She leans back, looking at the trail of ink that disappears down the front of my pants. I shift, my cock harder from just having her look at me. “Yeah, almost everywhere.”
She nods and reaches for the button of my jeans. “I want to see.”
Fuck, how am I going to survive this?
6
Gracie
He stops me from undoing his pants and instead undoes my bra. He palms both my breasts, stroking his fingers over my hard peaks. I rock against him, feeling his hard cock underneath me. He may have gotten me distracted, but I won’t be swayed this time. I don’t have much time, and if I have to leave, I need this memory to get me through.
I reach between us, cupping his hardness in my hands. Even with the rough material of the jeans between us, I can still feel how big he is. He groans as he stands up and turns, laying me down on the bed. He makes quick work of removing my shoes and pants before discarding his own. By the time he lies down on me, my whole body is trembling at the contact.
Where he’s hard, I’m soft. Where he has hair, I’m smooth, and every soft touch is like a tiny flicker that makes the blood rush to my head. I put my hands on his shoulders, and he’s looking down, hovering over me. He’s trying to read me, and although in most cases I’m an open book, I can’t be tonight. I can’t let him know that I’ll be leaving Whiskey Run at daybreak and won’t be back for three months. Hopefully, for fear of what will happen to him if he doesn’t, I hope he does forget me. But there’s a small part of me that knows he won’t. I know what he means when he said this is special. It is special, and it’s going to kill me leaving him. That’s why I need this one night.
“I need you, Aiden.... please.”
He slides his hand between us, moving his thick fingers through my wet and swollen folds. “You’re soaking wet for me, Gracie.”
I nod. “I know. I’ve thought about you... about this all day.”
He leans down, his hot breath hitting my breast. “You’re all I’ve thought about since yesterday.” He suctions his lips to my nipples, and I arch my back on the bed.
He kisses down my belly, fitting his broad shoulders between my legs. He holds my legs open, and he’s almost salivating as he looks at my most private area. “I have to taste you, baby.”
He doesn’t wait for my response; he moves in, pressing his lips to my core. His tongue swipes through my folds as I clench the cover in my hands. He’s doing more than tasting me. He’s consuming me.
I lose all train of thought as I writhe underneath him. His strokes bring me to the edge and then he slows. Over and over, he torments me until I’m practically begging for him to let me come. I need that freedom that I felt yesterday. I yearn for it.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please let me come.”
He slides up my body and positions his manhood between us. I can feel him there, his hard thickness swaying back and forth over me. “I want you to come on my cock,” he says as he kisses me. I can taste myself on him, but I’m not grossed out or disgusted; if anything, it brings me to a whole other level of desire.
“Yes. I want that too,” I tell him, lifting my hips, trying to urge him on.
His head falls between my breasts, and he sighs before looking up at me. “I don’t want anything between us, Gracie. I want to take you bare. I want to feel your silky, tight channel hugging me.”
His gravely, demanding voice pulls at my lower belly. I feel like I could combust right now. “Yes, I want that too.”
I know we should talk about things like protection, but right now, I don’t even care. I want to feel him, all of him, inside me.
“I’m going to hurt you... but then I’m going to make you feel good.”
His brow is creased, and I can tell it bothers him that he is going to have to cause me pain. But I don’t care. Nothing can hurt as bad as knowing that I’ll never have this again.
“I don’t care. You can do whatever you want to me, Aiden. I want it all. Please.”
He looks at me, no doubt wondering about the desperation in my voice, but I don’t give him time to think about it. I open my legs wider and shift my body so he’s lined up at my entrance. “Please...”
He pushes into me, barely an inch. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby.”
I groan at the intrusion on my body. I feel full already, but I know there’s more, and I want to experience it all. “Please, Aiden. Hurt me, please, get it over with and then make me feel good. I need to feel good,” I plead with him.