I shift carefully, rolling onto my side so I don’t wake her. But she stirs anyway, a soft sound catching in her throat as her body moves closer, instinctive. Seeking heat.
My hand finds her waist. I can't help it. I just want to touch. To make sure she’s really here. My thumb brushes the curve of her hip, the soft indent of her waist.
She sighs, half-asleep, and I feel her shift under the sheets.
I shouldn’t.
But her body curls into mine like it’s already decided.
And then her voice, barely a whisper against my chest. “You’re staring.”
“You’re beautiful,” I say simply. Just the truth.
She lifts her face, cheeks flushed with sleep, eyes still heavy. That sleepy, sweet look that damn near kills me.
“I can feel you thinking,” she murmurs.
I kiss her forehead, just once. “Yeah. Thinking too much.”
She blinks up at me, lashes brushing my skin. “Then stop.”
Her fingers slide down my stomach, slow. Testing.
Heat rolls through me so fast I have to close my eyes.
I shift her gently beneath me, letting the weight of my body settle over hers.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and her breath hitches when I press against her, hard and already aching.
“Grace,” I whisper, forehead against hers. “You sure? Aren’t you sore?”
She nods, eyes wide and sure. “I am, but I want you.”
I search her eyes, looking for any hint of doubt, but there’s none. Just that raw honesty that undoes me.
My cock throbs against her thigh, trapped between us, already leaking pre-cum from the heat of her skin.
“Okay,” I murmur, capturing her lips in a slow kiss.
It’s gentle at first, tongues sliding lazily. But then she arches into me, her nipples hardening against my chest, and the kiss deepens, hungry.
I break away to trail my mouth down her neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point that flutters under my lips. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly, urging me on.
I shift my hips, rubbing the length of my shaft along her folds, feeling how wet she already is despite the soreness she mentioned. She’s slick, ready, her body responding to mine like it was made for this.
“Diesel,” she breathes, her voice a mix of plea and command.
I slide a hand between us, fingers parting her lips to circle her clit softly. She gasps, hips lifting to chase the touch. I keep it light, teasing, watching her face as pleasure flickers across it.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, voice rough.
She shakes her head, eyes locked on mine.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
I nod, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. She’s tight like last night, her pussy still swollen, but she relaxes as I push in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch makes her wince, a small sound escaping, but she pulls me closer, legs tightening around me.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper, holding still once I’m halfway in. Her walls clench around me, hot and velvet soft, pulling me deeper.
