“Fuck, Gracie.” I press her fingers to my mouth, sucking them and sliding my tongue, catching every last drop of her essence, groaning as the familiar taste fills my mouth. She is staring up at me, her eyes liquid with heat. I release her fingers with a pop, demanding, “Take the bra off.”
Defiance flashes across her face, but then her eyes drop down over my body, leaving a trail of fire like she’s physically touching me. She finally lands on my rigid cock, pre-cum slicking the head as it presses against my stomach.
I nip the sensitive pads of her fingers. “Please, Gracie.”
Her tongue darts out over her lips and then she pulls her hand away from me, arching her back up to unclip the bra and slide it down her arms. She throws it away, lifting a challenging eyebrow at me as if to sayNow what?
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pushing her knees together and toward her body as I yank the fabric down her legs. I ball them up into my fist, pressing them to my face and inhaling deeply.
“Braxton!” Gracie fairly shrieks, her face filling with color.
“I’ve missed this,” I tell her unashamedly. “Nothing smells as good as you.” I drop the panties to the side, crouching down between her legs and pressing my face to her pussy. “Fuck yes.”
Her hand tangles in my hair, tugging at the strands, and I’m not sure if she means to push me in or pull me away, but I take no heed, opening my mouth over her cunt anddevouringher. My head spins, unable to quite believe I have her here, under me, breathy moans leaving her throat as she throws her head back against the bed.
“Brax!”
I hum against her wet flesh, fingers digging into her hips as she thrusts up against my face. I flatten my tongue, dipping down to her entrance and spearing it inside her, the walls of her pussy spasming.
Sparks of pain tingle over my scalp as Gracie yanks on my hair, directing me upward. I let her move me, zeroing in on her clit again as I shift a hand underneath me, pressing my finger into her tight heat. She squeezes the hell out of me, and I press another finger in, her body stretching around me and sucking me in.
“Oh, fuck! Don’t stop.Please, don’t.” Gracie slams a hand down against the bed, fisting the bedspread in her fingers, her body shining with perspiration. Her chest heaves with every breath, and I release her hip, sliding my hand up to her breast, plucking at her tight nipple.
“Come,” I tell her huskily. “Come on my tongue, Gracie. Give it to me.” She feels impossibly wet as I drive my fingers deeper inside her, grazing my teeth against her clit, and then she lets out a sharp cry. Her entire body tenses, her muscles going taut as the orgasm rolls through her, her clit pulsing against my tongue.
I keep suckling her, easing her down slowly, my fingers resting inside her swollen flesh. As her body melts into the bed, I slowly pull back, wiping my face against the back of my wrist, grinning at the state of her.
“I feel like an addict,” I tell her, “and I just got my first hit in months.”
A satisfied smile crosses her face, but her eyes stay closed. “Know a lot about that, do you?”
“I know about you.” I crawl up over her body, my dick jerking as it brushes against her skin. She spreads her legs open to cradle my hips, and like a heat-seeking missile, my dick presses right up against her wet pussy. I groan, unable to stop myself from rutting against her, and she gasps as the crown of my dick brushes against her clit.
“Need you,” I mutter, bending down to press a kiss to her lip. Satisfaction fills me, knowing she can taste herself on my tongue when I press it into her mouth, sliding it against hers.
Gracie’s stormy eyes lock with mine, warm with affection and heat—a look I never thought would be leveled on me again. “Please, Braxton.” She trails her hands over my back and shoulders, and then into my hair. “I need you too. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
I reach down, fisting the base of my cock, but freeze as something occurs to me. “Condom,” I rasp. “I don’t have one.” I never expected that this would happen tonight—never even dared hope—and I haven’t used condoms since well before I ever met Gracie.
She shakes her head, her hair a riot of waves against the bed. “I don’t, either,” she confesses. “But—” She bites her lip, but I press my thumb against it, dragging it free.
“What is it?”
“I’m safe,” she murmurs. “Iwassafe, and?—”
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I tell her quickly. “I trust you, Gracie, and if you’re telling me I’m allowed to take you bare…” I roll my hips, grinding my dick against her, and her mouth goes lax.
“Yes,” she whispers almost inaudibly. “I want to feel you.Allof you.”
I close my eyes as emotions assault me, tightening my chest and stealing my breath. I’m not taking the trust she’sgiving me right now for granted, especially knowing that, for a time, I lost it completely.
“Gracie,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “I love you.” I notch the head of my dick at her entrance and, without giving her any more warning, thrust home.
She whimpers, wrapping herself around me as I freeze, giving her a moment to adjust. Her body is tight and hot around me, her walls clenching down on me like she’s never going to let me go. She moves, shifting until her lips are right by my ear, and then?—
“I love you too.”
Gracie
