Page 20 of Faking It with the Ice Queen

Elara continued her sweet torture increasing the pace with which she was fucking Grace and moving her thumb to put pressure on Grace’s swollen clit.

She wanted to feel Grace’s orgasm so desperately. She wanted to give Grace the ultimate release.

Grace’s moans grew louder than ever, her lips mere centimetres from Elara’s. Her breathing quickened and Elara’s fingers squelched inside of her just one more time before Grace’s orgasm crashed through them both like a tidal wave. Grace cried out loudly and Elara could feel the reverberations of her climax through her fingers, up her arm, between her own legs.

Fuck. It has never been like this before.

It was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt.

Before a word could be spoken, Elara wrapped her arms around Grace, picking her up once more and carried her over toward the bed.

Grace’s hungry hands began to work at the remaining clothes, stripping Elara naked as they stumbled forward. Elara kissed her collarbone as she unzipped Grace’s dress, pushing it aside, and watched it pool to the ground. Her eyes hungrily took in Grace’s curves, naked except for those lace panties.Elara gently lowered Grace onto the bed and slipped the last remaining fabric down her legs. Elara stood at the edge of the bed, hungrily drinking in the visage of Grace’s curves, the way her nipples peaked.

Grace leaned up on one elbow and huskily asked, “Are you going to stare all night or are you going to join me?”

Elara knelt on the bed, opening Grace’s legs with her hands as she did so and moving between them. All she could see was Grace’s wet and tempting pussy opening before her like a flower.

Elara’s mouth was watering at the sight and she knew exactly what she wanted next. She dipped her head between Grace’s legs and took Grace in her mouth, licking long stokes from bottom to top to taste her entirely, sucking Grace’s excited labia into her mouth, circling Grace’s full clitoris with her tongue before pulling it into her mouth and suckling.

She dipped her tongue lower, pushing it deep inside of Grace, parting Grace’s labia with her hands to give her tongue as much access as possible.

The taste of Grace was earthy and sexy and Elara couldn’t get enough. She made out with Grace’s pussy as though it was her mouth. Kissing, licking, sucking, taking from her.

Grace’s moans were going crazy, but as much as Elara was doing this to please Grace, she was mostly devouring Grace to please herself. Because she wanted this pleasure more than anything. To be lost in the taste and smell of Grace.

And she did lose herself in it.

Elara felt Grace’s body begin to tense and her breathing become shorter and she knew she was close. Elara felt close as anything to her own orgasm without even being touched.

Eating Grace’s pussy with all her pent up enthusiasm was turning her on more than anything else ever had.

As Grace’s orgasm exploded into her mouth, a sweet gush of fluid flooded her mouth. She swallowed and lapped some more,pulling her face into Grace as tight as it would go. And just as she did that, her own orgasm crashed through her, wave after wave of release that she had needed so desperately.

Eventually she stopped licking when it was clear Grace was done and she just lay there, her face still buried between Grace’s legs, her mouth and cheek still resting against Grace’s pussy.

Grace didn’t move her away and neither of them spoke. She felt Grace’s hand reach to stroke her hair, as though giving her permission to stay there. So she did stay there. Breathing in the sweet scent of Grace’s pleasure. She felt tears beading in the corners of her eyes and blinked them away.

She would just lay still here some more.

8

From somewhere beyond the balcony windows, the muffled sounds of winter stirred—a distant gust of wind, the soft rustling of tree branches, and the faint crunch of footsteps as early risers began their day. Grace had felt the stirrings of early morning coming to life, but she had refused to open her eyes as she took in this precious moment. The feeling of warm arms holding her was strange but comforting, and the warm scents of sandalwood, amber, and spices filled her lungs as she breathed in the crisp morning air.

Peeking her eyes open, she saw how the soft glow of early dawn seeped into the room, casting pale blue shadows along the edges of the bed. Frost clung to the windows in delicate patterns, catching the first hints of the blush-pink light of sunrise. This was the first time this week that she had woken up to the sunrise, and, more importantly, before Elara. She had gotten used to the cold bed being empty when she first opened her eyes. But now? Elara’s hand was softly holding her, resting just below her navel. Elara’s other arm was beneath her neck, holding Grace’s head close to her shoulder. Their legs were intertwined, as if in theirsleep they couldn’t get close enough. She was surrounded, held close by Elara as if she were caged beneath her limbs.

Grace felt confusion bubbling up from her stomach. A week ago, she was terrified of Elara’s disapproval, worrying she was on the edge of losing her job. And now? That terrifying intensity that Elara always exuded had been turned on her. And she had liked it. A lot. She had relished the way Elara’s gaze had bored into her, pinning her in place and taking her breath away. She remembered the way that all coherent thought had eddied out of her brain the moment Elara’s hand had gripped her throat. Just thinking about last night had Grace’s skin prickling with the memory.

She couldn’t help but thinkWhat the hell am I doing?She could feel herself getting caught up in the enigma that was Elara, as if she were a puzzle that Grace was determined to piece together. But this wasn’t supposed to be real,was it?As much as she loved to brag about being a hopeless romantic, Grace had been burned in the past by falling too hard too fast. Up until last week, she thought Elara barely tolerated her presence. How could Elara possibly go from that to having genuine feelings?

The only answer Grace could think of made her heart squeeze and tears prick at her eyes. Elara couldn’t possibly have feelings for her; she probably didn’t even like her. This was just sex. That’s all it was. No matter how mind-blowing and intense the sex was, that’s all it could ever be. She needed to stop herself or she would end up planning their imagined future together by the end of the week. What she should do was figure out how to act as cold and calm as Elara always seemed to be.

Grace stewed in her emotions, oscillating back and forth between attraction and disappointment as she watched the first beams of sunlight begin to creep across the room. Eventually, Elara stirred, drawing Grace out of her spiral. Unable to stop herself, Grace turned to look at Elara and watched as Elaraslowly blinked her stunning blue eyes, her features softer than Grace had ever seen. Elara slowly ran her hand up Grace’s back as she smiled, sharing a rare glimpse of the person beneath the mask. Grace felt herself smile in return as emotions swirled inside. How could she not feel happy in this quiet, vulnerable moment?

Giving in, Grace ran a hand up Elara’s arm. “Good morning.”

Elara’s piercing blue eyes roamed over her face and drifted down her body, pausing at the swell of her breasts peeking out from under the duvet. Tension crackled in the air as Elara’s eyes darkened, yet she still said nothing in return. Grace waited, unsure if she wanted Elara to speak or put her mouth to better use, but the longer she waited for words, the more disappointment began to cool her veins and harden her heart.

Grace couldn’t help but worry.What if she’s going to tell me this can’t happen again or some other bullshit excuse?Not wanting to hear the words that would break her heart, Grace twisted out of Elara’s grasp and got out of bed. She could feel Elara’s confusion in the way her hands had lingered until she could no longer reach. She wondered if she turned back she would see her own disappointment echoed in Elara’s eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to find out. Instead, she strode across the room, naked as the day she was born, and disappeared into the bathroom.

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