Page 57 of The Devil's Deceit
Want me to eat you out? Grind on me like Grace is doing, and I’ll binge until you beg me to stop.
Burrowing my hands underneath her bottom, I lift her to give me better access. Groaning, she tugs on my hair and wraps her legs around my neck. Good God, this woman will be the death of me. She’s shy and introverted in many ways, but in the bedroom, she’s a fucking wildcat.
“More.” She groans. “Suck my clit.”
I also like a woman who tells me what she wants. I get the whole reading bodily cues thing, but when a relationship is new, telling is good. I’m not a fucking mind reader.
I swirl my tongue around the hard nub, then suck on it, sliding two fingers deep inside her. She’s soaked, and they slip in easily. I scissor them, stretching her. A stream of mumblings fall out of her mouth, and even though I can’t make out a single word, I don’t need to. She’s there, in the moment, her mind silent, her body in charge.
Her hips swivel faster, her fingers pulling on my hair enough to yank it out by the roots. I slide my palm over her abdomen, along her ribs, and find her nipple. One tug, and she comes apart, her scream of pleasure better than the greatest composer’s masterpiece.
I fucking want that sound as my ringtone.
“Now,” she demands. “Please, Christian, now.”
I rise up, shoving my boxers down my legs. Ripping open the condom packet, I pinch the end and slide it onto my dick. She angles herself to take me easily, clamping her hands onto my arse. She pushes, and in one violent thrust, I’m inside.
“Hang on,” I mutter, burying my face in her neck. “I need a sec.”
The scent of her skin mingled with her alluring perfume fills my nostrils. I hold my breath.
It’s too much.
She’s too much.
I can’t handle the torrent of feelings of being inside her. I’m too scared to move, too afraid it will be over in five seconds flat.
She smooths a hand over the back of my head, and the tenderness of her caress undoes me. A lump crawls into my throat. Where is this coming from? I like sex. It’s pleasurable for as long as it lasts. But this is different.
What’s happening to me?
“I’ve got you,” she murmurs, kissing me on the cheek. “Move, Christian. Take what you need. I’m here for you.”
Oh, fuck.
I raise up onto my forearms, pull out, and slide back into her. She wraps around me like a tailored glove. The perfect fit.
“I’m too close to go fast.” I give her a sheepish grin. “I’m not usually this pathetic, I promise.”
She caresses my cheek. “It isn’t pathetic to feel so much that you can’t hold on. It’s flattering. Just let go. Let it all go.”
Her words are my undoing. I burrow into her neck and breathe her in. It’s the most freeing sexual encounter I’ve had in my life. When my orgasm hits, an inferno explodes inside me, but not just in my groin, in my entire chest, too. My heart feels as if it’s going to burst right through the skin, and electrical currents zip up and down my spine.
Easing out of her, I roll to the side, reach for her hand, and place it over my pounding heart.
“Feel that?” I ask, and she nods. “That’s you, Grace. That’s all you.”
She tucks into my side and kisses my shoulder. “I need a mold of these.”
I chuckle. “A mold of my shoulders?”
“Yeah, they’re my thing, and yours are pretty darned fine.”
“Consider it done.” I shift onto my side and cup her breast. “But only if I can have a mold of these?”
She grins. “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”
I snuffle a laugh. “I didn’t make you come again.”
