Page 55 of Grace of Spades
"Grace..." he warns.
"Christian," I smirk.
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Grace
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"I am now." I smile, flipping him onto his back. "Just watch the tattoo," I warn.
"Done." He grins, moving his hands up my thighs carefully avoiding the bandage and moving my nightshirt up higher. I remove it and see the heat in his gaze as he watches me push his shirt up, revealing his hard body.
His warm hands grasp my waist as he sits up so I'm not knocked to the floor. Christian pulls his shirt off and I take in his glorious body.
Fuck me. This man is cut and his tattoos are just as exquisite as his body. A collection of black and grey movie monsters cover his right arm and shoulder with the Bianchi crest over his heart. He removes his glasses as I start kissing up his neck.
"Grace." He moans before flipping me onto my back. He kisses down my neck over my breasts. Taking a pierced nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other between his thick fingers. I moan as I watch his journey down my body. He continues down my tattooed and scarred stomach and down further. He lays a soft kiss against my seam before kissing off down the inside of my thigh. Teasing me. God, I want him.
I let out a desperate whimper and he lazily kisses his way back to my centre. I look down to see him slide my blackpanties to the side anddive his tongue straight in.
"Fuck!" I gasp. He licks and sucks at me making me shake and arch on the bed. I come hard as he slowly slides a long finger deep inside me. He pumps into me as I come down. God damn.
I pull him up to my mouth tasting myself on his tongue making him groan still fingering me. I palm at him through his jeans somehow managing to free him for me.
He backs up to put a condom on from who knows where and then he's back on me. I lick and nip at his lips as he slowly enters me.
"So fucking perfect for me."
I let out a low moan thrusting up to meet him. He throws his head back with a deep hum that has me clenching around him. I wrap my legs around him tightly and start moving as he pushes and pulls against me. We moan and gasp as we move to our rhythm, losing ourselves to each other.
"Grace." He groans, wrapping me in his arms and lifting me off the bed so I'm riding his lap. God, he's so deep.
"Oh fuck." I gasp.
"Ride me, Perfect Girl," he commands gripping my waist and pulling me slowly down his length then back up just as agonizingly. Just as I start to adjust, he goes faster, harder until I'm pushed over the edge, falling into my climax again as he pumps into me through his.
We stay connected for a bit to catch our breath before he slides out of me with a kiss and leads me to the shower. He sets me on top of the countertop and I peel the bandage off my tattoo. It's so pretty but the man in front of me has my whole attention again as I watch him bend over to turn on the shower.
Good lord, this man is fine. I admire the lines and planes of his body as he moves. I want him again already.
I hop down off the counter and pin him to the wall kissing down his chest until I'm on my knees before him. I look up at him and see the heat in his eyes as I bring him into my mouth.
A hushed moan makes its way from his lips as I lick down his shaft and back off. The taste of the lube from the condom still present. He's still a bit soft but I'm a hard worker. I lick and suck and swirl my tongue until he's hard again and clutching the hair at the back of my head.
"Grace, I need you again." He groans. I pop off him and smile.
"Then takeme." And he does. Lifting me into his arms and pressing my back against the cool wallpaper. He drives into me hard over and over until I can't think straight. I bounce up and down on him while he grips my ass thrusting into me as I cry out.
"God, you're so perfect." He grinds out before gripping me harder. I feel my legs start to shake as I grip his back. He crashes his lips to mine catching my scream as I come again. Fuck, yes! He stiffens and growls into my mouth as he finishes the warmth of his spend filling me up. His kisses turn soft and reverent and I am putty in his hands.
He doesn't set me down or even pull out as he walks us into the shower.
He pushes me up against the cold tiles kissing down my neck as he finally pulls out and his spend slips out of me too.
"Oh shit. I came in you. I didn't have a condom on that time. I'm so sorry." He says looking down at me in panic.
"It's okay. I'm on birth control and I just got a clean bill of health last week." I smile as he relaxes. "However, we may want to disinfect the scratches on your back after we get clean." I wince.
