Page 62 of A Taste of Grace

It looked like a succulent peach that was juicy enough to eat. She rubbed her right hip with her manicured hand and peered over her shoulder at me.

“I want it quick and rough. We can take it slow later.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I liked this aggressive version of my wife. I reached for her butt and held it firm with my hands before rubbing her skin from her waist toward her slit and back.

“Are you sure you can handle this? I don’t have lube, and I’d hate to go in too rough our first time. I want you to enjoy sex with me.” I brushed her slit with my fingers and teased her opening before planting my hands on her plump backside again.

“Then get on your knees and make me wet.”

Grace was a freaky freak.

I quickly gathered myself and smiled.

“If you insist.” I lifted the waistband of her panties and guided them down her legs, taking time to squat and tongue the back of each of her knees.

She stepped out of her thong and spread her legs so wide that my mouth watered. I massaged her thighs before getting on my knees, getting eye level with her womanly essence. I openedher lower lips with my fingers, rubbing the area in a repetitive circular motion.

Grace hissed and threw her head back.

“She’s gorgeous…all puffy and pink. You ready, baby?” I kissed her lower lips and blew cool air over them, causing her to shiver like a leaf in the wind.

“Uh huh.” She steadied herself with her hands on the bed then arched her back again, bending and thrusting her folds closer to my mouth.

One by one, I inserted my fingers into Grace’s vagina until they were coated with her juices. She moaned as I went in and out with increasing depth. She slowly rocked on my wet fingers until she dripped onto the floor below. When she was sopping wet, I removed my digits and held her hips steady.

“Now you’re ready.”

She wiggled her butt and groaned. I rose and lowered my pants, stroking my now erect penis a couple of times before lining him up with Grace’s glistening slit. I guided the tip into her hole and slid in easily. She swallowed me whole.

“Damn,” she hissed.

“Ohh…” I threw my head back and steadily found my rhythm as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. “Baby…you’re so tight.”

My mind wandered as my body took over. Grace had me losing myself with how thoroughly she grinded her body into me. Her steady rhythm had me weak. I thought I would bust from the perfection of her technique—tap, squeeze, roll, repeat. I grabbed her hips and held on, pressing into her hot tunnel and alternating between staying still and pumping into her as she repeated her hypnotic motions.

“Caleb, it’s so hard and deep. Don’t…stop.”

“Keep throwing that ass back. Just…like…that.”

She did as I said with an intensity that had me seeing the solar system…just like she promised when I asked her to marry me.

“That’s my spot,” she cried out as I pounded her harder.

I stayed in that position like it was my home, forcing myself not to ejaculate too soon from the sheer ecstasy of her movements. By the time I was ready to explode, beads of sweat popped off of my forehead.

“I’m cumming, Grace.”

“Me…too.” She held herself up on the bed as she shook and screamed.

I did the same and pumped into her every drop of cum left my body. I stayed in her and held her back, eventually pulling out before we both flopped on the bed. She laid her hands on her stomach and smiled at me.

“That was so good.” I lay on my stomach and rested my hand over Grace’s.

“Sorry it wasn’t slower.”

I grinned.

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