Page 123 of Grace on the Rocks

As her need grew, he made more frequent trips down, dipping in with lube and then frustratingly away, until finally he gave her what she wanted, stroking her clit lightly until she bucked hard against his hand in gasping, panting breaths.

Just when she didn’t think she could stand another second of friction, he removed his finger and drew her close against him as she curled in and buried her face against his neck.

“Look at me,” she whispered.

“Look at you,” he replied, and she didn’t mind the obvious grin in his voice as he kissed the top of her head and drew the covers up over them both.

She had achieved the same results alone in her hotel room, but surrendering control and giving herself over to every sensation whileBryantook care of her made it one hundred times more tantalizing and more intense.

“What about you?” she finally asked once she recovered enough to remember this wasn’t only about her.

“What about me?” he asked as though he didn’t have a care in the world or a rock-hard erection pressed against her belly.

She drew her own fingers down his chest through the soft hair that led directly south and took a firm grasp of his silky length.

He exhaled hard. “Lady’schoice,” he gasped again.

Grace wasn’t sure what her choice would be.She’dgiven fumbling, exhausting hand jobs and painfully awkward blow jobs out of obligation more than once.Inthose situations in the past,lady’s choicewould honestly have been to let him ache until his balls turned blue because it was all too difficult to discuss.

“What do you like?” she asked, running her fingers idly up and down.Sheenjoyed the way it made him gasp and jerk a little, but he caught her wrist, stilling her touch.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you’re going to want to use it later.”

“Oh,” she said, withdrawing her hand.

“Either is fine.Orneither.Ican wait,” he assured her, bringing her palm to his lips and then kissing each knuckle.

He scooched back, putting a little space between their bodies, not enough to make her feel cold, just enough to tuck himself away.Thenhe kissed her cheek, her neck, her lips.

As her mind started to descend into another puddle of desire, she debated with herself.Shehadn’t planned onusing it, as he so eloquently put it, but she hadn’t planned onnotusing it either.Infact, she very much wanted to eventually, and the longer she waited, the more she built it up in her brain, the harder it would be.Nopun intended.

He probably wouldn’t feel flattered to know she kept thinking about it like ripping off a bandage, but the thing was, she felt totally safe with him.Ifshe wasn’t enjoying it, she knew they could stop—no harm, no foul.Sowhy not try?

“I can literally hear you thinking,Rios,” he whispered as he kissed down her neck, trying to draw her out of her head. “Don’ttalk yourself into anything on my account.”

He skimmed a palm over her breast and then traced the underside, making her spasm.

“If we started andIdidn’t like it?” she whispered, finding and running her thumb over his tip so his whole body convulsed as hers had just done.

“There’s no rush,” he gasped, leaning up to distract her by circling her nipple with his tongue, and for a minute, she forgot what they’d been talking about.

“But ifIwanted to?AndthenIdidn’t?” she panted when he finally stopped licking.

“NASA can scrub a launch,” he whispered, and she laughed. “IfNASAcan do it, we can to.Atfar less expense.”

She laughed again.Thatwas new.She’dnever laughed in bed before.

“Would it help if you’re on top, so you don’t feel trapped?” he suggested.

Grace had never thought of trying that before, either, of riding him to her own fulfillment.

“Which lube do you think is best?” she asked.

“Let’s see.”

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