Page 46 of Grace


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Shit. I did say that.

I rolled my eyes, totally at myself. “I was talking shit to you.”

“Huhn?”

“That day at the coffee shop. I was angry and embarrassed. You said you didn’t want this anymore and I didn’t have any leverage.”

Jas looked confused. “Nah. You said it with your chest, Witherspoon.”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“So, there had to be some truth to it.”

“Yeah.” I nodded again. “The truth was I came last Saturday.”

“Came where on Saturday?”

“Orgasm.”

His eyes blossomed. “Oh.”

“Yeah. The big O. That rarely happens for me. I haven’t been with a lot of guys, but I do know when you’re sexing outside of a committed relationship, there’s not always time for girls like me who can’t…cum often.”

“So because you came, I can’t fuck?” I was convinced Jas was doubly confused now.

“Because that’s all last weekend was supposed to be. Us…fucking. Having fun.”

“Oh.”

I mocked him, just as he once did me recently. “Oh.”

His eyes circled across my breasts, thinking. “So, is that all this is, too?”

I thought about that. “I hope you’re having fun with me.”

Jas’ face dripped as his gaze traveled up to my face. “You deserve more than ‘fun.’ You deserve the world.” My heart sheared instantly, breath stolen. I searched his face for traces of humor. There was nothing detectable. “Can we see if you can cum again? I wanna see what it looks like.”

“I told you,” my voice was weak. “It hardly ever happens for me. You’ll go before I will.”

“Let’s try.”

I laughed. “Jas, you’re not wearing a condom. You’ll cum before my next breath.”

He grabbed himself at the thick wiry root. “Take me in.”

Such an odd way to phrase it, but how could I resist? I shuffled forward and lifted to position myself to receive his girth. Pushing down on him, Jas was just as I recalled: present and generous. As I worked him in, he examined me, holding me at the hips. Then Jas kissed my neck, loosening my core, lubricating me. When his mouth reached my breast, my palm pushed into the glass wall behind him to anchor myself.

Soon enough, we were all shower falls and heavy breathing as I rode him. His abs contracted and jaw collapsed as he watched me work him. His eyes, they expressed something more than satisfaction. I felt adoration from Jas as he eyed me from the crown of my head to my pussy enclosing him.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. And so warm and soft.” His words were breathless. “…make me weak, Witherspoon.”

It was too much. His words were robustly encouraging. Jas was so cute, manly, and green in so many ways. But he thought something of me, more than any street guy had when I was coming up. In his eyes, I believed, I was appealing. I trusted every word he gave me. Why would Jas have to lie?

Feeling overwhelmed in emotion, I leaned over and took him by the sides of his face again. Leading with my tongue, I stabbed his lips open and kissed Jas with more excitement than I could recall ever having. The pads of my feet began to tingle. Then my groin churned deliciously. The more it stirred, the faster I thrust onto his pulsing dick. When the stir intensified, I broke away from his mouth, needing to breathe. That’s when I knew.

My lips parted and thighs tensed around him as I plunged and plunged. Then my head fell backward and Jas’ mouth was on my nipple, flicking with the tip of his tongue. And then my groin opened like petals on a flower.

“Ooooooooh!” I was opened to him in every way.

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