his superior physical strength and
unrelenting lust.
Madness .
Whatever
nonsense she had in her head about not being good enough for him was something
they’d have to deal with, but later. Right now, Matt would have been hard
pressed to string a complete sentence together, with her hot little hands on
his body, her breasts cuddled against his chest, and her tongue in his mouth. This
was his chance to prove himself to her, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up.
He
carefully placed his hands on her thighs, lightly stroking her satin skin and
sliding up under her skirt to explore the lace-covered curves of Grace’s ass
instead of holding her captive to move her the way he wanted to against his
throbbing dick. With monumental self-control, he kept his mouth gentle against
hers, tasting and savoring with slow, hot licks, though every muscle in his
body strained with the effort to hold back and not crush her to him, demanding
everything she had to give. Grace tasted incredible, as he’d always known she
would.
She
was rocking harder against him now, widening her thighs to press her sweet
pussy more firmly against the heavy bulge in the denim, burning him alive
through the layers of cloth. The little sound she made in the back of her
throat was nearly his undoing, a hot little moan of disapproval at his light
touch, an insistent plea for more.
“Easy,
sweetheart,” Matt tried not to beg.
Grace
traced a pattern across his chest with sharp little fingernails and a shudder
rippled through him, which she seemed to enjoy. He cringed at the sound of
ripping lace, and as she gasped, Matt pulled his mouth away from hers to stare
at the frilly black scrap tangled around his fingers, erotic evidence that some
of his control had slipped and Grace’s soft flesh was now naked against him.
As if he needed the reminder.
Rather
than voicing outrage, Grace cooed softly and wriggled until he had no choice
but to cup the glorious bare cheeks in his big hands, stroking and
kneading, rougher than he intended to be. Matt caught a flash of her grin as
her lips lowered to taste his throat, and the sensation had his eyes rolling
back.
“We
have to stop,” he managed, shaky.
Matt
was fast losing control of the situation – that much was clear, because he knew
that if he slid his fingers down that enticing crevice to dip into the hot, wet
folds beneath, he was going to forget all of his good intentions and fuck her
like a beast.
“Grace
– ”
“Mmm-hmmm…”
Her
intentions were clear as well, her fingers learning the ridges of muscle,
tracing his waistband with curious fingers, her touch a blessing and a curse.
Grace’s movements were jerkier, her breath coming faster, and her eyes gleamed
as she lowered her head. Matt’s mind went blank at the feeling of her lips,
her tongue, and those sharp little teeth scraping his nipple. The shard of
pleasure/pain that ripped through him as Grace bit delicately into his flesh
pulled a rough groan from deep inside, and for one insane moment he tunneled
the fingers of one hand through her incredible hair to hold her mouth to him,
his cock cradled between her thighs, millimeters from Paradise.
Perfect .
A
whisper of leather and the feel of his belt loosening broke the spell, setting
off alarm bells. Too much, too fast. He’d never hang onto his control if she
kept up this pace. Grace was like flame in his arms, and Matt needed time to
mentally prepare, so that he didn’t just pin her to the nearest available
surface and pound into her until he passed out, with no finesse or care
whatsoever. So that he didn’t hurt her.
What
was she worried about? That they weren’t compatible?
Fuck
that.
Matt’s
mind went blank as Grace slid her hand past his zipper and into his boxers,
wrapping warm fingers around his cock, the pressure sublime as she squeezed.
“You’re
so big,” she murmured, nibbling his abs, “ Everywhere.”
With
monumental force of will, Matt
unrelenting lust.
Madness .
Whatever
nonsense she had in her head about not being good enough for him was something
they’d have to deal with, but later. Right now, Matt would have been hard
pressed to string a complete sentence together, with her hot little hands on
his body, her breasts cuddled against his chest, and her tongue in his mouth. This
was his chance to prove himself to her, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up.
He
carefully placed his hands on her thighs, lightly stroking her satin skin and
sliding up under her skirt to explore the lace-covered curves of Grace’s ass
instead of holding her captive to move her the way he wanted to against his
throbbing dick. With monumental self-control, he kept his mouth gentle against
hers, tasting and savoring with slow, hot licks, though every muscle in his
body strained with the effort to hold back and not crush her to him, demanding
everything she had to give. Grace tasted incredible, as he’d always known she
would.
She
was rocking harder against him now, widening her thighs to press her sweet
pussy more firmly against the heavy bulge in the denim, burning him alive
through the layers of cloth. The little sound she made in the back of her
throat was nearly his undoing, a hot little moan of disapproval at his light
touch, an insistent plea for more.
“Easy,
sweetheart,” Matt tried not to beg.
Grace
traced a pattern across his chest with sharp little fingernails and a shudder
rippled through him, which she seemed to enjoy. He cringed at the sound of
ripping lace, and as she gasped, Matt pulled his mouth away from hers to stare
at the frilly black scrap tangled around his fingers, erotic evidence that some
of his control had slipped and Grace’s soft flesh was now naked against him.
As if he needed the reminder.
Rather
than voicing outrage, Grace cooed softly and wriggled until he had no choice
but to cup the glorious bare cheeks in his big hands, stroking and
kneading, rougher than he intended to be. Matt caught a flash of her grin as
her lips lowered to taste his throat, and the sensation had his eyes rolling
back.
“We
have to stop,” he managed, shaky.
Matt
was fast losing control of the situation – that much was clear, because he knew
that if he slid his fingers down that enticing crevice to dip into the hot, wet
folds beneath, he was going to forget all of his good intentions and fuck her
like a beast.
“Grace
– ”
“Mmm-hmmm…”
Her
intentions were clear as well, her fingers learning the ridges of muscle,
tracing his waistband with curious fingers, her touch a blessing and a curse.
Grace’s movements were jerkier, her breath coming faster, and her eyes gleamed
as she lowered her head. Matt’s mind went blank at the feeling of her lips,
her tongue, and those sharp little teeth scraping his nipple. The shard of
pleasure/pain that ripped through him as Grace bit delicately into his flesh
pulled a rough groan from deep inside, and for one insane moment he tunneled
the fingers of one hand through her incredible hair to hold her mouth to him,
his cock cradled between her thighs, millimeters from Paradise.
Perfect .
A
whisper of leather and the feel of his belt loosening broke the spell, setting
off alarm bells. Too much, too fast. He’d never hang onto his control if she
kept up this pace. Grace was like flame in his arms, and Matt needed time to
mentally prepare, so that he didn’t just pin her to the nearest available
surface and pound into her until he passed out, with no finesse or care
whatsoever. So that he didn’t hurt her.
What
was she worried about? That they weren’t compatible?
Fuck
that.
Matt’s
mind went blank as Grace slid her hand past his zipper and into his boxers,
wrapping warm fingers around his cock, the pressure sublime as she squeezed.
“You’re
so big,” she murmured, nibbling his abs, “ Everywhere.”
With
monumental force of will, Matt
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