Unsure of her next move, she trailed a finger up and down his length. She wondered if all men were endowed in this manner. Long as he was thick. With a pink-reddish curved head that seeped musty moisture.
“Ye dinnaae have tae…” he groaned, attempting to drag her up.
Grace shook off his hands, “Let me pleasure ye,” she muttered, coloring furiously as she did. She was embarrassed to even consider doing that, but passion had long ago taken control of her body. She licked around the head, holding the root in her fist.
“Gods, that feels good.”
Duncan’s hands were fisted on the sheets. Sweat was running down his head with the effort of holding back. Grace was tentative, so afraid of hurting him. She’d heard this was the most sensitive part of their bodies. She was taught only to go for it when there was no other way out with her male opponent.
Forming a circle with her mouth, Grace took him in. Her tongue skimmed over the top, sliding around the warmth of her mouth. Duncan’s grunts intensified. He wouldn’t move. Frozen as though he would lose control if he did. Urged by his response, Grace took in more of him. And more. And some more, but it was too much and she gagged, tears clogging her vision.
“Stop, stop.” Duncan said in an unusual nasal voice. Grace shook her head. Having learned her limit, she tried again, her teeth grazing him. However, he shut up like she’d actually bit him.Grace stopped her teeth from touching him, wetting her mouth with her saliva. She went up and down on him.
Not long later, his fingers wove into her hair. He controlled her pace, careful not to hurt her.
“Damn… Jo, that…” he groaned.
Her mouth made slopping sounds on him, the pace heightening with the sounds he made. Grace couldn’t take even half of him in her mouth, so she would occasionally move the hand blocking her from gagging.
“I have to be inside ye now.”
Before Grace could gather her thoughts, she was flipped back on the bed. He climbed above her and placed his erection on her entrance. He tried to push in at once and encountered resistance while Grace bit back a cry of pain.
He snapped his head back, shock flooding his features. “Damn it, I cannae-”
Grace said, “I want this.” She opened her legs wider to accommodate him. There was no one else with whom she’d rather do this.
Hesitant, he paused, then leaned over and kissed her. Grace’s eyes fluttered shut, focusing all her attention in that kiss. Shefelt him drag his erection around her length. Pleasure and trepidation made Grace stiffen.
“Dinnae be scared,” he muttered on her lips. “I willnae hurt ye.”
The muscles on his back taut as strings, he eased in, just an inch but Grace’s body reacted. Stiffening her jaw, Grace urged him in with all her might, jerking her hips to meet him.
“Aaah!” she cried.
He was fully embedded in her, filling her.
Immediately, he tried to back out of her, fear lacing his features that he’d hurt her. Grace pressed him down. She deepened their kiss, bucking her waist to get him moving.
“So good,” he strained, shifted back then thrust in fully. The excruciating pain lessened when he hit a knotted part inside her. With each thrust, something loosened and desire plundered her senses.
Duncan searched and found her hands, then he intertwined their fingers. After she had adjusted to his size, Grace dug her feet into the sheets and raised her waist, matching his thrusts. He propped himself up, gently cradling her face.
Grace’s shame was long gone, and she leaned into his touch. “Are ye hurtin’?”
Grace shook her head, “actually, ye’re too slow.”
A glint appeared in his eyes. He maneuvered her around, still inside her. Grace’s waist was supported by a pillow while he plowed her from behind. Heat poured into her, from both sides of her hips where she was held, smacking sounds filled the chamber from where they were joined.
Grace cried into the pillow, mumbling gibberish. At some point, she started pleading for what she didn’t even know. When it seemed she would lose her senses, Duncan felt under her. Grace arched her back, giving him space to do as he wished. He teased her, pleasuring her with his finger.
Grace climaxed once again, collapsing on the bed as she did. He lowered himself, but not completely covering her. Grace turned her face and puckered her lips. She was kissed in that position, while he started to move slowly again.
“I dinnae want this tae end,” he rasped.
“Then we’ll dae it again.”
The words spurred him and Grace felt him balloon in her. Soon, his thrusting became uneven, erratic. He couldn’t continue kissing her. He placed his hands on either side of her and worked faster and faster.
