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“Pretty good, especially since I get to wake up to see your pretty face.”
“I meant about the kidney, silly.” She playfully buried her face into the pillow with a laugh, something I noticed she always did when I complimented her appearance. It was so stinking cute.
“Really, I feel pretty good. Doc said that recovery usually takes two to four weeks, so I think we’re past the hard stuff now.”
It had been almost exactly four weeks since the surgery, and I’d been feeling okay since about week two. Except for the sexual tension that had been building between Grace and me, that is. She had insisted we hold off on anything intimate, until at least four weeks, just to be safe. While I appreciated her worrying about me, waiting that designated amount of time to have my way with her was absolute torture.
We had so much time to make up for, after all.
I wrapped my arms around Grace and pulled her into me. Feeling her petite body against mine felt so good. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair that fell across both of our faces. God, I had missed everything about her. Her body rubbed against mine and with wide eyes, she giggled, “You feeling that good?”
“Mmm, I think I am,” I whispered into her ear. Grace shuddered against me, and a small whimper escaped her lips. I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. “I think I’m up for the task if you are.”
I trailed my lips down the side of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender. She always smelled so sweet and delicious at the same time.
“We have to be quick…” Her voice was breathless. “Ollie is coming home today.”
“Which means this might be the last chance we have of sneaking some alone time in for a while.” I nibbled her flesh gently, bringing out a sigh as she rubbed herself against my erect member. She likely wasn’t even doing it intentionally, it was a reflex, a reaction to my kisses and nibbles, making it even hotter.
Grace wrapped her legs around me, and I went to roll us both over, but she placed a hand on my chest to stop me.
“We’ll just have to be careful. I shouldn’t be on top of you.”
“I know you’ll be gentle with me.”
“Of course, I will, which is why we need to pick a position that won’t hurt you.”
I brushed a strand of hair blocking her beautiful face. “You take such good care of me.”
“Well, someone has to,” she teased, sticking her tongue out playfully.
“I know, I know, but I told you, I’ll be better. I’m in therapy, haven't had a drop of alcohol since before the surgery, and I’m well aware of what I risk losing if I slip back into bad habits.”
“I know, and I’m so proud of you,” she said. She kissed me, just a soft, sweet kiss. I was never one for praise, it didn’t do much for me, except when it came from her mouth. For some reason, her being proud of me meant the world to me.
Taking her face into my hands, I kissed her deeply, her mouth opening to let me in.
She was wearing a tiny tank top and her panties, and for some reason, waking up to her like that was even sexier than seeing her nude.
I slipped the tank top off over her head, her breasts falling free from it and into my hands.
“You’ve always had the most amazing body,” I whispered before taking one of her pink nipples between my lips.
Grace’s body convulsed with pleasure as she moaned and writhed next to me. “Please…” she begged.
“Please what?” I asked, my eyes turned up to watch the pleasure light up her face.
“I need you, Alex.”
“You need me to do what?”
She cocked an eyebrow and smiled.
“I want you to tell me what you want,” I said, my fingers moving down her body, tracing circles around her belly button.
Then I moved lower, rubbing against her panties. She let out a gasp.
“Tell me what you want, Grace.”
