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GRACE
Last Monday, my life made sense. Everything was going great. And now, the father of my child is on his knees between my legs for the first time in six years. We’ve come so close to crossing this line before, I don’t try to fight it, no, I beg for it.
“Please, Marcus.”
His dark eyes meet mine as he relentlessly flicks his tongue against my clit. His wide tongue alternating laps. My God, was it always this good? Yes, it was. I’d never forget. His talent is both a blessing and a curse because I’ve never been able to be with anyone else.
“Oh yes!”
I’m being loud, and I really should bite onto something because he’s already got me on edge. My hips buck into his sinful mouth as I hold him by the back of his head, taking what I want like he’s always told me to do. Pulling him harder against me, I grind shamelessly, empowered. I feel adored and worshiped in his hands, which no one else has ever made me feel. I’ve missed that.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Thank. You. So. Much.” My words are a cry as I lose control. My mind finally stops racing and shuts off, letting my other senses take over. Every nerve ending in my body is vibrating, my sole focus being only on the man bringing me this euphoria. His moan vibrates from his tongue that plunges into my sensitive center, the sensation making me scream out. In waves, I come apart above him. My legs shake at his shoulders, but he doesn’t let up at my release. He gently cups his palm over my mouth because I cry out, overwhelmed with my orgasm. I fall into his arms as he stands. My muscles are going limp from the intense climax.
He picks me up effortlessly and carries me out of the shower. Using his elbow, he turns the faucet off, making me smile, still feeling the delirious afterglow of ecstasy. We’re back in my bed within seconds, and he grabs a gold square from his wallet and rushes back to me. He hovers over my body, careful of my leg. We’re both dripping wet, soaking the blankets. I tug and pull down his soaked boxers, and he kicks them off. His muscular arms tremble on each side of my face until he slowly lays his warm skin against mine. His long, thick length lays across my pelvis sheathed, just far enough away to long for it. Everything feels so good I moan shamelessly. Over the last six years, we’ve touched very little, and that’s been intentional on my part because I love how he feels. Far too much.
It's dangerous…and addictive. It’s been approximately three months, one week, and six, no, eight days. The memory of him kissing me at Empire Eats fills my head. It’s the real reason I didn’t have an answer for Dr. McDreamy, as the female population of Scripps Memorial called Jake when he asked me to dinner. Maybe if I had left with him, I wouldn’t have fallen asleep at the wheel, broken my leg, and scared my ex so bad he’s acting like a doting spouse instead of an estranged co-parent.
I’m doing it again, thinking of everything instead of feeling. Damn it.
“Take me, Marcus, make me forget everything but you.”
With a growl against my neck, he does what I ask, rearing back his hips and sliding his thick cock inside me inch by inch. I’m breathless as he stretches me.
“Fuck I’m not going to last. You’re so tight, baby, and it’s been so damn long.”
It’s been six years, seven months, and six days. Or forty-eight hours since I thought about him this way. I know this is a mistake somewhere in the back of my mind. I’m being weak and selfish and shouldn’t use him this way when I know we can’t make it work…but my body isn’t listening.
“Oh my god, yes.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Don’t make me decide. Show me what I want, Marcus.”
Taking my direction, Marcus grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, and without hesitation, he thrusts his hard hips. Again and again, he pounds into me with slow forceful pumps, his huge cock filling me completely. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, but it’s all too much. God, I miss this. The physical high rushes through my limbs as he fucks me so hard I can’t think. I don’t worry or stress or blame myself. I just let him take me away.
His firm grip is relentless, but instead of fighting against him, I use it for leverage, thrusting my hips up into each of his vigorous thrusts.
He moans my name as I beg him for more. Soon his thumb is over my clit massaging me into another blissful orgasm, and when I let go, I let myself shatter under him. Releasing all my pent-up emotions. Fear, anger, and resentment are gone, released into the universe with the quaking of my walls.
Marcus is stiff as he empties inside me, face flushed with his own orgasm. The blissful high, almost too good to be true. He releases my wrists as he relaxes. I smell my chamomile body wash on his skin as he hovers over me. My mouth is greedy as he kisses me. We’ll have to return to reality in a few more minutes, but for now, he’s mine.
The minute doesn’t last long. Harmony yells from downstairs, making us jump. We laugh, and he stumbles to get dressed, helping me into my clothing. I notice the beautiful tattoo on his arm with hearts and music notes. “I like your tattoo.”
His smile is shy, almost bashful.
One of the hearts says Harmony and the other Grace and the hearts look to belong to the bears that cover his arm.
We don’t talk about it, but I love it. Part of me wants to think he’s never stopped loving me, but that thought is too scary to dwell on right now. Then I reluctantly allow Marcus to carry me downstairs.
“Will you read me a story, Mama?”
“Sure honey.” I point to her bedroom, still in his arms. “To the princess’s room, good sir.”
We laugh all the way to her big king-size bed, running the whole way, me bouncing along then abruptly falling onto the fluffy pink comforter. Marcus is careful of my leg, which I greatly appreciate because the pain is returning. I probably shouldn’t have asked for it so hard, but I’m so glad he didn’t treat me differently. I needed it rough and restrained. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed even when I didn’t, then gave it to me. I’ve never forgotten how good he feels, but now it seems better somehow. Maybe because he held me down and took control, let me free my mind completely and just feel.
“How about Goldilocks and the Three little bears.”
“What?” I ask, shaking myself out of memory lane.
