"Did you seriously swallow all of that?"
She gave a proud little nod.
"Jesus. That felt like a huge load."
"It kind of was."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Have I mentioned how ridiculously sexy you are?"
"It came up."
"Well, don't let me stop reminding you."
My eyes rolled over those curves once more, and I felt another surge of desire. I wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot.
"Stand up," I said.
"You don't want a break?"
"What I want is to be inside you. Now. Stand up."
She gave a tiny nod. "Okay." I guided her a couple of steps to the left until she was pressed against the sofa, then I pushed her down so she was bent over the armrest.
"Fucking perfect," I said, spreading her ass cheeks once more. This was the position I'd dreamed of having her in.
She was incredibly turned on. I ran my fingers gently up her entrance, picturing what that slickness was going to feel like around me, the way she was going to sound when I was fucking her. She shifted against me, her breath coming short and sharp as I played with her. I wanted to draw it out further still, but I was hard almost to the point of agony. I had to have her.
I fished a condom from my pants and tore it open.
"You know, I've actually got a birth control implant," Grace said. "And I've never really liked condoms."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I trust you. And I want to feel you that way."
That was music to my ears. The thought of being inside her with nothing between us was impossible to resist. "Well I want to fuck you that way. In that case, you should brace yourself."
"Why?"
"Because I'm about to do this," I replied, and then seizing her hips, I slammed myself inside her. There was no resistance, she was completely ready for me, and we both cried out as my entire length entered her in a single thrust. Her body rocked forward with the force of it, and her hands curled around the sofa cushion.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "Logan, you feel amazing."
"So do you."
She looked incredible like that, ass in the air with my cock entering her. She was impossibly soft, all silk and heat and moisture. I started slow, long strokes that let me feel every part of her. I'd pull my hips back until I had nearly withdrawn, only to ram myself back in all the way to the root. It wasn't enough. I wanted to go deeper, to claim all of her.
Grace writhed beneath me, wordless moans tumbling from her mouth. My hands traversed her body, squeezing and caressing, relishing those incredible curves. Those hips, that ass — my god. I landed a playful smack on one cheek, drawing a sharp little cry of pleasure.
"Again," she said.
And so I did. That cracking sound, the way it marked her, the way her body trembled, it was intensely erotic. Something animal was rising in my chest now, some primal imperative that set my blood burning. Wrapping my fingers around her shoulders, I began fucking her harder, yanking her body toward mine as I thrust inside her, grinding our hips together. Beneath us, the sofa shook under the weight of my assault, but I couldn't care less. I had space for just one thing in that moment.
She was so little, part of me was worried I might hurt her, but she seemed to relish when I lost control like that. Her pussy hugged me like a glove, muscles shifting and tightening as I took her. I could tell by the pitch of her cries that she was close.
Without slowing, I leaned down close so my lips were poised just above her ear and whispered, "I want you to come for me again, Grace. I want to feel you tighten around me as I bring you over the edge."
Those words were all it took. With one final sustained groan, her entire body clenched around me. The sensation was exquisite, and I felt my own orgasm coming on. With almost rabid urgency I plunged myself deeper still, and then the world seemed to burst apart at the seams. My body became possessed, my muscles flexing to the point of pain as I spilled inside her.
*****
There were no tears when we finished. Grace lay against my shoulder, her hand idly stroking my chest.
"Are you okay?" I asked tentatively. I knew she wanted this, but I wouldn't have blamed her for breaking down again.
"I'm not sure."
Not the ideal answer, but I'd be a selfish prick if I expected anything better. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about how happy I was just now, and how guilty that makes me feel. I'm thinking about you, about the fact that I've never felt anything like that before, not with anyone."
The pause that followed said more than words could. It was her asking permission to continue. "It's okay," I said.
Of course I didn't like her thinking about Tom. I'm not a fucking saint. In an ideal world, I'd be her everything. But I'd learned long ago that there's no such thing as an ideal world. There's just this place, capricious and ruthless and cold. It doesn't give a shit what you want, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can go on with the business of surviving. I know I sound grim, but I'm starting to think maybe there's a method to the madness. If it wasn't for Grace's fiancé, for the hurt he'd caused, what we had now wouldn't exist. We were two broken halves making something that vaguely resembled a whole. Well-adjusted Grace and decorated soldier Logan didn't belong together. She'd never get me without the shit she'd been through, and I'd never get her without mine. Pain has a way of stripping you down, burning away your masks until it's just the core that's left. We found each other because of that, and so I couldn't begrudge it, no matter how much I might have wanted to.