This was an aspect of our sexual relationship I hadn’t let her cross. I looked deep into her eyes and the sincerity, want, and small amount of fear I saw there actually calmed me down, enough that I nodded.
“No hands,” I added. I still couldn’t let another woman’s hands touch my cock.
“Okay.”
I let out a breath, watching as she lowered to her knees and waited for me to step out of the rest of my clothing. Leaning forward, her lips parted, and her tongue connected with the tip of my cock. I inhaled sharply and held my breath, waiting for the wave of nausea to pass through me, telling me that I couldn’t go through with this.
It never came.
Mostly because as I stared down and watched Grace take my cock into her mouth, I was able to just watchher.To be present for this experience and this one alone. Memories of the past didn’t come flooding back to mind as they usually did. This was Grace with her mouth around my shaft, no one else.
My hips picked up on Grace’s rhythm and I began moving in and out of her mouth with ease. She kept her hands at her sides, allowing me to control the pace. I reached around and buried my hands into her thick hair—which she’d worn down that night—and began pumping into her mouth more rapidly. She moaned, and I felt myself grow even harder from the sound and the vibrations it sent down my shaft.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” I gritted out through my teeth, feeling my orgasm welling up in my body.
Grace’s watery eyes rose to mine and she nodded.
That was all the inspiration I needed to let loose into the channel of her mouth. I spilled into her as she swallowed. I watched as some of my semen managed to spill out of the corners of her mouth, but Grace didn’t quit. She continued to suck me off until the last drop came from me.
But even when it did, I didn’t feel satisfied. Watching Grace swallow my cock had been a life altering experience but I still wanted more. Less than a minute after my orgasm, I found myself positioning my body on Grace’s bed and bringing her to straddle me, once I covered my length with a condom. I held onto either side of her hips as she slowly lowered onto my rod, both of us letting out loud moans as I filled her. She was way beyond ready for me.
Not for the first time, I regretted the use of the latex material that separated our skin to skin contact. I wanted to know what it felt like to have her muscles stroking my cock without anything between us.
“You feel so g-good,” she panted, her eyes tightly closed, lips parted as her hips rode me.
“Open your eyes, Grace.” I needed to see her, to see the pleasure she derived from this moment. It was the only way I could stay here, with her, and keep the memories at bay.
Slowly her eyes opened, and she peered down at me, her gaze hungry for more. To honor her silent request, I let my hips surge upward, my hands still holding her, as I began riding her from the bottom.
One of her hands went to the bra she still had on, holding it in place, while the other hand went to my abdomen, holding her steady. We stared and watched one another, our moans and the sounds from the bed being the only noises coming from the room. When Grace’s face tightened, I knew she was close.
“Sing for me, baby,” I demanded, wanting to hear the high notes she was about to deliver. And did she.
She tossed her head back, stopped biting her bottom lip, and let out a note only a satisfying orgasm could bring on.
The tightening and milking of her pussy muscles around my cock was enough to deliver my own climax. I tightened my hold on her hips and surged into her one final time before every muscle in my body squeezed and I let out a shout as I came.
I heaved hard as my body tried to regulate its breathing, holding Grace to me until she raised her body and slid off me. I still couldn’t get over how cold I felt every time our bodies separated. Any other time, I couldn’t wait to get away from a woman post coitus, but not so much with Grace.
Reluctantly, I sat up and pushed myself off the bed to head to the bathroom to remove the condom and relieve myself before going back to the room. Grace was waiting for my return, lying on her side, facing me.
I headed to the bed, pushing the blanket and top sheet away from me. Her hand moved to my stomach and I covered it with mine. This was our usual way of sleeping after we’d made love. Silence filled the room.
“Sing to me,” I said as I stared up at the ceiling.
“I already sang once for you tonight.”
A half smile was pulled from me as I turned my head in her direction. “You’ve sung more than once for me tonight, baby.”
Giggling, she tucked her head.
My hands tightened around hers.
As soon as she lifted her head, she began humming. It was preparation for whatever song she was about to begin singing. When she opened her mouth, from the very first word, I felt like she chose this song with me and only me in mind.
I listened carefully to the words of the song, and only flinched inwardly when I heard words like “Lord” and “bless my soul.” I ignored those phrases and chose to focus on the fact that Grace’s voice was filling the room, along with that space at the center of my chest that’d felt empty for so long.
I turned on my side to face her completely as the crescendo of the song built. She cupped my cheek, her thumb going to the indent in my chin, stroking as she sang, looking me directly in the eyes. Only when she sang the final words of the song did I recognize that goosebumps had sprung up all over my arms and chest.
