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“I’m always here for you.”
Our lips meet again as though pulled by force and a need to consume those lush lips I’ve missed every day for six years. For a moment, we devour each other. Slow and deep, we kiss, my tongue claiming her mouth the way that makes her purr. Before getting carried away, I scoop her up and off the floor, carrying her to bed. The one I want in more than I want to sign another gold record producing talent. Part of me wants to be done with everything and never come out of this apartment. That part of me has been ignoring calls and forwarding emails to my second in command at Empire, Mason.
Pulling back her blue comforter, I tuck her in and slide in next to her, loving how she tucks herself into me. Grace’s body molds perfectly to mine, like an extra limb. Her head tucks perfectly under my chin, and her floral scented shampoo fills my nose. Her skin is so soft against mine.
“Remember the night we met?”
Her laugh is cute. “How could I ever forget such a momentous occasion in my life?” Her tone is sarcastic, but it was a moment that started something that changed our lives as we knew it.
“You were wearing super short cut-off shorts and a black tank top. Oh, and red lipstick.” I bite my knuckle, remembering the first time I saw her. We were seventeen, hanging out on the beach at a bonfire, drinking a stale keg, and bitching about school. It was a typical Friday. I was working almost every day at Mom’s record store and was really tired of being a fucking virgin.
Then I saw Grace on the opposite side of a flickering fire. The ocean waves crashed against the shore behind her. A dozen kids, some I knew, some I didn’t, littered the beach with camping chairs and coolers. Someone brought a football, and a few guys were tossing it back and forth. It was a normal night, then boom. My whole life changed forever.
“You were wearing swim trunks and an old Beatles t-shirt.”
“You love that t-shirt,” I say, slightly offended, and squeeze her sides to make her squirm. She laughs, pushing me away.
“I do, but you admitted you smoked pot for the first time the day before and hadn’t showered since. You were very honest.”
We both laugh.
“Yeah, well, you were breathtaking. I was having a hard time forming normal sentences.”
“I remember wanting to know what you smelled like,” she laughed. “I knew I should be grossed out, but you were so hot I wanted to smell you.”
“Wow, that’s some stalker shit, Grace. I had no idea you were like that,” I joke.
She swats at me, and I take the opportunity to grab her wrists. Gentle but purposefully, I move over her and hold her hands to the mattress above her head. The room is almost pitch black, but I make out the shadows of her beautiful face. Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip. She struggles a second.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking the lead. Making you feel good.” I breathe across her lips. I keep hold of her wrists, remembering her desperate cries from before.
“Tell me you want me too, Grace. Tell me you want me to hold you down and make you come for hours. You want my big cock in your pussy, making you quake as I finger fuck that tight ass hole.” My girl loves dirty talk, and I’ve saved up years’ worth.
“Yes. Please.” Glancing down, I watch her sexy as fuck hips gyrate as her sweet pussy rocks against my erection. Suddenly she stops with a gasp. “Oh no! Harmony. We have to lock the door.”
I laugh and jump up to secure the bedroom door and turn on her bathroom light so I can see her better. On my way back to her, I grab her black scarf off her dresser and crawl over her body slowly.
“Do you trust me?” I ask as I remove her shirt and mine.
“Yes.” She replies with zero hesitation tangling my heart in this situation which is dangerous if all this is, is sex to her.
Without another thought, I take her wrists again, my mouth feasting on the flesh of her neck and breasts. After years of longing to have her again, I’m taking my time tonight. When she bucks into my aching cock she pulls on her restrained hands.
“I’ve got you tonight. This body is mine, and I’m going to ring you dry,” I say, biting down gently on her shoulder. Just enough to make her moan and leave light teeth marks on her skin. I want to mark her. Make her mine forever. If only she would let me keep her.
With my free hand, I work her pants down. Only letting go of her wrists long enough to get them over her cast carefully. I kiss her lips, unspoken words locked away as I take her mouth and fuck her with my tongue. My cock strains for her when she starts to beg me for more.
“More. Please, Marcus.”
I give my baby want she wants. My mouth teases down her chest. Tasting each nipple and flicking them to hard peaks. When she’s withering with need, on the brink of coming but not, I move lower, placing gentle kisses along her beautiful stretch marks. A deep hum vibrates through me when I reach her sweet slit and taste her arousal. Her back arches off the bed, and she moans into the pillow. My name is barely audible, but I hear it. I trace up and down with the large pad of my tongue to the very tip, plunging inside her every few strokes. She tastes the same as it did the first time I ever experienced her like this. Tonight feels both new and the beginning of something unfinished, and hope is rising in my reluctant soul.
“Fuck me! Please!”
Crawling back up her body, I take her wrists and wrap them with her scarf. It’s not gentle, but it shouldn’t hurt; then I hold her to the mattress.
“Be a good girl, Grace, and take what I give you.”
