Page 26 of The Gargoyle's Grace
Chest heaving, she moaned as I devoured her with a kiss. My hands tangled in her hair while the length of her body pressed against mine as I took everything she had to give. She lashed back at me, nipping at my lips and clawing her hands down my arms. Where I ended and she began was inconsequential. I breathed her in, tasted her as thoroughly as I could before finally letting her go so I could get even closer.
She dropped to her knees the moment I pulled away, her hands working at the laces on my trousers with expert precision.
“Grace,” I growled.
“I want to,” she said, wrapping a hand around my cock. She tentatively circled the sensitive head with her tongue, looking up at me for my reaction. I exhaled through my nose, sensation rioting under my skin.
I tangled a hand in her hair, which she must have accepted as a signal of approval, then her warm, soft mouth was around me and all rational thought fled. Grace twirled her tongue over the crown again, then took me deeper into her mouth. She applied both hands, stacked one on top of the other, and twisted them in separate directions as she bobbed her mouth over as much of me as she could take and still breathe.
I made the mistake of looking down to see those wide, hazel eyes peering back up at me. The familiar tingle of impending release exploded near my spine, and her tongue lapping at the droplets of moisture it produced nearly pushed me over the edge. Her hands dropped away, and she gripped back of my thighs as she opened wider, taking me deep into her throat. My head fell back, eyes unfocused as they took in the stars above me, then more exploded behind them.
“Grace,” I warned, but she was encouraged by the strain in my voice instead of deterred. Her speed increased, one hand returning as I abandoned all hope of regaining control. My climax swept through me a roar leaving my throat as I came down hers, fingers tangled in her curls.
When I had regained some balance, I tried to pull her up by her hands, but instead, we ended up in the soft leaves with me on my back and her sprawled over my chest.
“You’re a gift, Little Rabbit,” I breathed, reveling in the soft quality her eyes took on just before I meshed my mouth with hers again.
Our kisses were slower, more about discovery than passion as we lay on the ground. I turned my body, rolling her off me and then under me as she clung to my shoulders. I breathed in her sweet scent, pressed my mouth to that soft place where her jaw met her ear, then traveled down the column of her neck. My teeth nipped at her collarbone, and she arched up into me. I took my time. I tasted and touched and planned the next fifteen interludes I wanted to have with her.
She was beautiful, leaves tangled in her hair, dirt smudges on her face and arms. I pulled her back to her feet and danced her backward toward the rocks.
“Pull your skirt up.” I turned her so she was on her stomach, her feet barely touching the ground as I positioned her to the right height. Slipping her underthings down to her ankles, I gripped one round globe in each hand. She glistened between her legs, proof that I wasn’t alone in my desire. “Hang on, Little Rabbit.”
I sank into her slowly after giving my cock a firm grip and tug with my hand. The sound she made sent a tingle into my chest, and I feasted on every single one of her moans as I pumped into her from behind. She stretched around me, a perfect fit just like the time before. I’d never get enough of her.
My stamina should’ve been better, but when she started to press her ass back into me, I knew I was in trouble. I could feel myself hitting the end of her as she took all of me, her inner muscles fluttering against my shaft as I rubbed on a spot she liked. Grace was no passive lover, canting her hips and moving one of her legs to better balance… even putting her hand between her legs to rub at her clit to speed things along.
I was doomed.
“Faster,” she gasped.
I complied, holding on to her hips with what I feared was a bruising grip as I thrust myself as fast and deep as I could.
“Magnus.”
“Yes, Little Rabbit?”
“Don’t stop. I’m so close…” She breathed out heavily, and I felt her body let go. I tensed but kept going, pushing her through the peak. I pressed myself in as deep as I could go as her legs trembled and she cried out, and my cock throbbed in response.
When she could breathe again, I continued, rocking in and out slowly as the heavy tingle chased up my spine. Grace whimpered, and I couldn’t take anymore. My climax left me pulsing inside her as she clutched at the rock with her fingertips.
“Well done, Grace.” I sighed, catching her in my arms as she slid bonelessly away from the rocks.
Well done, indeed.
Chapter13
Grace
Iwas grateful for the warm fire we’d left burning and how close my bed for the night was by the time Magnus carried me back to the hut. My body was sore in the most delicious of ways, but I was ready for some coziness. A hot bath, a snack, and a serious night’s sleep all sounded heavenly.
I stared at the strange contraption that was nothing more than a drain in the middle of a stone floor with a sprayer head attached to some piping.
“Whatis that?” I looked at him, perplexed.
“A shower,” he said simply. “You’ve never used one?”
“No. Where’s the tub?”
