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“If you say so,” he replied, leaning back down to kiss the top of her thigh while he hooked his fingers into the waist of her underwear and eased it down. He moved down her body as he did, lips grazing her skin, peppering it with kisses as he went down the length of her body. She sighed, arching her hips and pushing closer to him.
“I do,” she moaned. The feel of his warm breath against her skin made her squirm under him, and she sucked in a deep breath as she reminded herself to breathe when she felt his lips ghost against her hip and then again closer to her barely covered clit. “Anton,” she sighed when he pressed his face between her legs. When she felt his mouth against her through her panties she shuddered at the gentle scrape of his teeth before he pulled her underwear down her legs. She raised herself up on to her elbows and lifted her head, looking down at him.
“Holy shit.” Her eyes widened at the sight of him between her legs, kissing his way closer and closer. Another kiss and the drag of his tongue against her folds. He took his time and made her gasp, arching her hips up to chase after the delicious friction. He moved his head to the side, nose trailing a line over her sensitive flesh.
“More. I need more,” she begged, but there was no reason to beg, not when he was eager to give her what she craved. Anton breathed out, the warm feel of his breath setting her skin on fire as he gave her more. He moved up, an arm hooking under her thighs and raising her to his mouth. He took her clit into his mouth, tongue circling it slowly, each drag of his tongue making the circle smaller and smaller until he took her clit into his mouth.
“Anton!” He sucked on her clit with the kind of pressure and focus that made her forget her own name. He moaned, the sound vibrating and adding to the fever pitch he was driving her towards. She moved, hips bucking and thrashing to get closer to him, but a firm hand over her belly kept her where she was as he continued to take his time with her. She could scarcely remember to breathe as he kissed and devoured with a hunger that surprised her. His tongue pumped in and out of her while his hands stroked her with sure touches intended to not only fan her need for him, but to satisfy her.
“Please, faster,” she was begging him now, but she didn’t care. She needed more. More of everything. More of him. Always more of him. Anton moved, thrusting two fingers into her, curling them just so, so that when he stroked her she knew she had no prayer of lasting long. Not with his mouth on her and his fingers inside of her.
She cried out as she reached the peak of her orgasm, the pleasure exploding out from her core until it reached her toes and fingertips. That blissful edge that had been within grasp rushed up and over her until she could barely breathe. Hell, she was sure the orgasm had made it to the ends of her hair. She felt that good. She shivered as he continued to kiss and lick, his tongue lessening in intensity and pressure as he worked her down through the throes. The effect was delicious as it prolonged her pleasure, and by the end of it she was sure she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm coiling in her belly.
When she was able to control her breathing she let out a laugh. “That was amazing.” She turned her head to look down at him. Anton was still between her legs and he looked like he had no plans to move anytime soon. His arms caged her legs as he dropped a lazy kiss to her thigh. And the smile on his face? The man had a smile on his face that was the very definition of devilish. He pushed himself up, forearms flexing as he moved up her body until they were face-to-face.
“You deserve amazing,” he whispered, nose brushing hers, and she swore under her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t need him to make her cry when she already felt so raw. She was like an exposed wire right now with the pleasure he’d given her humming through her veins. She opened her mouth to reply but the only thing that came out was a half strangled sound that was nowhere near intelligible.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing, you’re perfect,” Grace said in a rush, her hands reaching up to run through his hair.
He said nothing, but the tender look in his eyes sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with lust. Instead of saying anything, she lifted her head and kissed him. It was a gesture that he responded enthusiastically to, lips and tongue moving against hers as thoroughly as he had devoured her only moments before. She might not be able to say what she wanted, it was too vulnerable, but she could show him what she felt in her heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her hips up against his, a sigh escaping her when she felt the firm warmness of his cock against her. She had just sighed in pleasure, hips arching up again when he drew away with a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
But then just as suddenly as she brought him close to her, he was gone.
Her hands reached out, following him as he nearly leapt off the bed. “What gives?”
“What gives,” he replied, pinning her with a look, “is that you’re driving me crazy in the best way.” He bent over his travel bag, hands scrambling to pull something out before he righted again, a condom in his hand. “We still have to be smart.”
“So smart,” she agreed, hands reaching for him again the second he hit the bed. He pulled her close, hands tight on her hips, and she only had a split second of warning before he rolled on his back and pulled her down on top of him.
“Is this okay?” he asked, a hand cupping her cheek. His touch was warm and comforting. Familiar in its ability to drive her need for him higher until it had her turning into someone she didn’t recognize.
“Yes,” she rasped out. “This is so okay.” All it took was a gentle hand at her waist, urging her forward, for her to spring into action. When a man gave youthe look, all eyelashes and want, you acted. She almost forgot to breathe when she settled above him, her thighs on either side of his hips with his hard length pressing up and between her thighs. She bit her lip and rocked back, relishing the half-stifled moan from him at the gesture.
“Grace,” he moaned, hands coming to twist in the sheets as she shifted back, her hands eagerly finding him and guiding him to her throbbing core. “God, yes. Keep going.”
She reached for him and relished the feel of his hard cock in her hand as she leaned forward, scooting up until she was able to guide him into her. This time it was she who moaned. She squeezed her eyes shut as he entered her with exquisite slowness, and with a gasp she sank down, taking him deeper. The delicious stretch of her body around his cock was downright sinful. She moved her hips, taking more of his thick length into her until her ass was flush to his hips. She sucked in a breath and shivered. She felt full, the stretch of him was good, even if it was almost too much for her. Anton’s hands came to her hips and he squeezed her gently but the man didn’t move. He simply stayed where he was below her. It took another minute before Grace was able to move.
“Oh, Anton,” she sighed, head falling forward. Sex was always good when it was with someone you liked, but what she felt for Anton went so far beyond like it wasn’t funny. Sex with him wasn’t just good then. It was incredible. It was the sort of thing you carried with you for all of your days. She bit her lip, not letting her mind dwell too long on why this all meant so much to her. Why it was so good. She leaned forward, hands on his chest as she rode him, her hips settling into a rhythm. Anton lifted his hips, moving with her, following her pace with steady sureness that had her body trembling in his hands. The only sounds were their gasping breaths and the delicious slap of skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he gasped, thrusting up to meet her hips as her strokes began to speed up in earnest. “Drives me crazy. This is so good…we’re so good…” His hands came up to tangle in her hair as she fell forward, her hands braced on either side of Anton’s shoulders.
“Anton.” It was all she could think to say. His name. But to her it wasn’t simply a name. It was the center of her universe. This man. This moment between them. The pleasure being shared. The closeness and intimacy of it all had her moving faster and faster in a bid to chase her pleasure to its end. “Anton,” she moaned again. She forced her eyes to stay open because he looked at her with such open need that she never wanted to forget it. His eyes were feverish, taking in every detail as she moved above him. That look burned into her, pushing her closer to the edge that she had been approaching, and she cried out as she reached the height of her pleasure.
“I’m going to—Anton!” Her body shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut as she gasped.
He pulled her down, fingers tight in her hair as he crushed her to him, his lips capturing hers in a devouring kiss that swallowed her cries of pleasure. Her fingers dug into his shoulders while he chased his own end, pounding up into her until he came with a barely muffled shout. His arms were like iron around her as he orgasmed. He held her tight to him and she could feel the thunder of his heart against his chest. It pounded out a rhythm against her skin that made it difficult to do anything but stay where she was.
In the aftermath of sex, she had never been one to stick around, and she suspected Anton was of the same inclination. But this closeness, the fierce way he held her to him as they both trembled, made her heart stop. It was achingly sweet. Tender in its rawness. She knew he needed her, that he would not, and could not, let her go. She reached for him as desperately as he did her. Their foreheads pressed together and breath puffing lightly against one another, they slid to the side so that they lay facing each other. He nuzzled her cheek and gave her a half-smile.
“Hey,” he whispered, reaching up to trail a finger along her cheek.
“Hey,” she returned, leaning into his touch. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before his mouth brushed her ear.
“Get some rest, Gracie.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but the soft touch of his hand against her shoulder as he moved to pull the blanket up and around them stilled her. And when he settled behind her, body wrapped around hers, she acquiesced to his request and her eyes drifted closed. For the first time in a very long time, she felt at home, and it was a feeling entirely the doing of the man in her bed.
