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Hunger was hot in Alex's eyes, but she could also see his intent to refuse her. The control that he was struggling for. She shoved her hand in the front of his pants, wrapping her fingers around his erection. Pleasure washed over him, his eyes unfocusing as the hot length throbbed in her hand. For just a moment, his fingers loosened in her hair and she immediately took advantage of it to drop to her knees.
“Later. Not now.”
Pulling his cock free of his clothing, it bobbed in front of her face.
"Grace!"
"Shut up! I want to try this."
"Try this?" Alex sounded like he was being strangled. She looked up at him, from her position on her knees. He was still leaning back against the door, his cravat gone, his jacket open, shirt rumpled, and the front of his pants hanging open. For once, she was the aggressor and it was surprisingly erotic.
"Eleanor says she does it for Edwin, I want to try."
She could almost see the thoughts flitting across his face. Shock at knowing what she and her best friend discussed. Curiosity about what else they might have talked about. The revelation that this was an act Grace had never indulged in. That was something she'd wanted to be sure of, that he knew she'd never done this before. Not just because Eleanor had warned her that he might be jealous, but also in case she was bad at it.
Alex knew that he should stop her, knew that she was probably just diverting him as she had all day, but when her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock, all rational thought flew from his head. When they'd first been married, he'd spent quite a bit of time between Grace's thighs, with his fingers, his mouth, his cock... but they hadn't been together for long enough to begin exploring some of the more exotic aspects of love-play. At the time, Alex certainly hadn't needed anything but his wife, naked and willing, to excite him to the point of losing control.
Knowing that she'd never done this with any other man, that she wanted to do it with him... who was he to deny her? Later, he would rationalize those thoughts. Remind himself that she hadn't wanted to touch him for so long, the change in her attitude needed to be encouraged. That he didn't want to deter her turnaround.
But right now, all he could do was hold on for dear life as her tongue delicately licked the underside of his cock, and the wet heat of her mouth took him deeper. He groaned, struggling to keep from tightening his grip in her hair, not wanting to take control from her when she seemed so delighted to be exploring his cock with her mouth.
She made a pleased humming sound that nearly sent him to his knees, the vibrations traveling up the length of his cock. When the head bumped against the back of her throat, she gagged a bit and backed off, but he didn't mind. After a moment, she began to move her mouth back and forth again, always taking him as deeply as she could, pushing her limits.
It was heaven and hell.
There was no mistaking her for anything but a novice. She was too fascinated by what she was doing, her eyes flicking back and forth between looking directly in front of her, and looking up at his face. When she wanted to lick him, she would pause, exploring with her tongue, especially around the head of his cock, rather than keeping up a steady tempo. He didn't hold back vocally, moaning and practically whimpering at times, letting her know exactly what he most enjoyed about what she was doing.
Even though she was on her knees in front of him, he had no doubts about who was truly in control of this interaction. But the torturous teasing was becoming too much for him, he needed more; wanted to give her the same pleasure that she was bestowing upon him.
When he tightened his fingers in her hair, reluctantly pulling her mouth from his cock, she glared up at him. "I don't want to stop yet."
"We're not stopping, sweetheart," he said, with his best rakish grin. It was feeling a bit wobbly, just as he was, but from the way her face changed to interest and arousal, the effort was satisfactory. "I'm just making some adjustments."
Lying down on the floor, he pulled her atop him, startling a laugh out of her as he flipped her skirts up and positioned her knees on either side of his head, rather than his hips as she obviously expected.
They were both almost completely fully clothed, on the floor of his study, as her mouth slid back over his cock and he pulled her pussy down onto his tongue. The very depravity of the situation made it even more exciting. Grace moaned around his length, her hips bucking as his tongue slid up the wet lips of her pussy. His hands splayed across her bottom, holding her firmly in place. The pretty pink lips of her pussy were parted, her creamy cheeks of her bottom quivering as she shuddered with pleasure, and the tiny crinkled bud of her anus winking at him. It was a sight that would make any man ragingly hard, even if he hadn't been already.
Alex enjoyed the view nearly as much as he enjoyed the musky sweetness of her pussy on his tongue, the scent of her filling his nose. The wet sounds of pleasure being given and taken filled the room, muffled moans interspersed with the rustling of clothing and slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth and his fingers thrusting in her pussy.
Pleasure was making it hard for Grace to concentrate... but at the moment, breathing seemed highly overrated anyway. The way Alex was feasting on her pussy, the perversion of what they were doing together and where they were doing it, was all making her even more excited than she'd thought possible. Precautions and worries about the future had fallen by the wayside, pushed out of her head by much more immediate needs and desires.
He stroked the inside of her pussy, finding a spot that made her clench and suck harder as she clutched at his thighs. The slickness of his cock made it easier for her to take more of him, this position on top of him allowing the head to slip into her throat without gagging her. The frantic quality of her movements, as he licked and stroked her pussy, didn't hurt either. The more he teased her, the more her pussy tingled with need, the har
der she sucked him into her mouth.
The musky flavor of him was different from anything she'd ever tasted, not at all unpleasant, and she found herself craving more and more of it. The texture of his cock was part of that too, so soft and yet hard at the same time, the bumps and veiny ridges that gave way when her tongue pressed against them... she wanted more of it. All of it. As she moaned and sucked, his hips were moving, pushing his cock back and forth between her lips even if she was holding still.
When her fingers crept down to touch his balls, she felt him shudder, just before he thrust up even harder and the suction of his lips on her pussy redoubled. She nearly screamed around his cock as he fluttered his tongue of her clit, simultaneously sucking on the swollen bud. None of her lovers, not even Alex when they were first married, had encouraged any kind of exploration of their manhoods. They were more interested in getting her on her back so that they could put it inside her. Some of the more adventurous would get on their own backs so she could ride them, but even then, their goal was to be buried inside of her pussy.
She had never even thought of exploring a man's body, never needed to, and so she had never realized the effect her touch could have on him. Now she was getting quite a lesson. Holding his sack a bit more tightly, she squeezed gently, and was rewarded with another lusty moan as he writhed beneath her. Grace became almost lost in the sucking and squeezing, her hips moving as she climbed closer to climax.
When it hit, she jerked her head off of his cock, afraid that she might bite down as she spasmed with ecstasy. He sucked hard on her clit and she wrapped her fingers around his dick, releasing his sack, squeezing his rod so hard she could feel it pulse between her fingers as she came.
Suddenly, she was on her back and Alex was between her legs, shoving his cock into her. Her pussy was still convulsing with orgasmic rapture, and she screamed his name as the rough invasion sent her soaring even higher into ecstasy.
Feeling her climax around him, Alex didn't waste a second worrying about Grace's pleasure - she had already reached it and didn't show any sign of coming down from it. Sliding his hands under her shoulders, he held her in place as he began a steady, almost brutal thrusting, using her climax-wracked body for his own pleasure. Her cries became higher, her fingers clawing uselessly at his clothing as she writhed. The grip of her pussy was almost painful as he fucked her hard, pounding between her thighs with every bit of his forceful need.
He could feel the pressure rising, tightening, and he roared her name as he thrust home, holding her so tightly he swore he could actually feel his cock exploding against her womb. Grace mewled and shuddered beneath him, tears rolling down her face from the intensity of her ecstasy, her breath sobbing out as her fingernails raked over his jacket.
