He didn’t stop until her fingers wrapped in his hair and pulled his head away. He looked up at her and was happy to see that she was panting as hard as he was.

Her lips curved into a wicked smile and she petted his head lovingly. “Very good, Lukas, but now it’s my turn.”

His heart pounded and his muscles trembled as he wondered what was next.

“Get on the bed,” she commanded.

When she had him positioned on his back, his hands gripping the headboard, she smiled devilishly. “Do not move, until I say you can.”

Seven

Grace stared down at the naked man on her bed. Emotions that had nothing to do with sex swirled about her head and made it difficult to breath. She couldn’t let herself think…she had to turn off her brain. Don’t think, just feel. Isn’t that what she’d said to Lukas the other night?

She threw her leg over him and straddled his waist. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on the mattress next to him, and licked first one flat male nipple, then the other. She moved her head so that the curtain of her hair brushed against his skin as she went back and forth, manipulating each nipple with her tongue, her teeth, and her lips until they were rock hard and standing stiff like little miniature dicks.

Shifting her weight further back on her heels, she scraped her chest against his belly as she moved lower, nipping at his ribs, tonguing his navel. She stopped when she was between his spread thighs, her breasts surrounding the rigid cock and sandwiching it to his body. He gasped and his hips pressed up.

Grace lifted her head and gazed at his beautiful face. His eyes were watching her every move, but his lips were pursed tight.

“Talk to me, Lukas. I need to hear what you like just as much as you do.”

“Everything. I like it all. Nothing feels bad when you’re touching me.”

“You like this?” she asked and rocked her body forward, his cock stroking firmly between her breasts.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“What about this?” She dipped her head and her tongue flicked the head of his cock when it peaked out from between her breasts as she continued to rock.

His moan echoed through the room, thrilling her. Her tongue darted out every time, swiping at the sensitive tip. Through with teasing him, she pulled back and circled the base of his cock with her finger and thumb. She held the rigid length of him away from his body, and swirled her tongue all over him. She licked up the underside, following the throbbing vein there. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked him like a lollipop. His hips thrust upward, and his sighs turned to whimpers. She waited…she knew it was coming.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Please what, Lukas?” She squeezed her thighs together. She wanted so badly to climb up his body and impale herself on his cock. She wanted to feel him touch her deep inside, feel his warmth spread through her once again. She wanted to feel…alive.

“Please…take me.”

Lovely, lovely, words. She opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could. She sucked gently and stroked up to the tip, then swallowed him again. Her other hand cupped his balls, measuring their weight, their feel.

Suddenly the bed shook and Lukas’ voice reached her loud and clear. “No, Grace. Please!!”

She kept going, sliding her mouth up and down his cock, tasting his flavor and feeling him swell even larger in her mouth. “Grace, please. Take me…inside you…ride me…fuck me…love me!”

An arrow of pure pleasure went straight to her heart. It wasn’t that he was begging, it was what he was begging for, it was what she wanted too. Before she could think twice, she climbed on top of him, aimed his cock at her entrance, and sank down onto him. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting yes as their connection solidified and her world righted itself.

Grace braced her hands on his muscular chest and met his gaze as she began to fuck him. “Touch me,” she pleaded.

His hands immediately grasped her hips. He helped her find the right rhythm, before skimming them over her back, her front, her legs, her breasts. His hands were everywhere, but both of them knew that wasn’t the touch she’d been asking for.

She wanted him to touch her heart, the same way he had that first night. She wanted the magic she’d felt only with him. The warmth that had thawed her heart and filled her soul. And she got it when one hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to him. Their mouths opened, their tongues danced, and their cries of pleasure filled each other.

Eight

The next morning when Lukas opened his eyes and found himself alone in the bed, he wasn’t surprised. Sounds of movement reached his ears from the kitchen, and he wondered just how closed off Grace was going to be. He’d meant to keep things light between them the night before. Just sexual. But it hadn’t worked like that. Something about that woman reached deep down inside him and made it impossible to hide what he was feeling.

Stifling a groan he rolled from the bed, pulled on his jeans, and padded down the hall to the kitchen. When he got there Grace was sitting at the table in her robe, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.

He bent down to kiss her on the cheek. When she didn’t pull away he nuzzled his nose into her hair and breathed deeply. She smelled of musky raw sex. She smelled of them.

He got his coffee and sat down across from her. Silent.

She met his gaze head-on, making his heart pound and his insides quiver. Her eyes were still guarded, but there was something new in them. Something that gave him hope.

“Grace?”

“I’d like to go out for dinner with you tonight.”

To an ordinary person, it wasn’t much. But they both knew what it was…it was the door to her heart creaking open.


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Sassy women and sexy men are what Canadian author SASHA WHITE’s stories are all about. Gifted with a salacious imagination, Sasha enjoys working in several genres, such as contemporary, paranormal, suspense and science fiction. With a voice that is called “distinctive and delicious” by The Romance Studio, Sasha has over a dozen erotic stories published and is going strong. She loves to hear from readers, and can be found on her website’s blog most afternoons.