under her chin, I tilted her head back until she was staring me in the eyes. My intent must have been clear on my face, because the humor dropped from hers. Her breathing quickened. I loved that I could do that to her with just a look. This wasn't a one way street, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Guiding her into a sitting position, I pulled her close, kissing her gently. There was this incredible urge building inside of me to just tear her clothes off and take her then and there, but I shoved it down. Our first night together had been fast and frantic, but that body begged to be explored. I was going to take my time with her tonight.
Parting her mouth with my tongue, I began teasing her. She smelled so fucking sweet and tasted sweeter; honey and flowers, a delicious feminine scent that set my blood racing. She moaned softly as I drew one of her lips between mine, sucking gently. The tiniest sound from her did ridiculous things to me. I wanted to make her moan like that a thousand times over. I wanted to make her scream.
Wrapping my hands around her I lifted until she was straddling me. I let out a growl of my own as she came to rest on my swollen cock. There was so little between us now. I swear, I could almost feel her wetness soaking through my jeans.
I broke away. She sat there staring up at me with unrestrained lust. The bedroom hair, the flushed cheeks, that swollen little mouth; it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I zoned in on her lips, full and pink. Fucking hell they were sexy. I couldn't help but visualize her on the floor in front of me with that mouth wrapped around my cock.
No. There would be time for that later.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this properly," I said, toying with the straps of her dress. "To take my time exploring every inch of you." With two flicks of my wrist, it slipped down to her stomach, revealing those spectacular tits. I took one in each hand, squeezing gently, savoring the softness of them, the weight. Fucking incredible. She let out a sharp little moan as my lips found one nipple.
"I love how sensitive you are," I said.
"Well, I love the way you touch me," she replied, eyes closed, voice breathy.
My hands slipped around to her back, pulling her closer as I continued to play, teasing her areolas with my tongue before engulfing the whole thing with my mouth. Her skin was so smooth, so intoxicating. I kissed my way around her chest in a slow circle, relishing the sight of her gradually coming apart. The way her body rocked back and forward atop mine was driving me insane. I was harder than I could ever remember being, so hard I thought I was going to burst at any moment.
Her hands were doing some exploring of their own, dancing across my shoulders and knotting through my hair.
"I want to see you," she said, and with a gentle tug, she had my shirt over my head and was stroking my back. Her hands were so small, so delicate, and they felt wonderful against my skin. I'd let her play as much as she wanted, but not until I'd played first.
I dropped my fingers lower, snaking up and under her dress to cup her ass. Something tightened inside me as I encountered bared skin.
"No underwear at all?" I asked.
Her lips curled into a sly smile. "Nope."
"Fucking hell," I replied. "You are so insanely sexy."
Her ass was deliciously firm in my hands. I squeezed, parting her cheeks, slipping just low enough to feel how wet she was without actually brushing her pussy. She let out a little whimper, shifting positions, trying to force that contact, but I held firm. I was going to enjoy her. Slowly.
"Get rid of that dress and get on all fours. I want to look at you."
She did as I asked without any hesitation. That instant compliance was so fucking hot. The sight of her bent over in front of me took my breath away. She was perfect. Pronounced hips, that gorgeous little bubble butt, but slim in the waist and legs. And there she was presenting herself for me, mine to do with as I pleased. It took all of my control not to plunge myself into her then and there.
Instead I reached out to give her ass another squeeze, then pulled my hand back and landed a sharp little spank on her left cheek.
She let out a cry of surprise, but it was tinged with excitement rather than indignation. Interesting.
"You like that?"
She hesitated, then gave a small nod.
"No. I want you to say it."
She turned to stare, a hint of incredulity on her face, but my expression told her I was serious. "Yes, Logan, I like it when you spank me."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" I replied, giving her another quick smack. Both her cheeks had hand prints on them now, little pink brands staining pale flesh. Christ, there were so many things I wanted to do to her, I barely knew where to begin.
I reached out and stroked her upper thigh, parting her lips ever so slightly. There's nothing sexier than seeing a woman's pussy squeezed together in that position. Her skin there was flushed a deep pink and slick with moisture. "You're so fucking wet for me, and we've barely started." With purposeful slowness, I drew a finger along that hot little opening.
She moaned. "Oh Jesus."
She felt impossibly soft, and my skin came away glistening.
"Goddamn," I said. I'd been meaning to make her wait, but I couldn't help myself. I had to know what she felt like inside. There was no resistance as my finger slipped past her folds. Her walls parted, welcoming me, her hips grinding backward, forcing me deeper. A second finger joined the first and I shifted angles, curling my grip into an "okay" symbol so my thumb found her clit while my fingers stroked her g-spot. She let out another cry.
I played with her like that for half a minute, relishing that slickness and heat and the sensual little sounds that spilled from her mouth, but soon I'd had all I could take.
"Hop onto your back and spread your legs," I said.
"Please, don't stop," she whimpered. The tightness in her muscles and the desperation in her voice told me she was close.
"Hop onto your back," I repeated. "I'm going to take care of you, but I'm doing it with my tongue. I need to taste that hot little pussy. Now."
That got her attention. She spun, gaz
ing at me with desire burning in her eyes. God, I wanted to watch her come so fucking badly.
With her spread-eagled before me, I leaned in close, taking a moment to breathe her in. That smell set something raging in the depths of my stomach, and with a low growl, I dragged my tongue slowly up her opening. She sank down into the sofa with a long groan. She tasted incredible — sweet and feminine — and I lapped it up eagerly. I didn't give her what she wanted straight away, taking my time teasing her folds and thrusting inside her while she squirmed above me, her clit flushed and throbbing just an inch away. With two fingers I spread her open, brushing that swollen nub ever so slightly before pulling back.
She moaned in protest. "Patience," I said. "I told you I wanted to take my time. I want to tease you like you tease me every second we're together. I want to watch you fall apart."
Her breathing quickened as I continued to pleasure her. I began licking that sensitive bundle of nerves intermittently, caressing just long enough to stoke her fire a little more, before focusing my attention elsewhere. She wasn't just going to come for me. She was going to have the mother of all orgasms. I drew her lips between my own, sucking gently and stroking with my tongue. Her skin down there was impossibly soft, and I wanted to taste it all. I could tell the pressure inside her was mounting. There was a vibration rolling through her muscles now, her body bucking desperately, trying to guide my tongue where she wanted, but I didn't relent. I wanted her to beg.
Soon enough, she did just that
"Logan, please."
I pulled back, my mouth poised over that gorgeous little nub. "Please what?"
"Please make me come."
"Like this?" I asked, my tongue darting out ever so briefly.
She sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes."
"Well, because you asked so nicely."
I honed in on her clit, licking fast and firm. The time for teasing had passed.
"Oh God, shit, yes! Just like that."
It didn't take long. Her muscles tensed, her voice spiking as her orgasm tore through her. It was an incredible sight, her body trembling and arching as I milked every ounce of pleasure I could from it. I would never get tired of watching that.
"Wow," she panted, when it had finally passed.
"Wow indeed," I replied, grinning up from between her legs. "You seemed to enjoy that."
She leaned forward and glanced down at my jeans. "So did you, by the looks of things."
"You're about to find out."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, am I, now?"
"Yep." I said, standing up. "You didn't think you got to have all the fun did you? I've been fantasizing about having those lips around my cock since the first day we met."
She laughed. "Now that really is perverted."
"Your fault for having such sexy lips. Get on your knees."
Again, she complied instantly, her hands reaching hungrily for my belt buckle. In a moment, I was as naked as her. She reached for my cock almost gingerly, but there was lust on her face once more. I let out a groan as her fingers closed around my shaft. Jesus Christ it felt good. She jerked it gently up and down, an expression that vaguely resembled wonder on her face.
"It won't bite," I said.
"But maybe I do," she replied, flashing a wicked little grin.
I laughed. "I guess I'm just going to have to take the risk."
She leaned closer, her mouth just an inch from my tip. I could feel her breath hot on my skin, those moist little lips staring up at me, beckoning. She drew one between her teeth, biting softly, and I thought I was going to lose my shit then and there, but then she was engulfing me.
Her mouth was soft and warm and wet, and it was basically the best thing I'd ever felt. Something low and primal rolled out from deep in my chest. This was what I'd been waiting for.
She was tentative at first, just teasing below the head, but as she found her rhythm she began to relax, gradually taking me deeper. Soon, she had more than a third of my length down her throat. Meanwhile, her tongue was doing something magical to the underside of my shaft, teasing and stroking like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"Jesus, where did you learn to give head like that?" I asked.
She pulled back momentarily. "I don't know. I'm just kind of winging it."
"Seriously? Well, in that case, keep winging it. That feels fucking incredible."
She grinned, and then her lips were on me once more. The sight of her kneeling before me with my cock buried several inches inside her mouth was so ridiculously hot. And that devious little smile only made it better. She was enjoying herself almost as much as I was. I've never been one for the whole face-fucking thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm in control in the bedroom, but there's nothing hot to me about gagging. Having a girl on the ground in front of you sucking you off is basically perfection already. I'm very happy to just sit back and let them do their thing.
Grace's hand began to pump in time with her mouth, sending powerful waves of pleasure rolling through me. Soon, a second hand joined the first, working the base of my shaft, meaning my entire length was being stroked with every motion. My knees buckled momentarily, and I actually felt lightheaded. Jesus, that sensation was fucking unbelievable.
There was an immense pressure building in my balls. "Oh fuck, I'm close."
A lot of other girls would have pulled away at that moment, but not Grace. She simply sped up, honing in on my swollen head, jerking rapidly up and down while her tongue caressed those sensitive nerves. It was too much. With a mighty roar, I exploded into her mouth. For a few seconds I lost control as my hips pumped like out of control pistons. The world faded to black. When I came to, I found Grace smiling shyly up at me, her face and body completely dry.
"Did you seriously swallow all of that?"
She gave a proud little nod.
"Jesus. That felt like a huge load."
"It kind of was."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Have I mentioned how ridiculously sexy you are?"
"It came up."
"Well, don't let me stop reminding you."
My eyes rolled over those curves once more, and I felt another surge of desire. I wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot.
"Stand up," I said.
"You don't want a break?"
"What I want is to be inside you. Now. Stand up."
She gave a tiny nod. "Okay." I guided her a couple of steps to the left until she was pressed against the sofa, then I pushed her down so she was bent over the armrest.
"Fucking perfect," I said, spreading her ass cheeks once more. This was the position I'd dreamed of having her in.
She was incredibly turned on. I ran my fingers gently up her entrance, picturing what that slickness was going to feel like around me, the way she was going to sound when I was fucking her. She shifted against me, her breath coming short and sharp as I played with her. I wanted to draw it out further still, but I was hard almost to the point of agony. I had to have her.
I fished a condom from my pants and tore it open.
"You know, I've actually got a birth control implant," Grace said. "And I've never really liked condoms."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I trust you. And I want to feel you that way."
That was music to my ears. The thought of being inside her with nothing between us was impossible to resist. "Well I want to fuck you that way. In that case, you should brace yourself."
"Why?"
"Because I'm about to do this," I replied, and then seizing her hips, I slammed myself inside her. There was no resistance, she was completely ready for me, and we both cried out as my entire length entered her in a single thrust. Her body rocked forward with the force of it, and her hands curled around the sofa cushion.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "Logan, you feel amazing."
"So do you."
She looked incredible like that, ass in the air with my cock entering her. She was impossibly soft, all silk and heat and moisture. I started slow, lon
g strokes that let me feel every part of her. I'd pull my hips back until I had nearly withdrawn, only to ram myself back in all the way to the root. It wasn't enough. I wanted to go deeper, to claim all of her.
Grace writhed beneath me, wordless moans tumbling from her mouth. My hands traversed her body, squeezing and caressing, relishing those incredible curves. Those hips, that ass — my god. I landed a playful smack on one cheek, drawing a sharp little cry of pleasure.
"Again," she said.
And so I did. That cracking sound, the way it marked her, the way her body trembled, it was intensely erotic. Something animal was rising in my chest now, some primal imperative that set my blood burning. Wrapping my fingers around her shoulders, I began fucking her harder, yanking her body toward mine as I thrust inside her, grinding our hips together. Beneath us, the sofa shook under the weight of my assault, but I couldn't care less. I had space for just one thing in that moment.
She was so little, part of me was worried I might hurt her, but she seemed to relish when I lost control like that. Her pussy hugged me like a glove, muscles shifting and tightening as I took her. I could tell by the pitch of her cries that she was close.
Without slowing, I leaned down close so my lips were poised just above her ear and whispered, "I want you to come for me again, Grace. I want to feel you tighten around me as I bring you over the edge."
Those words were all it took. With one final sustained groan, her entire body clenched around me. The sensation was exquisite, and I felt my own orgasm coming on. With almost rabid urgency I plunged myself deeper still, and then the world seemed to burst apart at the seams. My body became possessed, my muscles flexing to the point of pain as I spilled inside her.
*****
There were no tears when we finished. Grace lay against my shoulder, her hand idly stroking my chest.
"Are you okay?" I asked tentatively. I knew she wanted this, but I wouldn't have blamed her for breaking down again.
"I'm not sure."
Not the ideal answer, but I'd be a selfish prick if I expected anything better. "What are you thinking about?"