“We need to pause,” I said through gritted teeth.
She froze. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’re too fucking good, Grace. I need a second before this is over way too soon.”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh.”
She had no clue what she did to me. And if I were being honest, I didn’t want to think too hard about it either.
“Get on the chair,” I said. “Let me eat you out while I wait.”
She let out a giggle. “Who am I to say no to that?”
We swapped positions and I moved the thong out of the way, licking her cunt like it was my last meal on Earth. I loved eating women out, but she was a whole other story. Usually it took me time to figure out what they liked, to get them to be loud and let me know where they were.
But with Grace, it clicked immediately.
It was like I knew her even though I didn’t. When I tried something, it pushed her closer to the edge. When she was getting tired, I knew.
Her thick thighs wrapped around my head as she ground against me. I matched her movements, ignoring the way she could easily pop me like a watermelon. If I went out, I went out in the best place on Earth.
“Fuck, Dean.” Her voice was so breathy I almost couldn’t understand her. “I’m about to come already.”
That was the best compliment I could ever receive, so I renewed my efforts.
I felt the rush of liquid that told me Grace had come, but I also heard it too. She let out a cry as she tumbled through her orgasm, her entire body arching.
My little break had done nothing to slow me down. Just her sounds were about to take me apart.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” I muttered.
“Are you saying that to me or my pussy?”
“Fucking both at this point.” I was about to go in for more and make her come again, but she pushed me away.
“I need you to fuck me,” she said.
“I need you to let me make you feel good. Many times.”
“Who says I won’t do that on your cock?”
Fuck.She would be the death of me. I knew it. I kissed my way up her, stopping to pull her nipple into my mouth just so I could hear her gasp, and then brought her mouth to mine. Shegot off the chair and flipped us so I was sitting and pressing just inside of her.
I was lost in it all, so that was the only explanation for what I did next.
I kept going.
Grace was as tight and hot as she had been the night before, but this was better. Probably because I knew this would be the last time.
“Yes,” she said, head tilted back. Her cheeks were red and she looked just as wrecked as I felt. This felt like reverence, like a version of heaven I didn’t think I would ever see. Then she tensed just as she had last night.
“Grace, what did I say about breathing?”
“I don’t care,” she said as she shook her head. “There’s no way I can.”
“Yes, you?—”
She leveled her eyes with mine. “Make it hurt, Dean. I want it to.”