An Ounce of Hope(83)

"I know." Grace lifted her face toward the ceiling, eyes closed, bottom lip between her teeth as she released his cock and allowed her weight to pull her down onto it. Max groaned, watching himself disappear into her, her body enveloping every inch of him, gripping him so fucking tightly he could barely stand it. Fuck, how long had it been? She sat on him, quiet and breathing steadily, adjusting herself with minute shifts of her hips that shot blazing heat through every inch of Max's body.

"Jesus," he managed through gritted teeth, his eyebrows meeting above his nose as he grimaced. "Are you okay?"

"Mmhm," she hummed in response. "Max, it . . . you feel amazing."

Max clenched his eyes shut, gripping her with one hand and the bedsheets with the other. "Move," he pleaded. "For the love of God, please move."

Max felt her body trembling above him before she slowly moved her hips in a way that lifted her from him. He grunted when he saw the light from the window glint off the wetness Grace's body had left on the condom. She didn't lift too far before she dropped back down, patient and, Max had to admit, insanely hot. Her body embraced his, squeezing him as though it was fucking delighted to have him there. She gasped when he tilted his hips at the same time she sank down, pushing even farther into her.

"That's it," he murmured, his brow breaking out in a sweat with the effort it took not to slam up faster. "You feel so good."

"Yes," she gasped. "God. I'd forgotten, I- Oh, you fill me."

"Fuck, Gracie," Max replied, gritting his teeth at the same time he thrust gently. "Keep going."

Max breathed deeply out his nose as she found her rhythm, rotating her hips, lifting and dropping. She fucked him slowly, but Max couldn't have cared less. Watching her take her pleasure from him was more than enough to have his orgasm gripping his stomach and tightening his thighs. She released his hand and placed her palms on his chest, pushing against him as she increased her speed. Max's grip immediately found her hips. Their eyes met for a split second, his seeking out her permission to hold her that way. She smiled her consent-she was fine, her gaze whispered-and groaned when the slap of their flesh meeting echoed around the room. 

He pressed his head back into the pillow, elongating his neck, closing his eyes, and allowed his body to accept the pleasure Grace was conjuring from him. "Tell me you've thought about this," he grunted.

"Yes," she answered. "So much."

"Tell me," he repeated, arching his back as she dropped onto him again. "How?"

"At the cottage on the tree trunk, at the bar where people can hear us, see us."

"Fuck yes," Max replied, heat flashing through him at the mere thought of people hearing her scream his name.

"In the shower," she continued, moving faster. "In my kitchen on the countertop, on my sofa, against the window so everyone can see what you do to me. In your truck while you drive."

"Goddamn," Max gasped, struck dumb by the words leaving Grace's panting, wet mouth. Her fingernails pinched his stomach, ripping a moan from his chest and sending his hips up quickly.

"More," Grace whimpered. "Please more."

Max complied, pushing harder, digging his heels into the duvet and driving his cock deeper, faster, his knees pressing into her perfect ass, until the bed began to creak and the room grew hot, stifled with their fucking and the sounds that erupted from them with little warning. Max lost himself in Grace's heat, her soaked flesh, her grabby hands, and her calls out for more. He watched her unfurl before him, her timid, quiet exterior crashing around them on the bed, revealing a tigress, a sexual creature incapable of being anything but wild and wanton. She was a fucking vision. She rode him and pulled from him every ounce of exquisite feeling he thought himself able to possess.

His hands moved to her waist as he thrust deeper, eliciting a scream from the depths of Grace's throat.

"Yeah?" he grunted. "Am I hitting it right? Right there, Gracie?"

"Shit," she exclaimed, her head bobbing, her neck unable to hold it up as Max fucked her.

With his eyes fixed on hers, Max drove up. Again. Again. Thrust. Pause. Thrust. Pause.

Christ, she felt so fucking good. She enveloped him like a second skin, snug, perfect, slick, and warm. He pushed farther into her, making her breath catch.

Again. Again.

Feeling his body start to take over, Max gripped Grace's hips tighter. He held on, feeling the muscles in his forearms and shoulders pull and cord with every thrust. She moaned again as her knees squeezed his sides. With a deep moan and a series of strong slaps of his thighs against her ass, Max watched Grace above him, bouncing gloriously.