Page 26 of Fate on the Ice

When she doesn’t speak, I decide I can’t wait another second longer. Releasing her hands, I reach behind me, gripping my shirt between my shoulder blades and pulling it off over my head, then tossing it somewhere on the floor.

I reach for my own jeans, popping the button and unzipping them, when Grace takes a tentative step toward me. This time, it’s her who reaches for my hands. Her gaze slides down my chest to my hips as she appraises my body.

It would be a lie if I said that I wasn’t sure I looked good. I know that my body is cut, lean, and toned. I know because I’m an athlete, and I take care of myself. I spend hours in the rink and the gym. I count my protein and carbs. I’m not perfect, but I know I have a six-pack.

Grace pushes my jeans down as she steps out of her own shorts and panties that are at her feet on the floor. I kick my pants off once they’re at my ankles, then I stand in front of her in just my boxer briefs and nothing else.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I grip her there firmly, then guide her hand to my aching cock. I watch as her eyes widen, and my lips curve up at the sight of surprise on her face.

“I want you, Grace,” I murmur. “If I put my fingers between your legs, would you be wet?”

Her breath hitches, and her lips part, her body frozen as she stares at me. I smile at her, releasing my grasp of her hand. Reaching out, I grip the backs of her thighs and pick her up. Her squeal fills the room as I easily carry her over to her bed.

Slowly, I set her down, her ass on the edge of the mattress, and sink down between her thighs, my knees landing on the soft carpet. Sliding my hands around her thighs, on the inside, I spread them apart as far as they’ll go.

“Otto, what are you—” she whimpers, but I interrupt her.

That sentence has no reason to be finished. Absolutely fucking none. Because I’ve been dying to taste her. My mouth has been watering since the moment I kissed her. I have to know what her pussy tastes like, or I think I might go absolutely insane.

“Shh.”

Leaning forward, I inhale her scent as her hands fly to my hair, and I feel her fingers slide through the strands. She grips them tightly but doesn’t guide me. She’s giving me complete control.

And I’m going to reward her for that.

Right now.

GRACE

I feel his tongue glide through my center, then swirl around my clit. I arch my back, and my head drops between my shoulders as I move myself closer to his tongue. He moans against my pussy, the vibrations moving throughout my entire body.

Closing my eyes, I wonder if this is what heaven feels like. I think it must be. I’m not experienced, but I’ve had a man do this before. It’s never felt like this, though. I didn’t know it could feel like this.

Whimpering, I lift my hips slightly off the bed. I want him closer to me—so much closer. Otto wraps his lips around my clit, and he sucks. Then I feel his tongue flick, and I straighten my head, tipping my chin slightly so I can look down at him.

I watch as he lifts his eyes to meet mine, looking up at me through his lashes. He continues to eat me as if I’m his last meal, completely laid out just for him. But then again, aren’t I just that? A meal just for him?

As I climb higher and higher, I forget about the rolls on my stomach, the way my boobs don’t sit perfectly high or even. None of my imperfections matter. The way he watches me, the way he makes me feel.

It’s as if I’m perfect just as I am.

And that is exactly how I feel right before I come against his tongue—perfect.

Otto doesn’t even give me a moment to recover. Instead, he shifts his face to the side, touches his lips to my inner thigh, and before I realize what’s happening, his hips are between my thighs.

Then he’s inside of me.

It’s a swift thrust, but just one. He buries himself deep inside of me, staying completely still when he’s rooted. His gaze slides up my chest, then stops when it reaches my eyes. He doesn’t say anything, his gaze focused and connected.

“Otto?” I ask.

His body stretches mine, and I feel like I might actually be ripped in half, but I would welcome it. The pain would be worth how amazing he makes me feel, even when it’s on the verge of splitting me in two.

“I just want to feel you,” he rasps, lowering his head, his nose sliding alongside mine before his lips touch my own.

Slipping my tongue out, I taste his bottom lip before I slide it inside his mouth and fully taste him. He grunts, his tongue tangling with mine. Inwardly, I beg for him to move to take and consume all at the same time.

Otto nibbles on my bottom lip as he breaks the kiss, his gaze searching mine right before he begins to move inside of me. My breath hitches as I look into his eyes. I can’t believe this is really happening.

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