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Grace giggled, the sound a sweet melody to his ears. He wanted to make her laugh, to make her giddy with excitement and then raw with need.

He wanted to draw out every positive emotion from her and then bring her to ecstasy again and again.

Ford sucked on her nipple, his fingers traveling down her belly, only stopping to dip into her navel before continuing their journey downward.

He found that patch of hair that hid her feminine delights and groaned.

She moaned, arching her back, her legs spreading apart, letting him settle between her thighs. Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

He moved up her body, trailing kisses along her skin, then sucked on her neck, his teeth gently scraping against her skin, leaving a mark on her.

His palm pressed against her center, massaging her sweet quim. He could feel her heat, her willingness, her need. She gasped, her hips bucking instinctively, her fingers fisting in his hair.

He grinned against her neck, his fingers dipping inside her, feeling the wetness that coated his fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, finding his rhythm inside her.

Grace moaned, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her hips bucked again, her body yearning for more. She wanted him, and she demonstrated it with her every movement, every breath, and every gentle tug on his hair.

Yet, when he positioned himself at her entrance, his hips pressing into her, his breath coming in short gasps, she pressed a hand to his chest, halting him.

He looked at her with a question in his eyes.

Please, don’t ask me to stop, he was ready to beg. But he wouldn’t. If that’s as far as she was willing to go, he would respect her wishes, even if it killed him.

Instead, she said, “I haven’t taken any… precautions. And I don’t have any with me.”

He raised a brow. What was she talking about? Confusion must have been evident on his face because she reached her hand down his length and stroked his pulsing cock. It jumped in reaction.

“For the consequences,” she clarified.

Ah, she was referring to their earlier conversation, her determination to keep the encounters free of consequences. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry. I will be careful.”

She nodded, a shy smile on her lips.

She trusted him. Unequivocally. And it warmed his heart.

He pressed his cock against her center, his heart drumming in anticipation, then thrust inside her in one swift motion.

Grace cried out, her fingers digging into his back, her body tightening around him, her muscles clutching his cock.

“You are so tight,” he groaned, “my beautiful Goddess. So delicious.”

She whimpered and moved her hips, begging him for more.

“So insatiable,” he whispered and thrust again, their bodies moving as one.

Their breaths mingled with the ragged cries, their bodies slapping together, the only sounds in the room.

Their rhythm was unrelenting, their desire unquenchable. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, her contractions pulling him deeper. Her whimpers turned into gasps, her head thrown back, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Her beauty, passion, and the way her body accepted his mesmerized him. He was lost in the feeling of skin against skin, their sweat mingling, their hearts pounding in unison.

He could feel the end drawing near, the wave of pleasure building within him. He knew they were both on the brink, and he wanted nothing more than to push her over that edge. He wanted her to feel intense pleasure in his arms.

He reached down and pressed his finger against her most sensitive spot, feeling her body tremble in response. She cried out, her muscles clenching around him as he continued to press and circle her swollen nub. She thrashed against him, writhing in bliss.

Ford pulled out of her depths and thrust against her skin once, twice before his seed spilled over her belly.