Page 10 of The Wedding Ruse

He trailed a finger from her cheek slowly down her chin, neck, and the valley between her breasts. “I have to know, is it under here too?” Looking up at her, she felt that he was again asking for her permission to move forward.

“I—I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out?”

She nodded again, but this time he didn’t wait for words as he slid his finger into her bra and lifted to take a look. Grace tossed her head back to the pillow, unable to think or use enough brain power to watch anything, just feel the myriad of sensations that just sparked to life within her.

His hands came up to her shoulders and slid each bra strap down one at a time before freeing each breast and sucking in a breath. “I can’t tell, better get a closer look.”

She felt his breath on her nipple before his mouth. As soon as he took the first one into his mouth, she let out a small cry at the sheer pleasure of it as her eyes slid closed and she drank in the sensation.

“Hmm. Undetermined, maybe I should check the other.” He didn’t wait for a response as he lavished her other breast with the same attention he had with the other. His hand had cupped the other breast and was still providing it attention as his mouth worked.

Grace couldn’t help herself as her tongue once again licked her lips of its own volition. Her hips moved below him, looking for the pleasure she knew he was offering.

“In the name of science, I think I should investigate just how far down you can blush.” The words were lost on her as his hand left her breast and glided painfully slow down her stomach and into the waistband of her jeans.

She felt him use that one hand to undo the button and zipper of her jeans and slide into her panties. Her hips raised, seeking his touch, as he pulled his hand back out and backed up to help her out of her jeans.

The only thing she could think was this is happening! Over and over repeated in her brain until his finger slid deep inside her and all rational thought stopped. He slid his finger in and out as her hips began to match his rhythm. Meanwhile he slid his body back up hers and kissed her deeply again.

Adding a second finger, Tristan used his palm to give the pressure she needed to her center as their movements became hurried looking for her pleasure. Breaking the kiss, she felt him lean back and his eyes on her face, watching as her pleasure grew.

With a tiny scream, Grace jumped over the edge and sank into a bright white bliss as she came into his hand. He slowed his movements as she rode the wave back down to Earth.

“That is single-handedly the best thing I have ever seen in my life.” He kissed her again, sweetly and backed away. “Take those off.”

She slid out of her panties and slipped her bra off as she watched Tristan find and roll on a condom. Her breathing was more and more rapid as she watched, ready for him to join her back on the bed.

Tristan looked at her in what could only be described as appreciation as he crawled onto the bed and up her body. “I want you so bad right now.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Grace said as used his hands to move her legs apart.

In one swift move, Tristan was fully seated to the hilt within her. Grace gripped his arms as he began to move in her. She no longer cared what she looked like, what he was thinking, or what she should be thinking. Instead she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations only he could bring.

“You feel so good.” Tristan moaned out.

Words brought her back to reality for a second, something she didn’t want. She moved one hand to cover Tristan’s mouth, “shut up.”

He nipped at her fingers but didn’t say anything else. Thunder rolled from outside again, threatening to pull her out of her bliss, she pushed it aside as the room got hotter and Tristan continued to pump.

Two hands went behind the back of her knees, pulling her legs further apart and up into the air. He was no longer hovering over her, instead he was straight upright, sweat on his brow as moans escaped them both.

Having never been loud during sex, one thrust hit her in a spot that she hadn’t known was there before and she arched up and cried out. He mumbled something to her and continued his assault on that spot until she yelled her release.

The room was spinning, stars were all she could see after a bright white light flashed and she started to slide down the other side of her peak, again. Tristan let out a guttural growl as he too reached his peak and stopped moving within her.

In the next moment, his sweaty body was collapsed on top of her own. It would have been a sweet gesture, always seemed like it in movies and in books, but Grace pushed his side to get him off of her.

“I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.” Tristan muttered and rolled over but didn’t go far.

He wrapped one long arm over her and tucked her in next to him. They fit perfectly together and somehow, with the storm raging outside, she slept.

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