Page 61 of Saving Grace

“Is fine! So help me, Matt, if you don’t … Oh, God!”

With a throaty growl, he shoved hard into her and felt the welcome sting of her nails on his back. He drove into her again and again, letting loose as he pounded her pussy the way he’d dreamed about since their first time. He clenched his jaw as he strove to give her another orgasm. Reaching between them, he strummed her clit.

He watched her come this time and she was glorious. Head thrown back, her gypsy eyes hooded, and pouty lips parted as she moaned his name like an invocation. Her orgasm contracted her inner muscles around his cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. After three deep strokes, one shallow one, and an erratic double pump, he buried himself inside her, pouring his cum into her as the ripple of his overpowering climax shuddered through every sinew, muscle, and bone. He quickly collapsed beside Grace so as not to crush her, but gathered her quickly to his side, not ready to relinquish the connection.

“Fuck, Grace,” he muttered as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’d die a happy man, staying buried between your legs.”

She huffed a short laugh and burrowed her face into his chest. “I don’t think I’d want that.”

“I have more orgasms to give you,” he promised gruffly. He pulled one of her legs across his thighs, drawing her closer if that was possible. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and he didn’t want her getting cold.

“I need to get cleaned up, I’m feeling sticky,” Grace whispered. There was a teasing reprimand in her tone.

“I didn’t use a condom,” he grunted.

“It’s not like you can get me pregnant again,” she laughed.

“I’m clean, Grace. I swear.”

“I’m not worried about that either,” she replied. “Relax. I know you won’t put me at risk knowing I’m pregnant.”

Matt kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer. He’d never done the cuddling thing before, but he’d accepted that Grace was a game changer for him.

In every way.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Grace

Men were at their weakest after sex. I should never have forgotten this. Ten minutes after he’d fucked me, Matt disentangled our limbs and got off the bed. I pretended to be groggy. Surprisingly, he didn’t leave, but went to the bathroom. I heard the water run, and he returned with a warm towel to wipe his cum between my legs.

That was new. After cleaning me up, he rolled me under the comforter. I continued pretending to be too tired to care and grumbled in protest at all the appropriate times.

I could feel him staring at me in the darkness. I had the covers pulled up past my chin in a show of total oblivion. My heart was beating wildly though. Would he get into bed with me?

The rustling of clothes answered my question. He was leaving. At least it wasn’t as bad as the last time when I was naked and he was spewing humiliating words at me. Still, unbidden tears prickled my eyes. I heard the door open and close and his footsteps receded.

With my memories back in force, followed by soul-shattering orgasms, I had trouble keeping my eyes open despite the ache in my heart. I didn’t know how to face Matt the next day. And with that thought I gave myself up to sleep.

I awakened feeling extremely hot as if my body had slept next to a furnace. I recognized the bare chest of solid lean muscle. It was Matt. And judging from the rough hairs of a leg brushing against mine, he wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms either. The question was if he was totally naked. I felt my face heat up.

“Don’t worry. I’m not naked,” Matt murmured as if reading my thoughts. He propped up on an elbow and gazed down at me. “And don’t give me grief about sleeping in bed with you. I think we’re past that in this stage of our relationship, don’t you think?”

My eyes widened. “R… relationship?”

“Yeah, babe. Keep up, will you?” Matt teased.

Who knew this man could be so charming?

“And,” he added. “There’s nothing more I’d love than a morning fuck, but we have a doctor’s appointment, and then we’re heading to Edington to get a marriage license.”

My head was spinning. “Marriage license?”

“Gypsy,” he said in a chiding, indulgent tone. “I know you’re blinded by my devastating good looks, but I didn’t think I was capable of rendering you speechless.”

The smirk on his face did it. My temper shot to my hairline as I scrambled out ofbed, heedless of my nudity.

“Okay, if your eyes were daggers right now, I’d be a dead man,” Matt sighed. “Why are you so pissed?”

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