Page 9 of Lonely Beard
The fire pops as I lower my head. Her lips press against mine, curving into a mischievous smile, and my chest aches as I kiss her a second time, deeper.
Am I doing this right?
If I speak, will it put her off?
Grace sucks on my tongue, and I let out a ragged groan. “You’re going to kill me.”
Knees hitch around my hips, holding me in place. “You can handle it,” she murmurs against my neck.
And I don’t know what I expected this would be like. More orderly, maybe? Instead it’s hot and blurry and I keep losing track of my hands; I realize after ten minutes that I’ve been rocking my hips down against her, thrusting between the cradle of her thighs. It’s shameless, but honest. I really am running on pure instincts, my body taking the reins.
I kiss Grace for the dozenth time, breathing hard against her damp lips. Could do this forever. Could die here with a smile on my face.
“Aiden,” she whispers, her nails scratching at my beard. “Wanna do more?”
Yes I fucking do.
Immediately, a slideshow of images batter my brain. Things I want to do to Grace; places I want to touch her, lick her,fuckher. I want her bent over the arm of my sofa, my face buried between her cheeks. I want her on her knees, my cock sliding between her lips. I want to lay back on the rug beside the fire, lounging like an emperor, and feel her body sink down onto mine.
I won’t take any of this for granted. And I won’t push her too far.
“I could kiss you here.” My palm flattens over the juncture of her thighs, pressing down on her through the sweater. Grace whimpers, rocking up into my touch. “What do you think?”
Her laugh is breathless. “Genius idea. Ten out of ten.” Small hands bat at my shoulders, urging me down her body, and I tear myself away from the sweet heaven of her mouth.
Grace’s pulse flutters beneath her jaw. I nibble her there.
Those small, round tits are heaving under the borrowed sweater. I kiss her there too, through the smoke-scented wool. Her breath hitches, her body writhing under mine, and I’m dying, I’m dying a slow, perfect death as I settle on my stomach, my shoulders between her thighs.
My cock is going to drill clean through the floorboards. I grit my teeth, shifting to get more comfortable.
“It’s, um.” Grace plucks at the hem of the sweater as I push it slowly up her thighs; she lifts her ass and lets me pull down her panties. “It’s pretty intimate, isn’t it? Kinda vulnerable. I mean, I figured it would be, but I—”
My teeth scrape against her hip bone and she squeaks, fingers weaving through my hair.
“You don’t need to worry.” My broken voice rumbles against her bare stomach, the muscles twitching against my lips. “I’ll stop whenever you say.”
A strained huff. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what—”
“I’membarrassed, you dingus. It’s been a long day, and no one’s seen me down there before, and now I’m seriously second guessing my personal topiary choices.”
“You’re perfect.” I cut Grace off, parting her with my thumbs. She’s pink and wet and glistening. “Perfect,” I repeat, voice hushed. And she must hear the awe in my voice, must believe me at last, because Grace melts against the rug with a sigh.
“Okay.” Her nails scratch against my scalp, and I fight the urge to buck into her hand. “Okay, I’m ready. Do your worst, Aiden McRae.”
* * *
“I—ah—I knew you had moves!”
I shake my head, my ears rubbing against the thighs clamped around my neck, and suck one of Grace’s folds into my mouth.
These aren’t moves.That makes it sound so cheap, like I’d do this for any woman who turned up at my cabin. No: this is nothing that I’ve ever done before, and now that I’ve met Grace, the thought of doing it with someone else is plain wrong.
It’s her. All her. She brings this out of me; she’s brought these instincts of mine online, with her mischievous grin and her prissy little clipboard and the shameless way she rocks her hips up, seeking more.
“Aiden!” Her breathless cries are music to my ears, and I welcome the sting when she pulls on my hair. I want Grace to drown out the thunder shaking the mountainside; I want the noises she makes to echo around my head for days to come.
