Page 14 of Behemoth

Removing my hands from his, I watch Francis' head fall down and his shoulders hunch; I know he thinks I'm pulling away. I try to blank my mind as I get up quietly, moving to his side of the table. My hands touch his shoulders as I pull him up to me. His head hits my tummy and I can feel the tremors in his body. My big guy is losing it. I'm sure not many have ever seen this side of him. Holding him close, I give him some time. Then I lean down and kiss his head. His arms tighten around my waist and we just let the moment take over.

"Francis, look at me. Please, honey, give me this."

He lifts his head and I see his wet eyes. My heart fills with so many emotions for him.

"Honey, I can’t lie, what you just told me scares the crap out of me. It is hard to even grasp, and then you go as far as telling me what I was thinking at that exact moment. Freaked me out. Regarding your scars, we all have them, some visible, some not. They are the road map to our lives. Scars are the snapshots of our lives good and bad. What you revealed about your secret just now...I can’t comprehend. But, Francis, I care about you and so does Damien. We can work through this if we are honest with each other.“

Watching his face, I know he still can't accept my words, so I continue.

"Yes, I care. More and more as each day passes. I kind of figured you were hiding something and knew we would get around to it. But, Francis, I want you, more than I have ever wanted anyone. You make me feel alive. You allow me to just be myself; so don't worry about things that don't matter. Okay, honey?"

He nods and stands, pulling me close. I can feel his heartbeat against my ear. I know, deep in my heart, if we are going to take the next step in our relationship, I am going to have to make the first move. So, as my arms wrap around his waist, I lean up on my tiptoes, my hands moving up and around his neck so I can pull his head down, and kiss his full lips. First, I nibble on his bottom one, then put the tip of my tongue on the crease between his lips, waiting to see his reaction. The growl that comes from his body alerts me he is totally on board for this next step. Finally.

His arms hold me tight for a moment as we continue to kiss hot, deep, and wet. He releases me, bends, and lifts me carefully in his arms. Carrying me like a precious fragile gift, he walks through his house to the master bedroom. My body leans into him as I run my lips and tongue all over his lips, jaw, and neck. I want him to know I am totally on board with this. God, I want him and am not afraid to let him feel how much.

Now that everything is out in the open, nothing will scare me away.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Francis

As I gently put Grace down on my bed, I feel my lungs struggling to just breath in and out, without difficulty to let air out faster and faster.

Never have I had a woman in my bed, and seeing her right there has my cock getting harder, throbbing against my zipper, tryin’ to escape. Damn, that shit hurts bad. Moving a bit to adjust myself, I walk to the edge of the bed and bend down to remove her shoes. My hands then start at her calves, caressing as they move up to her thighs then her hips. I hold onto her waistband and unbutton her jeans before pulling the zipper down then tugging the jeans off, leaving her sexy lacy panties on. Nervously, I throw her jeans on the chair in the corner.

"Francis, come here, honey. Please."

Her voice is filled with such emotion and need. I react to her request, and as I turn and stand next to the bed, I look down at her. Eyes half-mast, mouth slightly open, legs shifting back and forth, I can imagine her nipples under her blouse like hard little buttons. Before I can start to work on her blouse, her hands come up and shakily start to take care of those tiny pearls.

"Francis."

Looking from her breasts to her face, she gives me a sexy as hell smile.

"Honey, take your clothes off. I want to see you."

Panic hits my chest and I go to take a step back, but her hand grabs mine.

"Hey, nothing I see is going to change how I feel or what I want. Honestly, honey, I need you. I want to feel your skin on mine, taste you with my tongue, and feel you inside me. Please, Francis, I’m craving you. I’ve desired you for so long. Tonight, finally, Francis, please let me see you, baby.”

Being able to feel the actual need in her words, I reach behind and pull my shirt over my head. Avoiding her eyes, I push my shoes and socks off. When I finally look at her, all I see in those stunning hazel eyes is her desire. God, she does really want me. Not thinking my cock could get any harder, it does. Actually, the hardness is becoming painful, so I unzip my jeans and push them down to the floor. My cock is poking out of my briefs, weeping from need.

"Holy shit."

I hear this thinking Grace is grossed out over my body, but when I look at her, she is gazing at my cock, licking her lips, and squirming on my bed. God, this is what wet dreams are made of. She is perfect.

I sit on the edge of the bed, lightly running my hands up and down Grace's body. Over her bra, down her soft belly, cupping her over her panties. Her body jolts as she moans deep in her throat.

Damn, her excitement is fuckin’ making me want her even more. My hands have a mind of their own as they move to her bra. I hold both breasts in my hands and knead them gently at first, then a bit rougher, trying to give her what she seems to like. Pulling her up, I reach behind her and undo her bra. As I push her back down on the bed, I grab the straps, pulling them down her arms. Seeing her full breasts free makes my mouth water, those rosy nipples, hard as can be, begging for me to taste them. And that is exactly what I do.

Sucking one into my mouth, I gently bite down, kneading the other in my hand. Grace is moving her body, trying to get closer to me. My mouth moves to her other breast and I give it the same treatment, and then move down her belly. I can smell her excitement and know I need to feast on her. My hands grab her panties at the sides, tugging them down as I move closer to her. Tossing them to the floor, I move between her thighs as she opens them wide.

Looking at her neatly shaved mound, I don't even take a breath. I literally dive in. Something about Grace gives me confidence I’ve never had with a woman. Her excitement makes me ravenous. I want all of her. Between my tongue plunging, teeth nipping, and my fingers in her, I can feel Grace’s body tense. I can tell she is very close so I take one finger and push fully into her. Feeling her walls contract around my digit, I pull out and push in with two shifting them deep inside her.

Grace is moaning uncontrollably as her hands hold my head to her. Her hips are moving with my fingers as I hear her moan, “Oh God! Don't stop.”

I suck on her clit, hard, until her entire body contracts for just a moment and then relaxes. Her release coats my face and hand. Using my fingers, I continue to play with her, drawing out her orgasm and bringing her down slowly. Finally, when she can't take anymore, I hear a soft, "Francis."

As I gaze up from between her legs, her face is filled with intense satisfaction. Moving up her body languidly, wiping my face, I finally reach her. My hands grab her head as I gently kiss her lips. With her release all over my lips and tongue, I give her the option. But Grace opens her mouth, her tongue touching mine. My hunger is immediate and I lose the little restraint I’ve managed up until this point. The urges my body has for hers is overwhelming. I lean over to the nightstand, reaching for the unopened box of condoms I purchased last week.

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