An Ounce of Hope(82)
"Fuck," he mumbled into her flesh, while his eyes rolled back into his skull.
As the pulse of her orgasm resonated through his tongue, he lapped up everything she gave. It was fucking glorious. The aroma of her and the feel of her sopping skin was almost enough for Max to lose his damned mind. Grace panted and cursed softly until, unable to take any more, she moved back off his face, now slick with her orgasm, and slid, somewhat awkwardly, to her side of the bed.
Max blew out a long breath, licked his lips, and wiped the back of his hand across his face. Her smell was all around him and he allowed himself a couple of quiet heavy-breathing-filled moments to bask in it. His cock thrummed and jerked, aching for relief, but Max resisted touching, waiting for Grace to say or do something. He looked over to see her face covered in her hair. The parts of her that he could see through it showed a serene smile, which pulled his mouth into one of its own.
"You all right?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, still smiling.
"You coherent?" She shook her head, making Max laugh. "Then my work here is done."
When she neither moved nor spoke, he lifted his upper body from the bed and reached for his clothes and underwear, which were stuffed between the pillows he'd thrown. Once again, he was stopped by Grace's hand on his arm.
"Where you going?" she asked, her voice sexily hoarse from her cries despite her expression, which, once she'd brushed back her hair, Max could only describe as confused and maybe a little hurt.
"Hey, I'm not running out on you." He glanced down at himself. "I was, um, going to clean up, then head home to take care of this." He waved a hand at his twitching crotch. He smiled. "I just thought you'd want to-"
"I want to make you come, Max. I want to try what you said, you know- Can I?"
Well, couldn't he just leap with joy hearing those fucking words?
"But . . ." Max cleared his throat, lying back. "Not that I'm not fucking ecstatic by the mere idea of you being my own personal cowgirl, but are you sure?"
Grace cocked an unimpressed eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Max, you just gave me the first orgasm I've had with another person in the room in a very long time. You've helped me get over the hurdle of years of self-consciousness and fear by"-she looked at his mouth, her eyes dilating further-"doing that amazing thing with your tongue. I mean, how the hell did you do that with the . . . you know, the way you . . ."
Pride rushed through him at the thought of his truly making her feel good and finding her just about the most adorable thing ever.
She gathered herself, taking a deep breath. "Please, Max. I want to repay the favor. Will you let me?"
Max held up his hands. "Okay. Okay," he deadpanned. "I suppose I can manage that." He laughed when she shoved him playfully, before lowering his voice and staring at the space between her legs. "I guess I'll just have to let you ride my cock."
She licked her lips. "Do you have . . . something?"
"In my wallet." Max motioned toward his shorts and watched as Grace leaned over him to grab them. Unable to help himself, Max sat up and, holding her by her thighs, nibbled his way across her ass cheeks.
Grace startled. "What the-?"
"Fuck, your ass is insane," he moaned, licking and biting gently.
"You're insane," she teased lightly, shooing him away and sitting back up. She held the foil packet out to Max and watched as he tore it open. She noticed his pointed look as he held the latex above his cock. "I'm fine," she murmured, her face soft and gorgeous, the determination faltering ever so slightly. "I want to at least try."
Max exhaled. "We stop immediately if you're not happy doing this, you got me?" Her gaze stayed on his hands as he rolled on the condom. "You're in charge. We go as fast or as slow as you want."
She nodded and moved toward him, straddling his thighs, and fingering his balls as if she'd never seen a pair before. Not that Max minded. Christ, if she kept going they'd have no need to go any further. He'd bust a nut right then.
"Gracie," he whispered.
"I love it when you call me that." She glanced up at him through her lashes. "Can you . . . can you help me-"
"Whatever you need," he preempted, holding a hand out, which she took. He squeezed her fingers between his as she lifted and wrapped her other hand around his cock, guiding him to her. Max's chest burned as he held his breath, watching. The tip of him swiped over her gently, pulling a husky moan from them both. Their eyes met and Max's breath shook from him.
"I've got you," he murmured, and lifted his hips ever so slightly, pushing against where he was desperate to be.