Gracie shifted, dropping down on my lap.
A deep, long moan escaped her as the center of her pressed against my hard length.
My hands shifted down, sinking into her ass, dragging her against me again. And again.
It wasn’t long before she didn’t need any help.
She rocked, rolled, ground down.
The kiss got needy and reckless.
Her teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a growl out of me.
My hands drifted up under her shirt, desperate for her bare skin against my palms.
And the way she shivered had every muscle in my body tightening.
Her movements got faster, more desperate.
Then her lips broke from mine, her head falling back with a throaty moan.
My hands went down to her ass again, dragging her down more firmly against me.
“Take what you need,” I said, my lips going to her neck, my tongue tracing up her throat.
A little whimper escaped her, but she ground down and rocked harder, faster, driving herself up until her muscles were tensing, until her body was shaking.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my lips by her ear. “Come for me.”
Then she was.
Her body shuddered.
I grabbed the back of her neck, pressing her mouth to my neck to muffle her cries, not sure how far sound carried from the glass room. It never occurred to me to care before.
She clung to me after, little aftershocks racking her body.
And fuck if I didn’t go ahead and wrap my arms around her, keep her close.
Then, once she was calm again, I leaned back, shifting my legs open so her ass fell between them, hopefully making her less aware that my own desire was still painfully evident.
Her legs draped over my thigh; her side rested against my chest.
Neither of us said anything.
We just sat like that.
And, little by little, I felt her body going lax, her breathing going slow and deep.
Glancing down, I saw her eyes closed, her face all soft and sweet in sleep.
What did I do?
I held her.
For an hour.
Then two.
