Page 42 of Fate on the Ice

Twenty

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Yes.

I’m not sure what I expected exactly, but it wasn’t a yes. I cup her cheek before I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. As I look into her eyes, I still cannot believe she is real.

Grace is naked above me. My eyes want to take in all of her, every fucking inch, but those green eyes of hers arrest me. They freeze me. They hold me hostage.

“Then married we’ll be. Before I go back to playing.”

She frowns, and sadness washes over her. I’m pretty sure this conversation shouldn’t be happening when she’s sitting astride me completely naked. But it is happening nonetheless.

“This seems fast. It’s not just because of my father cutting me off, is it? Because I can find work. I can figure it out. I’ve always figured out whatever I needed to before. You don’t have to marry me for that.”

“Grace,” I call out, stopping her from rambling. Her mouth closes, her lips pressing together and forming a straight line. “If it were only financial, I’d just pay your bills. This is more than that.”

“It is?” she asks, her voice soft and completely full of wonder.

“Yeah,” I say. “I want you to be mine, Grace. I’ve fallen in love with you. I know it’s fast, but I’ve never been someone who sits on anything. I know what I want, and I want you. Why wait on any of it when we can start now?”

Grace leans forward, and her lips touch mine. She doesn’t kiss me. Instead, she begins to speak against my mouth. And I welcome every breath from her lips.

“I want you, too,” she whispers. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life.”

Slipping one of my hands between her legs, I slide my fingers through her folds while my tongue moves across the seam of her lips. She whimpers against my mouth, slowly opening her lips before I slip my tongue inside of her, tasting her there.

I want to taste her everywhere right this second. I wish I had more than one mouth. More than two hands. I wish we were more than just two people, and I know it makes zero sense.

Her hips roll against my fingers as I continue to play with her, feeling her wetness, her warmth, her absolute perfection. Nibbling on her bottom lip, I break the kiss just as she shifts, and then I feel her warm center against the head of my cock.

Grace lifts her head, straightening her back as her nails dig into the flesh of my chest as she slowly sinks down along the length of my cock, taking me completely inside of her warmth.

I watch as her head falls back between her shoulders. My fingers glide up the center of her spine and curl around the back of her neck, grasping her there and flexing against her.

When I tug her down gently, she straightens her spine as I bring her face closer to mine, and she begins to roll her hips. She moves. I could come with just her lips on mine, let alone the way her hips roll, her clit rubbing against my pelvis, her tits swaying and her warmth encircling me.

“Then we’ll be married as soon as possible,” I announce.

She moans, her hips bucking, her pussy fluttering, her entire body begging to come. Her nipples are hard against my chest. Her lips are parted, and her breaths are coming out in pants.

“Immediately,” I grind out.

Grace straightens as her hips continue to move. I slip my hand between her legs and press my thumb against her clit, circling it over and over. She’s close. But she needs something else to push her over the edge.

“Cup your tits, honey.”

Her entire body trembles, but she doesn’t stop moving, and almost as if they have a mind of their own, she lifts her hands to her tits and cups them.

“Pinch your nipples,” I gently demand.

She does.

But she doesn’t just pinch them. I watch as she tugs them. Over and over until I hear her audible gasp fill the room, and her entire body freezes, including her fingers, frozen in a pinching motion against her nipples.

Reaching forward, I grip her hips, holding her body still. Then I lift my hips as I fuck her from beneath. Her lips are parted, her hands still frozen as her body sways from my movements under her. And I’ve never seen her any more gorgeous than she is at this moment.

When I come, I pull her down along my length and keep her there, filling her with my release. We probably should have had a conversation about contraception at some point, but about the point where my desires took over, my brain completely left me, and I stopped using condoms.

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