She’ll be the death of me; I fucking swear. She’s a gorgeous, innocent package wrapped up in a small bundle of surprise. I never know what to expect from Grace, and I like it. She’s going to keep me on my toes.
“Umm, I’ve almost got everything ready, I just…need to change…” Her words trail off as she dashes down the hallway and over an upturned table. Following her, I stop to pick up the table and its furnishings before wandering into the kitchen to see what smells so delicious.
Lifting the lid of one pot, I see meatballs in marinara sauce and give the bubbling contents a quick stir as I move onto the next pot. The noodles aren’t quite done yet, so I leave them and wait anxiously for Gracie’s return.
“Oh shoot,” I hear muttered from the direction she headed off into, and I slowly make my way there.
“Everything alright, Grace?” I don’t want to invade her space just yet, so I stay on the opposite side of the closed door.
“Fine!” she calls but sounds out of breath. I lean against the opposite wall and take a closer look at her small apartment. Now that I’m not distracted by the news we had to deliver her, I can see she has a love for the whimsical.
I noticed the unicorn and fairy knick-knacks earlier but thought nothing of it until now. A painting above the table that was knocked down of a fairy garden has caught my eye. It’s obviously not professional from the clumsy brush strokes, but you can see the care and commitment dedicated to it while it was created.
“My mother painted it for me before she passed,” Grace’s lyrical voice explains from behind me.
“It suits you.” The more I look at it, the more I see the clumsy spots of paint in odd parts as well as the unique splashes of color that don’t match but blend well.
Raising her hand from behind, she points to the spots that clash. “When I was five, Mom gave me my first paintbrush and told me to add what I wanted. To make it how I would like to see it.” Her voice is sad but full of happy remembrance.
As she steps forward, I can see what talking about her birth mother does to her. She’s a mix of pain and elation. The woman apparently loved her daughter very much to have left such an impact.
My gaze searches Grace’s face, wanting to remember every moment of this time. The soft lines around her eyes as she recalls that flash of joy. Her mouth quirks up to one side for just a split second, and I realize that even though we barely know each other, I’m falling for her.
Drastically.
Deeply.
Irrevocably.
Right as I’m about to break the silence, a timer dings in the kitchen, and she jumps before smiling and ducking her head, then rushing to the kitchen.
“Sit.” She points to the charmingly made up table for two. Doing as she says, I use the lighter to ignite the candles and then watch her as she strains the noodles from the water and carefully brings two full plates of spaghetti and meatballs to our seats.
It’s then that I see it. The small horse and carriage. The prince and princess. The fairytale her painting spoke of embroidered on the placemats. My girl dreams of being swept off her feet and falling in love more than I had expected her to.
I’ve been trying to go slow even though my instincts scream to pick up the pace. That I show Grace who she belongs to, now. I’ve been waiting for a sign, and here it is. Crystal clear, in gold and blue thread.
“Grace?” I ask as she places bruschetta down on the sideboard beside the table.
“Yes.” Her cheeks are flushed.
Holding out a hand, I wait for her to come to me. She places her palm in my own as softly as a butterfly’s wings, and I turn in my chair. Lifting her legs to drape on either side of me, I cradle her hips in my hands, marveling at how well she fits against me.
“Onyx.” She breaths softly, looking up through her lashes shyly. “What are you doing?”
I don’t say anything, not right away. I admire her. Her innocence, her strength, her desire to trust me. “I wanted to go slow, Gracie.” She licks her lips. “I wanted to give you time to be sure of how you feel.” Her sapphire gaze sparkles with what she’s likely too nervous to voice. “I want you to be mine.”
Cupping the back of her head, I don’t give her time to respond to my demand as I close the distance between us and capture her soft lips with mine. I kiss her slowly at first, giving her just enough time to pull away before I slide her hips closer to my rigid length. When her breath catches at the contact, I deepen the kiss. Her little mewls and sighs prompt me to go deeper, explore more.
Grace’s arms wrap around my neck, and she arches her back so her perky tits brush my chest. Her hard nipples can be felt through the fabric of our clothes, and I can’t wait to get a taste. Sliding my hands around her back, I find the tab for the zipper and gingerly slip it down, exposing the soft flesh of her back as I go. My knuckles caress her skin and goosebumps breakout as she shivers in my lap.
Pulling back from her eager kisses, I admire her desirable form draped over me, anxiously waiting for more. Hooking the straps of her dress in my fingers, I guide them down her arms, unveiling her succulent frame, discovering that her flush of desire starts in her chest and rises to her cheeks.
“Gorgeous, Gracie.” I praise her quietly and am pleased to see her blossom from rosy to crimson. Her dress pools at her waist, leaving nothing but her pussy to my imagination.
“Thank you,” she whispers softly, hiding behind her hair now.
“No need to be shy, princess.” I don’t like her hiding from me, but it’s also arousing for me to have to chase her.
“No one’s ever seen me before…” She trails off, turning her head to the side and leaning forward, resting her head on my shoulder.
Rubbing my face into her neck, I lay a gentle kiss on the back. “I’m honored, Gracie.” My hands roam across her back and thighs as she grows comfortable in my lap with her nudity.
An idea forms as I hold her, and I pull my phone from my pocket. I hit a music app and open a random playlist. Soothing music comes on about dancing, and I encourage her to stand.
“Dance with me, Gracie,” I request as her dress falls to the ground, leaving her in nothing but light purple cotton panties. My mind blanks, and I have to fight my way back to rational thought. “Fuck, you’re a gorgeous creature,” I mutter, leaning forward to kiss just above her navel.
“Onyx, please.” Grace sounds like she’s trying to dissuade my notion and beg me for more all at once.
Kissing my way up her stomach to her breasts, I hold her hips in place, so she can’t backstep from me. I rub my scruff against one nipple, chaffing her skin, before sucking the hard peak into my mouth. The taste of cherries explodes on my tongue, and I can’t hold onto my groan of pure delight for this woman. Letting her go, I give the same attention to the other mound, and her hands grip my hair tightly, pulling the strands as I work her into a frenzy.
“Oh my,” she whispers into the room.
Standing tall, I pull my shirt over my head, needing to feel her bare against me. With one hand on her hip and the other holding her hand, I guide her into a slow rhythm to a country song I don’t recall.
In my arms is where Grace belongs, and I’m going to show her just how right this is.