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Authors: C. P. Foster
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she’d missed because of Grace’s ignorance. Obviously, there were things he didn’t want her to know, and he was right. If Grace did learn everything, she would be horrified. Best to steer this session away from such dangerous waters.
“Besides,” she said, giggling, “if you really did try to tell me everything, I’d probably die of old age before you got halfway through.”
Steffen smiled faintly. Grace put a hand on the floor beside his head to prop herself up and leaned forward enough that her hair grazed his cheek.
“You look sad,” she said, softer now. “And so far away. Where have you gone?”
Reluctantly, he turned his face toward her. She bent lower to place a gentle kiss on his lips before whispering, “Come back to me.”
When she kissed him again, he responded and put his arms around her, but a part of him remained distant. Grace settled onto his chest, and he lay there, passive, answering the way her mouth moved but doing nothing more.
It felt strange to take the lead. She was used to him sweeping her into the vortex of his desires as he’d done earlier that night and every other night they had spent together. Now that his passion was not making her head spin, she found her own was quieter, more patient. Grace nuzzled her cheek against his, brushed her lips along the edge of his ear, and kissed her way back to his mouth, coaxing him with intimacy rather than urgency. His arms tightened to hold her more securely against him, and he made a small sound of pleasure that encouraged her to go on. As arousal spread through her, she opened his mouth with her tongue.
He raised his head when she sat up, and disappointment flickered over his face before he saw her untying the belt of her bathrobe. His gaze moved to her breasts as the robe fell away, and his hands followed, making her gasp and arch into them. Reaching down the length of his body, she found he had already begun to swell, and he groaned at the feel of her fingers closing around him. His hips lifted as she stroked him into a full erection.
The feel of him filling her hand wasn’t enough. She turned, and he murmured a protest when her breasts moved out of reach, but the protest died as soon as her breath fanned over his thighs. She closed her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently. She took her time, working her way down by increments until she had all of him, and when he nudged his fingers between her legs, he found her wet. It felt so good to slide her mouth up and down his shaft that she almost took him over the edge before realizing how close he was. She forced herself to draw back. She wanted him somewhere else when he came.
He didn’t complain this time, just watched as she rose to straddle him. Delicately, she drew his foreskin down to bare the sensitive head, and lowered herself until she could trace it all around the slick folds of her sex. He was trembling when at last she sank to take him deep inside.
“Sit up,” she urged. “You’re too far away.”
Steffen’s stomach muscles flexed, lifting him high enough that he could plant his hands on the floor and use his arms to keep himself upright. He was still angled back a few degrees, so she closed the distance, wrapped her arms around him, and rested the side of her face on his chest. A low growl vibrated there.
Was this how he felt when he took her? Pleasing himself on her body and giving pleasure in turn? Her movements were self-conscious at first, but soon she lost herself in the sensations and rode him hard, digging her fingernails into his back.
“I’m not going to last,” he whispered.
It brought a fierce smile to her lips. Grace changed the rhythm to a slow, circular roll that made her deliciously aware of the hard length of him filling her. She tensed from head to toe, forgetting to breathe as the pleasure built. Inner muscles tightened.
“God!” he cried out through gritted teeth.
It hit her all at once, so hard she screamed and jerked against
“Besides,” she said, giggling, “if you really did try to tell me everything, I’d probably die of old age before you got halfway through.”
Steffen smiled faintly. Grace put a hand on the floor beside his head to prop herself up and leaned forward enough that her hair grazed his cheek.
“You look sad,” she said, softer now. “And so far away. Where have you gone?”
Reluctantly, he turned his face toward her. She bent lower to place a gentle kiss on his lips before whispering, “Come back to me.”
When she kissed him again, he responded and put his arms around her, but a part of him remained distant. Grace settled onto his chest, and he lay there, passive, answering the way her mouth moved but doing nothing more.
It felt strange to take the lead. She was used to him sweeping her into the vortex of his desires as he’d done earlier that night and every other night they had spent together. Now that his passion was not making her head spin, she found her own was quieter, more patient. Grace nuzzled her cheek against his, brushed her lips along the edge of his ear, and kissed her way back to his mouth, coaxing him with intimacy rather than urgency. His arms tightened to hold her more securely against him, and he made a small sound of pleasure that encouraged her to go on. As arousal spread through her, she opened his mouth with her tongue.
He raised his head when she sat up, and disappointment flickered over his face before he saw her untying the belt of her bathrobe. His gaze moved to her breasts as the robe fell away, and his hands followed, making her gasp and arch into them. Reaching down the length of his body, she found he had already begun to swell, and he groaned at the feel of her fingers closing around him. His hips lifted as she stroked him into a full erection.
The feel of him filling her hand wasn’t enough. She turned, and he murmured a protest when her breasts moved out of reach, but the protest died as soon as her breath fanned over his thighs. She closed her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently. She took her time, working her way down by increments until she had all of him, and when he nudged his fingers between her legs, he found her wet. It felt so good to slide her mouth up and down his shaft that she almost took him over the edge before realizing how close he was. She forced herself to draw back. She wanted him somewhere else when he came.
He didn’t complain this time, just watched as she rose to straddle him. Delicately, she drew his foreskin down to bare the sensitive head, and lowered herself until she could trace it all around the slick folds of her sex. He was trembling when at last she sank to take him deep inside.
“Sit up,” she urged. “You’re too far away.”
Steffen’s stomach muscles flexed, lifting him high enough that he could plant his hands on the floor and use his arms to keep himself upright. He was still angled back a few degrees, so she closed the distance, wrapped her arms around him, and rested the side of her face on his chest. A low growl vibrated there.
Was this how he felt when he took her? Pleasing himself on her body and giving pleasure in turn? Her movements were self-conscious at first, but soon she lost herself in the sensations and rode him hard, digging her fingernails into his back.
“I’m not going to last,” he whispered.
It brought a fierce smile to her lips. Grace changed the rhythm to a slow, circular roll that made her deliciously aware of the hard length of him filling her. She tensed from head to toe, forgetting to breathe as the pleasure built. Inner muscles tightened.
“God!” he cried out through gritted teeth.
It hit her all at once, so hard she screamed and jerked against
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