Tempting Grace (Vaughn)

He lowered his head and licked her from her clit to her dewy lips then in between, lapping up her delicate cream. Her legs started to close around his head, but his hands clutched her, holding her firmly in place. Jackson tasted her tangy flavor on his tongue and knew he’d never sampled anything sweeter. He inhaled her womanly scent, sucked her clit between his teeth and nibbled.

Grace’s hands flew to his head, clutching and grasping handfuls of his hair. The sting, had him releasing her and demanding, “Put your hands back on your tits. Don’t make me spank them.”

Her gaze narrowed on him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He released one of her thighs and delivered a gentle slap to her breast. Grace arched off the bed.

“Fuck!”

Jackson took in her stunned expression. “Did that hurt, pet?” He knew it didn’t. Her breasts were overly sensitive because of the binding. The slap would only stimulate them more.

“N-no, not exactly.”

Jackson slapped her breast two more times, then switched to the other and paid the same attention to it. By the time he was through, Grace was writhing atop the mattress, her fingers clutching the bedspread above her head. Her juices soaked her thighs. He’d never seen a prettier sight.

“You’re the sweetest vision, baby. I could spend months fucking this body.”

When his tongue thrust between her folds this time, Grace lost it completely and pushed against his face, undulating as he tongued her. Pushing her shapely legs wide, he dipped his tongue into her hot opening several more times, luxuriating in the wild sounds coming from her throat. Grace’s hands went to his head, grasping at his scalp and pushing his face against her. This time he let her get away with the little bit of insubordination. Jackson sucked at the tiny bundle of nerves and flicked back and forth, inciting another series of moans from Grace. When he used his teeth to tug on her clit, she flung her head back and came, shouting his name in untamed abandon.

A few more licks and she strained against the unyielding hold his hands had on her soft thighs. He reveled in her unrestrained pas

sion as she seemed to try to hold onto the delirious feelings riding her body.

Jackson kept his tongue and lips against her sopping wet mound while she regained control. As she collapsed, the muscles in her thighs going slack and falling open, her hands dropped back to the mattress. Jackson lifted away and stood beside the bed, staring down at the tempting picture she presented. She appeared nearly asleep already, exhausted from her climax, but when he dipped his finger into her slippery cunt to gain her attention, her gaze flew to his. He pulled it out and brought it to her lips, rubbing her lube against them before he leaned down and kissed it off her. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their bodies were aligned. As her breasts came into contact with his chest, he caught himself and stopped.

“This won’t be a one-nighter, baby,” he vowed.

“Don’t,” she warned. “I’m not promising forever.”

Her refusal to give them a chance at a relationship burned. Jackson pressed his cock against her entrance. “At least give me more than this one night.”

She arched a brow. “Negotiating?”

Jackson slid a finger over the rope binding her breasts. “I think you feel more than a passing attraction toward me, or you never would have let me tie your pretty tits. Admit it, pet.”

Grace bit her lip and wiggled her hips, teasing the head of his cock. “It’s more than a passing attraction. Now stop talking and put that cock where it can do us both some good.”

Jackson moved away and left the bed.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Where are you going?”

He chuckled as he picked up his pants.

Grace rose on one elbow and pointed at him. “I swear, if you leave me again I’ll strangle you in your damned sleep.”

He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and waved it in her direction.

“Oh,” she mumbled and fell back on the bed.

He quickly donned the condom, then placed his knee on the end of the mattress and crawled up her body. Stretched out on top of her, Jackson admitted, “Wild horses couldn’t pull me away from you right now.”

He rose to his knees between her thighs and hooked her legs over his arms. As he pushed his cock just inside her entrance, Grace groaned. It was just the smallest amount, but he watched closely as she chewed at her lower lip. She was so damned tight and small. He wanted to drive into her, slam his hips against hers and fuck her into the damned mattress. But Grace was too soft for that sort of rough sex. He needed to loosen her up or he’d risk hurting her.

“Stop biting that pretty lip, baby.” He let go of her thighs and leaned down to lick at the wound she’d created with her nipping teeth. Slowly, careful of her size, Jackson began rocking his hips back and forth. He controlled his every motion, waiting for her tight opening to accommodate his intimate invasion. It wasn’t easy, not when all his instincts were screaming at him to thrust hard and fast and deep, to fuck her the way he’d always imagined. But for Grace, he would bring nothing but sweet pleasure. For her, he’d push his own desires down. He’d do anything if it meant hearing that sexy sigh of satisfaction coming from her sweet lips again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured. “You feel amazing hugging my cock.”

“You’re…big,” she managed as she gripped his shoulders.