Oak
My fingers play with the ends of her hair as her head is resting on my chest. Even after a passionate round of intense sex I can’t keep my hands off of her.
Her fingers absently trace the outline of my tattoos. And the sudden thought of having her name tattooed over my heart is overwhelming. She already holds my heart in her precious hands, having her name there will only make it more permanent.
“How were things with Crow?” She softly asks. After Snake and I had finished with Crow I took a long ride on my bike with Snake following behind. I had to situate things in my head, and riding always helps to clear it.
And on that long ride I began to forgive myself for all the sins I’ve committed.
Twirling a lock around my finger I then release a deep breath. “They’re going to bring me in.”
She becomes fully alert then, propping herself up on my chest and her eyes wide with concern. “Are they going to charge you?” I can hear the fright in her voice, the waver that then has her worrying on her bottom lip.
With my thumb I release her teeth from her lip. Then I brush the back of my knuckles against her cheek, hoping to soothe her with my touch. “I don’t want to worry you.”
Heat flares in her eyes as her jaw sets. “How many times do I have to tell you your fight is also mine?” She then moves positions to where she’s straddling me. Her slick pussy is right against my cock and despite the situation I’m becoming hard. Her hands find purchase on my chest, her nails digging in my skin. And that little bite of pain has my cock twitching. “I don’t care how worrying it is or how painful, you’re going to tell me everything with not one detail left behind.”
Her adamant tone is also a fucking turn on. I’ve always loved how Grace is not afraid to call me out on my shit. And her sassy mouth is the sexiest thing about her.
My hands grip her hips and as I shift her up and down my cock the sweetest sounds of pleasure escape her.
She halts my movements, planting her hands firmly over top of my mine and stopping her hips. “You can’t distract me with sex.”
I raise a brow cockily. “You want to test that theory, baby?” I thrust upwards and the tip of my cock presses inside her cunt. Her fingernails dig in my forearms, and I hiss from the pain yet also get harder.
“As much as I love your cock and what you can do with it,” she then moves her hips, teasing me in a torturous way. My own teasing backfiring on me. “I want the truth first.”
God, I fucking love it when she uses her mouth and takes charge.
“The truth?”
She moves her hips again, sliding down the tiniest bit on my cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I try to keep composure, but I’m close to losing it.
Taking my hand, she slides it up her body until I’m cupping her tit. “Use your mouth, Oak.” There’s a seductive grin upon her face and wickedness in her blue eyes. It’s a heady combination.
But if Grace wants to tease me then two of us can play that game.
“Poor choice of words, baby.”
Her brows furrow in confusion. Lifting my upper body, I take her nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue. Her hands shoot out and tangle in the ends of my hair.
“Oak, stop.” Her words are of weak protest and her hands pushing the back of my head closer to her suggests otherwise.
Grinning, I bite down on the hardened peak before soothing it with the flat of my tongue. Her hips grind down and I can’t help but look between us. The sight of her taking my cock is nothing but pure eroticism.
Pinching her chin between my fingers I force her head downwards. “Look at you taking my cock like the good girl that you are, Grace.” My voice is husky, oozing sex. Her eyes widen and darken with lust. The tip of her tongue comes out to swipe along her bottom lip as she takes more of me. “Do you see how perfect we fit each other?”
Biting her lip she nods her head. She slides down the rest of the way, until I’m balls deep inside her.
Releasing her lip from her teeth I nip her bottom lip before saying against her mouth, “I don’t want you ever denying your voice from me.”
“Oak, please.” She has no idea what she’s begging for, but I love hearing that pretty word pour from her luscious lips.
My hand travels down her body until my finger finds her engorged sensitive clit. Her eyes automatically close with bliss as my finger begins to circle her clit.
My lips trail from the corner of her mouth down to her jaw and then to the shell of her ear. All the while my finger lazily circles her clit as she finds the perfect rhythm riding me.
Grace is always beautiful, the most gorgeous person I know inside and out but seeing her like this, raw, vulnerable, filled with passion and love spoken with every movement, every touch and look? I don’t think she can be any more beautiful than in this moment. Where it’s just the two of us and nothing between us. Where everything is bared to one another. Our souls entwining and our hearts beating as one.
