“Like that do you?” I asked as I reached for her boobs, feeling the weight of them in my hands.
Grace’s eyes rolled back in her head and a moan slipped out.
I didn’t have time to call her out on it though. She gave up on getting me out of my pants and instead shoved her hand into my boxers, wrapping it around my shaft. Now it was my hips moving without warning.
“Keep that up and I’m not going to last,” I growled, releasing my grip on her and shoving my pants to my feet.
I clumsily shucked them off, almost tripping over my shoes in my hurry to get naked. Grace just grinned up at me and kept working my cock. The only thing that would’ve made this moment any better was if she sank to her knees and wrapped those lips around my dick. But it wasn’t about me, I had to remind myself. It was about Grace. Her birthday, her pleasure.
“Turn over,” I managed to grit out as I clenched my ass cheeks, willing myself not to come. When I blew my load, I was going to be balls deep in that pretty pussy.
With a pout, Grace released her hold on my cock and wriggled down the table, making sure she rubbed her tits across my chest as she stood up.
The moment she was bent over my table, ass out, smirking at me over her shoulder, I slapped her ass earning me a loud scream before I thrust home in one powerful thrust.
“Oh, fuck me,” Grace muttered as I found my rhythm.
“Oh, sweetheart, I plan on it.”
Chapter twenty-one
Grace
Ilay on Cole’s chest listening to the pounding of his heart as he trailed his fingers along my spine. Our legs tangled together and both in our birthday suits.
After he made good on his promise of wishing me a very, very happy birthday we shared a shower where he washed my hair and massaged my shoulders. I didn't know if it was the hot water pounding down on us or the feel of his fingers tangled in my hair, but I’d never felt so treasured in my life. Then, wrapped in a towel, he’d carried me into the bedroom and laid me down, sliding in behind me, spooning me. It was the perfect way to celebrate a birthday.
“We need to finish the chicken coop,” Cole told me, and I burrowed even closer.
“Five more minutes,” I murmured with my eyes closed.
He’d fucked all the energy from my body. I was about as useful right now as a limp noodle. Every muscle in my body was completely relaxed. Even my mind, which normally whirled at a million miles per hour, seemed to have slowed. I wanted to savor the moment as long as we could.
“You drive a hard bargain, woman,” Cole teased, placing a kiss against my temple and tightening his grip.
“I wish we could just stay like this and pretend the world didn’t exist,” I mumbled barely coherently.
I was thinking out loud and not really making sense. I knew that, but Cole didn’t dismiss my ramblings. Instead, he took it in stride and seemed to play along.
“Who says we can’t?”
It was like the universe heard me. I’d just closed my eyes and snuggled against Cole’s chest when the ringing of my phone interrupted us.
“Ugh. Let it ring,” I grumbled, not wanting to move.
“It could be important,” Cole reminded me.
“It’s not. Nothing’s important right now,” I assured him as the annoying shrill died. “See? All better.”
Cole kissed my forehead, and I was beginning to think they were my favorite. There was just something sweet and tender about his kisses that I couldn’t resist.
Then the phone rang again. This time though, it wasn’t mine.
“I should get that,” Cole told me responsibly.
“Stay,” I whined, tightening my grip.
I wanted the outside world to stay exactly where it was. Outside.
