Page 86 of Saving Grace

“You do realize I’ll have to beat up every punk who’s gonna leer at you?”

“Oh, unlike the way you just looked at me.”

He scowled. “I have the right to look at you any way I please. I’m your damned husband.”

“So you keep reminding me.”

“Maybe we should stay in.” He would love for her to ride his dick right here on the balcony.

Grace eyed him dubiously. “We don’t match.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re wearing faded jeans, biker boots, and some heavy metal tee.”

“It’s a vintage shirt, babe. I paid quite a buck for this. Do you want me to throw on some prissy polo shirt? I have one of those in the suitcase somewhere.” Matt kept his chuckle at bay. The place they were going to was casual, but the food was anything but.

Grace’s pained expression nearly broke his resolve not to laugh. “No. I’d rather you wear what’s comfortable for you.”

“I clean up nicely, you know,” he teased.

“I have no doubt,” she said. Then, with a gleam in her eyes, she added. “I don’t mind playing the lady and the biker.”

He groaned and dragged her softness into his hardness. “Woman, you’re killing me. I have half a mind to just cancel dinner and fuck you right now, right here.”

The answering growl in her stomach sent him rumbling with laughter

“Guess the baby says you need to feed her first,” Grace giggled. It did not escape him that she’d been referring to their kid in the female form.

“He’s the size of a pea,” Matt answered. “How much food does he need?”

“You never fail to impress me, Mr. Foster. We’ll make a devoted father of you yet,” Grace said jokingly, but was obviously pleased.

Matt lowered his mouth to her ear. “Oh, I’m going to impress you soon. Very soon.”

He grinned as he felt a shiver go through her.

*****

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” Matt groaned as Grace slammed herself down on his cock.

They’d returned from dinner and went out on the balcony to “finish” their evening. The temptress started the seduction in the restaurant. By the time the biscuit strawberry shortcake landed in front of Grace, Matt was ready to drag her out of there. As he drank two fingers of Scotch, she carefully slid a spoon full of cream in her mouth. Then, she’d slowly pull the spoon out and lick the back of the spoon, deliberately smearing cream on her top lip. Her pink tongue swooped out to lick the cream off, looking at him with naughty green eyes, before dipping her spoon back into her strawberry shortcake.

For someone who had had no alcohol, she’d been quite aggressive. Pushing him backward through the French doors and straight for the settee and without even kissing him, she’d unbuttoned his jeans, lowered his zipper and released his aching cock. She shoved him onto the bench, mounted him and impaled herself onto his shaft.

“Babe, you gotta move,” he groaned.

“Suck me,” she demanded as she thrust her almost bare breasts millimeters from his face.

That was certainly no hardship. His thoughts were almost savage as he ripped the top of her dress. She gasped and slid up, the squeeze of her pussy almost causing him to stroke. He caught a mouthful of tit and sucked, swirling his tongue around the nipple and grazing his teeth. Then she slammed down on him again and started rocking back and forth.

He released her tit. “Babe, you gotta slow down or I’m gonna be—”

Desperately, he grabbed her hips. “Slow down, dammit,” he hissed.

“Stop being such a control freak,” she moaned. Her hair was wild over her face and Matt wasn’t having it. He wanted to watch her while she fell apart fucking him.

With his other hand, he gathered her hair and fisted it behind her head. This caused her neck to be exposed while he watched her bounce on top of him. Her back slightly arched from the way he held her hair. Grace was fucking him, yet he was dominating and setting the pace.

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