Page 90 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

When her hands fell to her sides, he stood and was going to take her back up to bed when her hand slid down his sweats.

As much as Easton wanted to be with her, he was concerned that it would be too much for her. He didn’t want her to relapse. Seeing her that sick had scared the shit out of him. He’d hated leaving her. It had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

“Grace, I don’t think you’re up for this.”

“I am.” She molded her fingers around his cock and began moving her hand up and down. “And so are you.”

He ignored the way her grip made him feel or how his dick swelled at her touch. He inhaled through his nose, trying to get himself under control. “You need to go back to bed.”

She slowly shook her head and there was a fire in her eyes as she pushed the robe off of her shoulders and turned around so her back was facing him. “I don’t want to go to bed,” she stated as she spread her fingers on the table and bent over.

Fuck.Seeing her ass on display for him was too much to resist. He was just a man after all. How could he not take what was being offered to him?

Reaching out he touched her. He wrapped one hand around her hip keeping her in place while he used the other to push down his sweats to his feet and step out of them.

Once he was undressed, he moved his hand over her ass. He squeezed her firm cheek, his fingers causing indentions in her flesh as he took himself in his hand. He was hard. Maybe harder than he’d ever been in his life, so he pushed his balls that were already tight as raisins up against his body, to try and buy himself some time so he didn’t explode before he was inside of her. If he pushed into her this turned on, he wouldn’t even make it a single pump before popping off.

She arched her back, pressing her butt into his hand as she moved her feet farther apart. Her new position gave him a bird’s-eye view of her sex. He slid his hand lower between her legs to make sure that she was ready for him. She was. Her folds were still slick from her release and the tight slit of her entrance pulsed against his fingers.

He pressed against her spasming seam, teasing her with his touch. He ran his finger up and down her folds and with each pass her arousal coated him more. Since he knew her clit was most likely sensitive from her release he made sure not to touch it directly, but he did take his time tracing around it.

She must have liked it because every time he did her body trembled and her breathing came in shallower pants. He took his time touching her, exploring her most intimate area, allowing himself to memorize the slick silky landscape. When her seam began pulsing so much that her body was pulling his fingers inside of her, he knew that she was ready.

He replaced his fingers with the swollen tip of his cock and she let out a mewling whimper. He’d always been a huge fan of doggy style. He liked it because he felt like he had more control of his strokes. But, just like everything with Grace, control was impossible.

She did something to him that overrode his gland mutation. His feelings for her, his instincts with her, his primal need for her must have rewired his brain.

So instead of slowly pushing inside of her, he thrust into her with more force than he’d planned on. In a second’s time, he went from just the tip to buried balls deep inside of her. Literally, his balls were smashed against her. He stilled, letting her adjust to the forceful intrusion. He was worried that he might have hurt her.

But he knew there was no need for his concern when he saw Grace reach her arms out to the side and her fingers gripped the table as she demanded, “Harder.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled out and then drove into her with even more force.

“Yes, harder. Fuck me,” she greedily demanded.

Always one to follow direction, Easton did exactly what she asked for. And then he did it again. Thrust after thrust, their bodies made a slapping sound in the cavernous room.

When he could feel himself reaching the point of no return, he squeezed her ass cheeks and then gave one of them a swat. He’d never done that with a woman before, never had the urge or desire. But Grace brought out a primal side of him.

“Yes, again, harder, please, harder,” she shamelessly begged.

He continued driving into her as he swatted her backside again, once, twice and on the third time his entire body tensed as his world exploded into a million molecules of pleasure. His climax felt like it went on forever as every nerve ending in his body lit up with white hot bliss.

When he finally floated back down from his mind-numbing release, Grace looked over her shoulder at him with a smile on her face that he’d missed because he hadn’t seen it in two days. “Okay, now you can take me to bed.”

Her wish was his command.

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