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Grace hums softly, a low, contented noise, and another jolt travels straight to my cock. It’s straining against my pants now, pressing painfully against my zipper as it tries to get closer to Grace. Closer to the source of everything good.
She pulls away from me a little, glancing down. Then she adjusts her position, moving backward a few inches so she can drop her head. I tense, the muscles in my neck straining as I feel the warmth of her breath on my shaft. My feet are pressing hard against the floor, my hips straining, and when she kisses the bulge of my cock, I almost come in my pants.
I can’t hide the raggedness of my breath anymore. I’m sucking in air as my hands fist the blankets at my side, and when I let out a grunt, Grace tilts her head, finding my gaze again.
“Is this okay?”
Fuck. Yes.
I nod.
“Does it feel good?”
Good isn’t the right word to describe what I’m feeling right now, but I don’t know what the right word is, so I just nod again. I don’t want her to stop. My entire body feels like it’s been turned inside out, all the emotions and sensations that usually lie dormant inside me rising up like a wave.
She kisses my shaft again, and it jumps in response, my hips jerking toward her face. She smiles, making another quiet, pleased noise. Then she continues to explore me, slowly and carefully. Keeping her movements slow and her touch gentle, she slides one hand up my thigh, using her fingers to trace the line of my cock along with her mouth.
My body shudders, precum leaking from me and soaking into my boxers. When Grace’s fingers move up to the button on my jeans, she looks up at me once more. She doesn’t say anything this time, but I can see the question in her eyes.
Slowly, my chin dips again, giving her permission to continue.
There’s a slight tremor in her hands as she undoes my button and tugs my fly down, but it’s nothing compared to the way my hips jerk and shift. I can’t seem to stay still. There’s too much sensation roaring through me, it won’t let me.
Then her fingers brush against the bare skin of my cock, and I let out a harsh grunt. My heart crashes against my ribs as she kisses the tip, her tongue darting out to collect some of the precum that’s still leaking from me.
“Grace.” Her name comes almost involuntarily, like it’s the only word in the English language I remember right now.
“I want to taste you, Ciro,” she murmurs quietly, her fist wrapping around me before she licks me again. “I want to put my mouth on you. I’ve wanted to ever since the night you touched me, when you licked me. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Will you let me?”
“Yes.” It’s a raspy groan, a voice I barely recognize as my own.
She drops her head lower before running her tongue all the way up the underside of my shaft. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. My balls are drawn up tight, my cock pulsing against the soft skin of her hand as she fists me again and wraps her lips around my head.
I’m gonna fucking embarrass myself. She’s barely touched me, and I’m about to lose it. I grimace in frustration, worried my reaction to her is too much, too strong.
But when Grace looks up at me, her cheeks hollowed and her lips wrapped around my shaft, she looks dazed and pleased, her pupils blown out.
She looks like she’s enjoying this.
That thought almost wrecks me, and I release the blanket, fisting her hair instead. My fingers bury themselves in her soft honey-colored locks, gripping tightly. I trap the strands between my fingers in a vise grip, but I’m careful not to pull too hard. I won’t hurt her. I refuse to—not when she’s giving me so much pleasure.
My hands move up and down with the motion of her head, and my hips thrust up toward her face, meeting her each time her lips slide down my cock. I’m about to come. I can feel it building inside me, the slow burn of pleasure that tightens my balls and makes my cock swell against her tongue.
I don’t want to. Fuck, not yet. Not yet.
I’m not ready for this incredible pleasure to be over. It’s been years since I’ve been touched like this, since I’ve let myself feel like this. And it’s not the warm lips sliding over my cock that’s got me so close to exploding. It’s the woman on her knees in front of me, offering herself to me like I fucking deserve her.
“Grace!”
Her name bursts from my lips one more time as my hips thrust upward. Jets of cum spill from my cock as pleasure slams through me, and I feel her swallow, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. She keeps sucking and stroking me until every last drop has poured out of me, and I’m gasping for breath by the time she releases me from her mouth.
My cock is still semi-hard, glistening from her saliva, and her lips are pink and a little swollen. I unclench my fingers from her hair, and the blonde locks tumble in messy waves around her face. My heart is drumming so hard against my ribs that it hurts. Everything that just happened was a combination of pleasure and pain, of desperate desire and old wounds trying to rip me apart.
But I’ve never felt anything so incredible.
Grace tugs her full bottom lip between her teeth. She tucks me back into my pants before tugging up the zipper and buttoning them up again. Her touch is gentle, almost tender, and it makes me think of the way I touched her in the shower the night Brian almost killed her. I still had my clothes on, so we weren’t even skin-to-skin. But all I knew in that moment was that I wanted to help her. That I wanted to make everything better for her.
Is that what she felt while she was on her knees for me?
