He chuckled at her description. “Apple pie, huh?”
Gracie blushed. “It’s true. You taste sweet and spicy and warm. I love your kisses, Wade.”
I love you, he ached to admit. Wade held back the words that were sure to send her running and moved on top of her, his arms on either side of her head, caging her in. “You can have as many as you like. No calories. No guilt.”
She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “My favorite sort of treat.”
Reaching between them, Wade grabbed Gracie’s hand and brought it to his cock. “Feel what you do to me, little Gracie. Feel the way I ache for you, the way I need you.” Her smal , slender fingers, nervous at first, relaxed final y and wrapped around his engorged flesh. She squeezed, as if familiarizing herself with his weight and size. Her talented hand stroked in a slow, torturous rhythm. Wade’s voice was thick and unsteady when he gritted out, “Enough baby. I’l never last.”
She ignored him and stroked once more. Wade took over, pul ing her hand away gently. “Naughty little tease.” Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to the swel of one breast, worshiping her with his mouth. “Satin and cream. And mine.” His tongue darted out and brushed the tip of one, before circling the areola. “Yeah, definitely cream.” Another lick. “Topped with little drops of cherries.” Then he gave in and sucked, long and hard, biting down just enough to make her squirm and moan.
“God, Wade, it feels so good when you do that.”
“You mean this?” And he continued to lick and nibble on the other breast.
“Oh yes, that.” She arched her back as if attempting to get even closer to his voracious mouth. She squirmed under him, agitated, needing something just beyond her reach. When she began caressing the length of his back, her cool fingers sparking off flames everywhere they touched, it was Wade’s turn to moan. The woman turned him inside out. His lips journeyed down her ribs and stomach. His hands clutched her ful , womanly hips, massaging little circles with his thumbs. When he slid down farther, tonguing her bel y button, Gracie spread he
r legs, inviting him in. Wade released one hip and touched the springy curls between her thighs. Holding her gaze, Wade began an erotic discovery with his fingers. He rubbed his thumb across her swol en clitoris, enjoying the way her eyes slowly drifted closed, and her breaths began to come in tiny gasps. Holding himself back this time was easier. The release earlier had taken the edge off; now he was free to explore the beauty beneath him.
“Open your eyes for me, Gracie.”
She complied, and he thrust one finger into her tight cunt. The green of her eyes glazed over. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Wade began moving in and out; feeling her muscles clench around his finger was a sweet kind of torture. She was warm and wet and welcoming. He glided a second finger in and felt her body stretching to accommodate. She began to move against him, her inhibitions a thing of the past now. Wade let his thumb tease the tiny bud of her clit, rubbing back and forth, as he pumped her tight passage with his fingers.
Caught up in the fires of ecstasy, Gracie undulated against his hand, throwing her head from side to side, pleading with him, begging him as her body began that rapturous climb toward completion.
“I need to taste you, baby.” Wade slipped his fingers out of her, then moved down her body, never breaking eye contact. His tongue darted out, and he licked her from clit to ass. Ambrosia.
“So damn tasty.”
Wade pul ed Gracie’s legs over his shoulders and began lapping at her succulent pussy. He ran his tongue over her hard bud and flicked it back and forth. She shamelessly mashed her lower body against his face. Her fingers dug into his scalp. Wade groaned and slipped his tongue into her tight passage, the rhythm akin to what he wanted his dick to do. His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed. Gracie arched off the bed. Wade pinched her nipples and tugged at the little gold adornments. Gracie screamed his name, bursting al around him in a magnificent climax.
Seconds passed before Gracie opened her eyes. At the knowledge that he’d thoroughly pleasured Gracie, a sense of predatory satisfaction took him. He gently placed her legs back down onto the bed. Captivated and more aroused than he’d ever been, Wade positioned his cock at her slick opening and thrust forward, penetrating her in one smooth movement.
“Wade! Oh, God, yes!”
He swal owed her cries with kisses meant to soothe and held himself stil while her body molded around him. His muscles strained, sweat dripped down his back. Angling his head, Wade began trailing little kisses everywhere at once. Touching his lips to her temples. Her eyelids.
The delicate slope of her chin. He moved his hand between their bodies and began stroking her passions to new heights. Surprise registered on her face as she felt herself becoming aroused al over again. His caressing mouth moved lower, to her clavicle, then over the smal indent at her throat. Lingering there, Wade sucked the velvety soft skin into his mouth, bathing her with his tongue. Gracie moaned and twisted beneath him. Her quickened breathing amplified his need a thousand times.
He pul ed his mouth away. “So fucking sweet. You take me to heaven every single time I sink into you, Gracie.”
Wade began a gentle glide, building the fires deep within her body, al owing her to feel his ful ness a measure at a time. Gracie wrapped her arms around his torso, her legs around his waist. He felt her shyly stroke his back, her shaking fingers an indication of her excitement. With her entire body enfolding him in her intoxicating web of sensuality, Wade felt something inside him give way. As if a barricade had been torn down, he emitted a low growl of possession and pushed harder, faster, into her inviting wetness, continual y toying with her swol en clit. She arched upward, pressing her breasts against him as she soared over the precipice once more. Her whimpers fueled his hunger. Damn, he was starved, and she was a fucking buffet.
Wade pumped harder, driving her supple body into the mattress, oblivious to anything but satiating both their needs. Gracie’s nails scored his back; the sharp pain tore at his control.
Anchoring one arm beside her head, Wade smoothed her hair away from her face with the other, then kissed her, letting her feel every ounce of his passion. Gracie tasted of a juicy forbidden fruit, and he wanted to eat her up. In that moment, Wade had an inkling of what Adam had faced in the Garden of Eden.
Gracie reached up and cupped his face between her hands, a soft, dreamy smile on her face. Her gentleness sucked the air right out of his lungs. She was so sexy and wil ing, and Wade wanted to hold the image of her like this in his head forever.
He began pushing inside her heat. Tears sprang to Gracie’s eyes. He paused.
“What is it? Are you sore, little baby?”
She shook her head, eyes closed tight. “I’ve never experienced such pleasure,” Gracie whispered.
Her words made Wade want to howl at the moon. Honesty forced him to admit, “Me neither. Only with you, sweetheart. Only my Fiery Angel could make me feel this damn good.”