Chapter Fifteen

She led him to the bed, stopping along the way to snatch kisses. In return, he stole quick, intimate touches – to her breast, her face, the small of her back. Each one sent delicious shivers of expectation through her.

They undressed each other slowly, carefully. Grant kissed every inch of skin she exposed. She traced each golden inch of him with her fingers. She wanted to touch all of him; know all of him. Arousal swirled in her stomach and her nipples were hard and begging for his mouth. He obliged, lavishing attention on one and then the other, then replacing his mouth with his hands. His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her, grazing her lips with his teeth, lapping at the seam of her lips and coaxing her to open her mouth to him. He slid his tongue against hers and she moaned into his mouth, twining her arms around his neck and pulling him with her as she sank down onto the mattress.

She pushed gently at his chest until he lay down, then kissed her way down his body, sucking and nibbling his nipples, licking a damp trail down the center of his chest and belly. He fisted his hands at his sides, and she could feel the tension thrumming through his body. His penis was thickly erect and glistening with precum at the tip, and she took the head into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop, making Grant groan. He let his hand drift to the back of her head and threaded his fingers into the silky strands of her hair.

Celeste slid her lips down the length of his cock, slowly taking him in, inch by inch, until the head of his cock was nudging the back of her throat. He groaned, struggling to stay still as she drew back again, all the way, letting his dick slip from her mouth with a muted pop. She blew cool air over the damp flesh, and Grant gave a heartfelt moan of mingled pleasure and frustration. Then she did it again. And again. Each time she felt a little more confident, moved a little faster, picking up her pace until she was bobbing her head, letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth as he curled his fingers, tugging on her hair, and murmured his pleasure.

As she sucked and licked him, she let her fingers wander down to her slick folds. She played gently with her clit, too turned on by Grant’s groans of pleasure to resist touching herself. She dipped a finger into her wet pussy and moaned around Grant’s length. The vibrations made him gasp and clutch at her hair, trembling with the effort of not thrusting into her mouth and taking what he needed.

Arousal built between Celeste’s thighs as her fingers played over her clit, and she moaned again. Grant cursed breathlessly, and his erection swelled and twitched in her mouth before he gave a staccato shout and spilled himself over her tongue. She swallowed his thick, salty cum, then licked him clean as he softened in her mouth. She continued to lap at his sensitive flesh as he breathed in trembling, ragged gasps.

Grant hooked his hands beneath her arms and hauled her up his body, kissing her hard with the taste of his seed still on her lips. He ran his hands down her spine and over her ass, then rolled her onto her back. He lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, eyes lazy and sated, and he ran the other hand down over her breast, making the muscles in her tummy jump and twitch as he brushed it with the backs of his fingers.

She parted her legs, biting her lip as his fingers found the crisp curls on her mound, then the sticky petals of her vagina. He pushed first one finger then two inside her, almost roughly, giving her what she needed. She squirmed and cried out as he thrust his digits firmly deep inside her, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit with every stroke.

As he finger-fucked her, his eyes stayed locked on her face, languid and limpid, watching every expression that crossed her face, noting every reaction to his touch. His cock was half hard again, but when she reached for it he gently knocked her hand away.

“I want to watch you come,” he murmured. “Come for me, Celeste.”

She parted her legs further, so he could push deeper, and he obliged working his fingers skillfully in and out of her clenching channel. He gave a lazy, self-satisfied mile and she shuddered and moaned, then he picked up the pace when she began to roll her hips to meet his thrusts, making little noises of effort and need in the back of her throat.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said hoarsely. “I want to see you.”

As he fingered her closer to the edge of bliss, those beautiful eyes never left hers, only narrowed with arousal as she clutched his wrist, helpless beneath his touch. He caught his breath as her voice broke on a blissful moan, and he stroked her into a soul-searing orgasm as he gazed into her eyes, drinking in every moment of her pleasure, every spasm and moan and shudder.

When it was over and she was limp and sated in his arms, he pulled the covers over them, holding her tightly as though he never wanted to let her go.