Page 59 of His Saving Grace

Slowly, she lowered herself, taking a couple more inches. She was so fucking tight. She pressed harder, a look of utter concentration on her face. Her inner muscles clenched and an unexpected rumble came from deep in his chest.

“You feel so incredible. You’re so tight, I’m not going to last.” His voice was strained, shredded at the edges. He was holding on by the thinnest of threads.

Her answer was to slam her hips down suddenly, taking him to the hilt. He threw his head back and roared. Her lips brushed against his neck, sucking and nipping. She lifted her hips up and down in a frantic, driving rhythm.

He dug his fingers into the flesh at her hips, trying to slow her down, but she was having none of it. She continued with her punishing tempo, pulling him along for the ride.

Her hot, wet heat engulfed him and every thrust of her hips sent him hurtling closer and closer to the edge. But he refused to go alone.

He slipped his hand between them, his fingers sinking into her wet heat. He found her clit, and pressed, rubbing in the circular motion that had worked so well last night. She whimpered, that beautiful sound he loved, her face buried against his neck.

He increased the pressure of his fingers, and she gasped, her rhythm faltering. Her breath tickled his skin, sending goosebumps skittering across his flesh.

Each stroke of his fingers sent her inner muscles rippling against his shaft. She was close. Which was good, because his orgasm was imminent. He concentrated on her clit, rubbing in an almost punishing rhythm. Grace made little moaning noises, driving her hips against his. She dug her fingernails into the skin on his back, sending a cascade of pain-mixed-pleasure through him. His skin tingled, tightened.

She cried out, her orgasm crashing through her, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. The base of his spine prickled, electricity sizzling in his veins.

He held her tightly and bucked his hips against hers, once, twice, and then he exploded. Every muscle in his body clenched tight, clamping down on his bones. He let loose a guttural roar, squeezing his eyes shut. Little bombs of intense pleasure burst along each of his nerve endings in the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. The kind that bordered on life changing.

He pulled his head forward so that his cheek rested on the top of Grace’s head. His breath slowly came back under control, his muscles relaxing their grip. Grace quivered against him and he wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight.

She continued to roll her hips against his, tiny little movements, her inner muscles clenching and releasing, pulling every drop from him. An after tremor rocked him and she tightened her arms around him.

They sat like that for a long time, entwined, their sweaty skin pressed together.

Finally, Grace pulled her head back and looked up at him. “Talk about incredible.” Her cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling. A smile played at the corner of her lips. He loved seeing her like this. At ease and satisfied.

Mason laughed, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. “I don’t think incredible is the right word. I would go with something like stupendous.”

She laughed, too, and then slipped off his lap. The loss of her made his chest feel hollow, and he fought the urge to haul her back where she belonged.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where had that come from?

He wasn’t looking for anything permanent. Besides, Grace was still hiding something and until she was open and honest with him, there could be nothing more between them.

You don’t want anything more, remember?

His incredible mood suddenly dampened, he looked down. He chuckled, lifting his gaze to her. Grace was wiggling into her panties.

“What?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Umm, I didn’t plan this very well.” He indicated his little problem with a wave of his hand. “I have nowhere to dispose of this.”

Grace giggled, pulling on her bra and covering up her gorgeous breasts. He wanted to protest. She winked at him. “We’ll figure something out.”

He tied the condom and tossed it into the grass. It was future Mason’s problem. Then he reached out and grabbed Grace’s ankles, pulling her toward him. She squealed, a startled look on her face.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” He leaned over her, his face inches from hers.

“Getting dressed?” The breathless words escaped as more of a question.

“You’re assuming I’m done with you,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. He brushed another soft kiss on her lips and then swept a trail of light kisses along the column of her throat. He popped the clasp on her bra. Her breasts spilled free. He took them in his hands, brushing his thumbs over her hard, pink nipples.

She moaned, her back arching.

Oh, yes, he would show her exactly how not done he was with her.