Grace for Drowning

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this properly," I said, toying with the straps of her dress. "To take my time exploring every inch of you." With two flicks of my wrist, it slipped down to her stomach, revealing those spectacular tits. I took one in each hand, squeezing gently, savoring the softness of them, the weight. Fucking incredible. She let out a sharp little moan as my lips found one nipple.

"I love how sensitive you are," I said.

"Well, I love the way you touch me," she replied, eyes closed, voice breathy.

My hands slipped around to her back, pulling her closer as I continued to play, teasing her areolas with my tongue before engulfing the whole thing with my mouth. Her skin was so smooth, so intoxicating. I kissed my way around her chest in a slow circle, relishing the sight of her gradually coming apart. The way her body rocked back and forward atop mine was driving me insane. I was harder than I could ever remember being, so hard I thought I was going to burst at any moment.

Her hands were doing some exploring of their own, dancing across my shoulders and knotting through my hair.

"I want to see you," she said, and with a gentle tug, she had my shirt over my head and was stroking my back. Her hands were so small, so delicate, and they felt wonderful against my skin. I'd let her play as much as she wanted, but not until I'd played first.

I dropped my fingers lower, snaking up and under her dress to cup her ass. Something tightened inside me as I encountered bared skin.

"No underwear at all?" I asked.

Her lips curled into a sly smile. "Nope."

"Fucking hell," I replied. "You are so insanely sexy."

Her ass was deliciously firm in my hands. I squeezed, parting her cheeks, slipping just low enough to feel how wet she was without actually brushing her pussy. She let out a little whimper, shifting positions, trying to force that contact, but I held firm. I was going to enjoy her. Slowly.

"Get rid of that dress and get on all fours. I want to look at you."

She did as I asked without any hesitation. That instant compliance was so fucking hot. The sight of her bent over in front of me took my breath away. She was perfect. Pronounced hips, that gorgeous little bubble butt, but slim in the waist and legs. And there she was presenting herself for me, mine to do with as I pleased. It took all of my control not to plunge myself into her then and there.

Instead I reached out to give her ass another squeeze, then pulled my hand back and landed a sharp little spank on her left cheek.

She let out a cry of surprise, but it was tinged with excitement rather than indignation. Interesting.

"You like that?"

She hesitated, then gave a small nod.

"No. I want you to say it."

She turned to stare, a hint of incredulity on her face, but my expression told her I was serious. "Yes, Logan, I like it when you spank me."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" I replied, giving her another quick smack. Both her cheeks had hand prints on them now, little pink brands staining pale flesh. Christ, there were so many things I wanted to do to her, I barely knew where to begin.

I reached out and stroked her upper thigh, parting her lips ever so slightly. There's nothing sexier than seeing a woman's pussy squeezed together in that position. Her skin there was flushed a deep pink and slick with moisture. "You're so fucking wet for me, and we've barely started." With purposeful slowness, I drew a finger along that hot little opening.

She moaned. "Oh Jesus."

She felt impossibly soft, and my skin came away glistening.

"Goddamn," I said. I'd been meaning to make her wait, but I couldn't help myself. I had to know what she felt like inside. There was no resistance as my finger slipped past her folds. Her walls parted, welcoming me, her hips grinding backward, forcing me deeper. A second finger joined the first and I shifted angles, curling my grip into an "okay" symbol so my thumb found her clit while my fingers stroked her g-spot. She let out another cry.

I played with her like that for half a minute, relishing that slickness and heat and the sensual little sounds that spilled from her mouth, but soon I'd had all I could take.

"Hop onto your back and spread your legs," I said.

"Please, don't stop," she whimpered. The tightness in her muscles and the desperation in her voice told me she was close.

"Hop onto your back," I repeated. "I'm going to take care of you, but I'm doing it with my tongue. I need to taste that hot little pussy. Now."

That got her attention. She spun, gaz

ing at me with desire burning in her eyes. God, I wanted to watch her come so fucking badly.