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Even I know we’re getting off lucky because those are both really short. Even though reading to her isn’t a chore I wouldn’t mind a little alone time with her momma.
Two books, kisses for Ireland, her stufties and one drink of water, and Emily and I head out of Ireland’s room. Before I even realize what’s happening my back is against the wall and this time it’s Emily that’s attacking me. She doesn’t start off gentle either. It feels like she has been waiting all day for this make-out session against Mick’s empty wall. It’s like the moment was finally hers to take and she is fucking taking it. I am certainly not going to stop her.
Her hands are in my hair and she gives a little tug which causes me to growl. She whimpers into my mouth as she pushes herself closer to me. My hands are all over her, I can’t seem to settle on one spot. I just keep roaming all over her back, through her hair and grabbing that amazing ass of hers.
She pulls her lips from mine and kisses her way down my neck, then back up to my ear lobe where she takes a tiny nibble then whispers into my ear.
“Thank you…for everything.”
I start to speak, but she presses a finger to my lips. I silence myself immediately.
“Please don’t sleep on the couch tonight. I can’t remember the last time I slept as good as I did in your arms last night.”
“I slept well too.” She lets me reply this time. “Only I do remember the last time I slept that well, and it was with you a million years ago. You sure you want me to sleep in your room with you?”
“Please?”
“Whatever you need, baby.”
Once I’ve given her the answer she was looking for she asks me to wait just one minute and runs into the bathroom. She leaves the door open behind her but is back before I can figure out what she’s doing.
She joins me in the hall and takes me by the hand leading me to her room. I feel like I’m in a dream; a dream that I don’t want to wake from even if by sleep she means just sleep. That is fine by me because this is the first time she has made the first move and truly said what she wants. If just sleeping curled up in each other’s arms is what she needs, then that is what I will give her. Would I love more, of course, but just sleeping next to her last night on top of the covers was heaven, and I’ll take more of that piece of heaven any day.
Once we’re in her room she shuts the door behind us but her eyes never leave mine, and she is still holding my hand. She takes a few steps backward and then drops my hand. Without any hesitation, she reaches for the hem her shirt and brings her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. She is standing before me in her pink lace bra and jeans. As if that couldn’t be any sexier she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a condom and drops it on her bedside table to make her intentions clear.
Is this really happening?
Is this my Gracie? Being this bold and taking what she wants?
As if answering my internal question, she unbuttons her jeans and then bends over pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them, revealing her matching pink, lace panties. The amazing view in front of me leaves me speechless. I am awestruck by her beauty. I’m still finding it hard to believe that my dreams—that have haunted my sleep at night for years—seem to finally be coming true.
“Jonathan?” I hear her ask me, confused, and then I see her cross her arms in front of her stomach and a look of insecurity crosses her gorgeous face.
I snap out of my awe-inspired gawking and give her a small shake of my head, there will be no hiding from me tonight, or ever, if I have my way. I take her hands in mine and interlock our fingers together and look at every inch of perfection she is offering to me.
“You are so beautiful, baby. You have nothing to hide from me.”
I let go of our hands and fill mine with her beautiful face. As I speak the words, “I’m gonna kiss you now, Gracie,” she is already nodding her head. She knew what I was going to say and she wants me to kiss her as badly as I need to kiss her.
We stand in each other’s arms and I kiss her with all the tenderness that I hope to convey to her. I want her to know what this means to me. What she means to me, and I don’t want to rush this in any way. I pull her further into my embrace and slide my hands up the soft skin of her back. God, I’ve missed the feel of her skin and I need to touch her everywhere. As my hands roam, one tangles in her soft waves to pull her even deeper into our kiss. My other hand trails back down her back and to her perfect ass.
She pulls back a moment later and for a split second. I worry she’s changing her mind. She quickly reassures me by pulling my t-shirt over my head and then it’s her turn to take her time gazing at me. Her fingers leave a trail of heat behind them as she slowly drags them down my neck and to the tattoo over my heart. She takes a moment and traces over my tattoo and then brings those beautiful oceans of blue up to my eyes. I can feel her understanding and what it means to me. She then leans forward and kisses the center of my chest. Her fingers start their way down my stomach to my pants that are now almost uncomfortable from trying to contain the raging hard-on I have for her.
Her gaze has been following her fingers and as her fingers pass the button of my jeans, her hand gently rubs me through them, she brings her eyes back up to mine and gets a sly little smile on her face that says she’s happy she can still do this to me. If only she knew I have been in a state of a partial hard on every minute that I’m alone with her. She is the sexiest fucking woman I have ever known, whether she’s standing before me as she is now or she is fully dressed. She just does it for me like nobody else, and I can’t wait to show her how she makes me feel.
After her little tease, she moves back to the waistband of my jeans and starts unbuttoning them for me. She’s moving in slow-motion though, and I can’t help but help her out after she has the button and zipper undone. I pull the jeans down as fast as I can and step out of them. I take my socks off in a split second and all that is left are my black boxer briefs.
She does her own assessment of me, just like I did of her, but she doesn’t speak. She steps closer to me, stands on her tiptoes, gently brushes her lips to mine, and I feel her fingers reach into the front of my boxers. Fuck, if the soft touch of her hand feels this good with just a couple of slow strokes, I may not last long once I’m actually inside her. While her hand continues its gentle assault, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra. She lets go of me so that her bra straps fall down each arm and her bra falls to the ground. She uses her foot to kick it across the floor and then she climbs on to the middle of the bed and lies down with her hair fanned out on the pillows beneath her. She looks like an angel. My angel.
I move to the foot of the bed and crawl to her. I spread her legs so that I can settle in between them. I hover over her and lose myself in her mesmerizing, blue eyes. There are no words spoken and I don’t think any are needed—because this moment for me is perfect just as it is. I lean forward, bring my lips to hers, and as I kiss her I hear the slightest little moan escape her lips—I think this is my absolute favorite sound—and I feel her move her hips underneath me. My girl is impatient. This is going to be fun…because I don’t plan on rushing a thing.
I remove my lips from hers and kiss a trail down her neck to her chest. One of her perfectly hard nipples is just begging for me to take it. Without any further hesitation, I take her nipple in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it and give it a little nibble. After I’ve given the first the attention it deserves, I give her other hardened nipple the same well-earned attention.
My tongue slowly moves down her stomach and I make sure to go around her belly button. I can feel her tense a little as I reach her lower stomach and I simply hum, “Perfect,” against her skin as I continue. I know she’s worried about the tiny, barely-there, marks that are now on her perfect body. But they are the result of carrying Ireland, they are hers, and they gave her that beautiful girl across the hall. To me they are beautiful.
I’ve now reached her lace panties and I kiss my way down the center of them and find she is just as drenched with desire as I am hard. I look up at her as she squirms under my mouth and see her with her head tipped back and her back arched with pleasure. I hook the sides of the fabric with my fingers, and even though I want to rip them off her body, I gently pull them down her legs and add them to the rest of our clothes that litter her bedroom floor.
I look at her flushed and spread out before me and I don’t know how to fully express to her how perfect she is to me. I crawl back over her, bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “You are exquisite. More beautiful than how I remembered you in my dreams all of these years. I can’t wait to taste you, and then I cannot wait to make love to you. God, I’ve missed you, Gracie.” I take a gentle bite of her earlobe and can tell her breathing has picked up after hearing my lust-filled words.
