Page 64 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

“Easton, please,” Grace begged.

He didn’t think she begged often. Instructed. Commanded. Demanded. Yes. Begged? No.

Reaching down he gripped himself in his hand and positioned his engorged head at her opening. He pressed into her just enough to keep himself in place and then moved his arm back up so that he was resting on both his elbows.

His hands framed her face, and he rested his forehead against hers as he pushed inside of her in one smooth thrust. Her inner walls clamped around him and his entire body was flooded with bursts of pleasure.

She was so tight; he could feel himself stretching her out. Her fingers gripped his biceps, her nails dug into his flesh as he held himself still. If he moved this entire experience would be over. Once he managed to get himself under some sort of control, he began to slowly pull out and then push in again.

Within just a few strokes her sex began to milk him as her body started contracting in release. Knowing that she was there he pushed into her once more and his entire body tensed as his climax crashed into him like a Mack truck. He’d never felt something so powerful that it overtook him entirely.

When he returned to his senses Grace’s arms were wrapped around his neck and down his back, her legs were wrapped around his waist keeping him close to her. He shifted so that he was on his back, not wanting to crush her and she snuggled against his chest.

Easton tried not to read too much into the experience they’d just shared together. He’d never felt that sort of a connection with anyone he’d made love to, and he was pretty sure she’d felt the same, not that she’d admit it. She had walls up, walls that he was having a lot of fun breaking down.

He ran his hands up and down the slope of her bare back as she laid against him catching her breath. “How do you feel?”

“So good.” She sighed blissfully. “Nothing hurts. Everything feels…tingly.”

He grinned, loving hearing her say the word tingly. He doubted that was a word that Grace Noelle used very often, and he was happy that he’d inspired her to use it.

“Are you tired?” he asked, needing to know whether or not this was the beginning of their night together or the end.

Her eyes lifted to his. He saw the desire he was feeling mirrored back at him and his dick began to swell once again.

A sweet grin tilted on her mouth. “No. Not anymore.”

“Good.”

That was exactly the answer he was hoping for, because he wasn’t done with her tonight. Not by a long shot.

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