Falling With Grace

He dug his fingers into my hair at the nape of my neck, fisting the strands, causing needle-like pricks to explode across my scalp as I slid his zipper down, one metallic tooth at a time.

“Now’s not the time for teasing.” He tipped his head back, the wound on his brow oozing again. “I’m not of the right mind to resist.”

A smile ripped across my lips as the zipper opened, his pants hitting the floor with aclankandclunk,freeing his long, hard erection.

Saliva pooled in my mouth as he kicked his shoes and pants off and then pushed it to the side with his foot.

He moved closer and pulled me towards him, my heart surging into overdrive, the burning nausea transforming into a flutter of butterflies. “You smell like fresh strawberries and mint.”

My breaths grew as rapid as my heart, and a slick sheen of sweat coated my skin. “Is that a good thing?”

His lips brushed against my earlobe. “Depends on when you ask me.” Warm cinnamon breath caressed my throat. “Now that I can have you, yes.” He switched sides and pressed his lips to my neck. “But if it’s when you’re walking around with my mamá, in your tight jeans and shirts, no.” His lips grazed over my cheek, peppering kisses along my jawline. “My mouth waters for you, Grace.”

I sighed and soaked in his warmth enveloping me, my butt inching closer to the edge, my core pressed against his hard length.

“Prove it.”

A growl grew from his throat. “Dios mio,Grace.” Our lips brushed against one another, our breaths a life force we shared. I pressed into him, my eyes closing as we took each other in. “You’re dangerous.”

He deepened this kiss, our teeth clashing. My clothes flew in all directions. Moans oscillated throughout the marbled-encrusted bathroom as he pulled me from the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my thighs hovering below his wound.

“Last chance to walk out of here.” His hands kneaded my ass, his fingers grazing the space between my thighs as he stood beside the bed.

I tightened my arms around his neck and shook my head. “I’m staying.”

His jaw pulsed as he sighed. “Wrong answer.” In one swift motion, he dropped me onto the bed, my bareback touching the soft material, his cock hanging heavy against his leg. He pushed my thighs apart and settled between them, my teeth dimpling my lower lip. “I’ll go slow if that’s what you need.”

I shook my head and pressed against his chest. “I want you. Just…” Sucking in a deep breath, I stared into his chocolate eyes. “Just don’t hurt me,please.”

“I can do that.” He smirked as he tucked his arms beneath my back and rolled to the side, bringing me with him. “Ride me.”

My knees straddled his waist, my nails raking down his chest, creating soft lines. He hissed as I rubbed my wet center against him. “Like this?”

“I could cum just from seeing you above me and feeling you soaked for me.” A low rumble erupted from his chest, his hands planted on my hips. “But don’t play coy.” He thrust his hips upward and pressed me down, grinding hard against my clit. “Wet my cock in your tight pussy, Grace.”

I rolled my lips together, masking a smile as I reached between us, and gripped his cock, my index and thumb spaced apart as I stroked his length.

My heart fluttered, and heat torched my cheeks. Adrenaline spiked in my veins, my body flushing.

Is this what it’s supposed to be like?

Excitement?

Need?

Want?

I swirled his thick bulbous head around my clit, sending electrical currents into my belly, tightening my muscles. I relished his groans of agony and need—a response I coveted for the first time ever.

“Dios mio,Grace.” He pushed up onto his elbows, his hand grabbing the nape of my neck, bringing me towards him, his lips crushing against mine. Our tongues swirled in a chaotic dance as we drank each other in. We broke apart, our gasping breaths filling the heated gaze between us. “We’ll go at your pace, but I’m not sure how long I’ll stay sane if you insist on torturing me.” A crooked, sly smile formed on his lips as he released me and plopped back down onto the bed, my thigh slick withhisblood.

I placed the head of his cock back at my entrance and slid down an inch. “We can’t have that, now can we?”

His hands locked tight onto my hips as I slid down another inch, a lightness in my chest causing a strange euphoria.

This is different—heis different.

I studied his face, my lips pressed tight as I sunk down, his cock stretching me with a slight burn.