Page 66 of Butter My Biscuit

“Say it,” I whisper, encouraging, hoping that this is the moment that she admits there’s something between us.

Over the last few weeks, we’ve scaled a wall and crossed an invisible line we’ve been teetering for years. We can stop, but neither of us pulls away. There is no stopping this runaway train; we’re too far gone.

She rolls on top of me and rocks against my cock. I’m so damn hard for her, and she knows it; she can feel it, and by the look on her face and how she grinds against me, she likes it. Leaning forward, she wraps her arms around me and kisses my neck as I dig my thumbs into her hips. I love every fucking curve of her body and feeling her pressed against mine.

I thread my fingers through her long brown hair, taking a fist of it as she slides her plump lips along my jawline. Together, we are magic as my heart rapidly beats in my chest. Desperate pants fill the room. I’ve dreamed of this very moment for as long as I can remember.

“Shit,” she whispers, rocking against me. “Whyare we in onesies?”

“They were your idea.” I laugh against her mouth and pull away to look into her beautiful eyes.

Grace gives me Eskimo kisses, rubbing her nose against mine. “Should we stop?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to.” She grinds harder against me, and if she keeps going, she might get off. Hell, me too.

“Then, don’t. You’re in control,” I say, clenching my jaw, not wanting this to stop.

I’ll let her call the shots. She is the one steering this ship, and I’d respect her decision to change her mind.

“I need these clothes off,” she hisses. “Too restricting.”

Lifting her leg, she unstraddles me, then props herself up on the fluffy pillows and slowly unsnaps the buttons down below her belly button. The eye contact is intense as I do the same. Grace positions herself on her knees in front of me, and we’re facing each other. Reaching forward, she slides her hands under the material, and I follow her lead. Her fingers glide down my chest, tracing my carved muscles.

She’s breathless as her eyes study my body like she wants to devour every inch of me. “Harrison, I need you,” she whispers, and I almost don’t hear her.

Our mouths crash together, and I pepper kisses to her ear and whisper, “Say it again.”

I need her to repeat it as I fist her hair. I need her to be sure as fuck about this.

“Ineedyou like I need air,” she says with desperation in her tone, and it’s music to my ears.

I can’t be the man to deny her. Not this time.

Grace reaches behind her and removes her bra, allowing her voluptuous breasts to fall free.

“Look,” she whispers, and I move her hair over her shoulder. “I want you to see me.”

The confident girl that I love so damn much appears, and I take my time studying every inch of her. “Gorgeous.”

She smiles, leaning back on the pillows, and slides out of her clothes. I swallow hard as the lights cast a warm glow on her skin.

“This is my favorite part,” she tells me.

“Fuck, mine too,” I say, crawling over to her, lying on my side.

She wraps her arm around my neck, and we take our time exploring one another. I memorize her body with my hands, every smooth inch of her soft vanilla-scented skin. Her breaths grow ragged as she parts her legs, and my fingers slide inside her.

I smile, chewing on my lip. “You’re so wet, princess. I love it.”

“You … do that to me.” She stills, placing her hand on my cheek as I slowly tease her G-spot. “It feels so … good.”

She rocks her hips, and I pull away, placing my fingers in my mouth.

“Delicious.”

Carefully, I reposition myself so that I have the perfect view of her waxed pussy and ass. Then, I lean forward and lick her clit, tasting all of her. She reaches down, tugging my messy hair as she rides my face. Her breathless pants give me life as I gently give her two fingers.

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