MARKUS
Grace cuddled into the warmth of my arms, and I couldn’t imagine anything better. Well––other than relieving my blue balls, that is.
My hands gently stroked her arms and then her hair. I loved her hair––it was so soft.
Naturally, my hands began to wander until I was absentmindedly stroking her full breasts, her nipples puckering under my ministrations. I continued stroking her breasts, playing with them as I tried to imagine a world where we could work out. I am old enough to be her father, I thought to myself.
As Grace began wriggling about in her sleep, I shook my head of the negative thoughts.
Grace began rubbing her thighs together, bucking her hips slightly, as my ministrations ramped up her desire, even in her sleep. Not one to give quit before a woman finishes, I paid particular attention to her gorgeous nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I had to have another taste. Bringing the object of my affection toward my mouth, I closed my lips around their perfection.
As I suckled, I raised my eyes to bemused blue ones. She hitched a breath as her hands reached for the back of my head, pulling it closer.
Throwing her head back she moaned again as my hand found the apex of her thighs, stroking along the hairless area along her outer lips to her heavenly vagina. I bypassed her clit on purpose, wanting to get her as wet as possible, in preparation of what would happen soon.
Grace’s thighs parted and I ramped up my rubbing and stroking, waiting for another orgasm. I wanted her to have a couple more. I was proud to say I was quite large, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss––one that could burn cement. My tongue forced itself between her lips, as her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me as close as she could.
Her hips were plastered against mine in a rocking movement. Taking a leg, I moved it to my hip so I could have easier access for my hand. I watched as Grace threw her head back, her hair splaying out in a blond glitter from the moonlight in an open shade.
The movement of my hand came faster and faster until she shuddered and moaned out her orgasm. I continued to flick her clit with a finger to stretch out the orgasm. She tossed her body about, trying to escape me, and my fingers. I could tell she didn’t know whether she was in heaven or hell.
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as she held herself to me, shaking out the last of the orgasm.
“Markus––I’m ready,” she whispered, her large, blue eyes staring at me. Trust emanating in them.
“Alright, let’s get you ready for a ride,” I said with a wink.
I leaned over her again, pressing my lips hard against hers, grinding her lips into her teeth, my tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth. I wanted all of her.
My fingers lightly stroked back and forth over both of her nipples until the bottom half of her body wiggled and her legs scraped against each other in frustration.
Releasing her lips, I made my way to her luscious breasts. Sucking one nipple into my mouth my magic fingers did their work on the other. Pulling, rolling, and twisting––I had her screaming my name.
I thrust one thigh between hers, forcing hers apart. Slipping into place, my cock rubbed at her opening. Slipping a hand between us, I rubbed on her clit, sending Grace off and running again. “Are you ready, Grace? Tell me now.”
Her head turned back and forth with an outpouring of emotion, unable to speak. Taking my finger off her nub, I took her face between my hands, holding her still. “Grace,” I said again to get her attention. She nodded distractedly, “Yes––yes. Do it! Yes!”
I could tell she couldn’t speak in whole sentences, but she had enough presence of mind to say yes––and Christ was I glad.
Settling on my knees, between her thighs, I set to work on her clit again. When her moaning hit a high keening I slowly entered her.
Moving inside a fraction, I stopped for her to adjust. This is going to kill me. I moved forward a fraction more, my hand on the base of my dick to keep from erupting. Moving forward again, I stopped to allow her to adjust once again.
“Faster. Harder. Hurry––I can’t take this any longer.” She whined.
Grunting, I pushed my cock in an inch more before pulling out and pushing in an inch more. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and pushed in hard. Hearing a gasp and feeling her wince, my eyes flew open and I immediately stopped.
Grace’s eyes were wide in shock as my cock slid fully into her. Her gaze shifted sideways as I could see her adjusting mentally.
“Move,” she demanded impatiently.
Not one to ignore an order, I did as she demanded. “Are you ready for a fast ride, bella mia?”
She lifted her legs to confidently wrap them around my hips in reply. For a virgin, she certainly knew what to do. If I hadn’t felt the tissue tear, I would have thought she had lied.
Placing my forearms on either side of her head, I pulled out until just my crown was still inside of her. I pushed back in, hard and fast, eliciting a scream from her. Stopping for a moment upon hearing her scream, I checked her face for any sign of pain. Instead, I was greeted with a look pure ecstasy upon her face.
Her bight blue eyes opened briefly, confusion clouding them. Pulling back out I shoved back in, watching her eyes for any pain. Nothing.
Her breath hitched as she arched her back and neck. Taking that as the ‘go ahead,’ I slammed back in, eliciting another loud scream of my name. Rolling my hips, I placed her leg onto my shoulder for a different angle. With my cock inside of her, and my fingers rubbing her clit, she was gasping my name over and over in a chant.
I powered into her, faster and faster, the new angle giving me deeper access. Continually rubbing her nub, I finally heard her break into orgasm. Panting, her gasps filling the room as she rode out her orgasm. The feeling of her gripping my shaft had me moving harder, shoving myself in over and over until I felt myself explode, my cum filling her.
Shuddering from the deepest orgasm I had ever had, I gathered Grace into my arms and held her close.
Staring down into her perfect face, her eyes were closed and peaceful. I stroked her skin, painting designs with my fingers. For some reason, I had this need to touch her constantly.
Moving her long, blond hair away from her neck, I began kissing her nape and making my way downward. Following the pattern I had painted on her skin with my fingers, I created the same imaginary artwork with my lips.
Grace sighed in her sleep, her legs moving restlessly. I imagined in frustration. My hands slipped around to her front, caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. I loved those nipples––so responsive to my fingers and mouth.
I laid my head on the pillow next to hers, but I couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning my head restlessly for a couple minutes, I decided I might as well get up and watch some TV.
***
A few hours later I heard rustling, and a droopy-eyed Grace appeared, rubbing her eyes with her balled fists. How cute she was?
“What time is it?” she croaked.
I tried not to smile, I really did, but it burst forth anyway.
I was happy to see a slight smile on her face as she acknowledged mine.
“Do you want something to eat or drink, bella mia?”
Grace cleared her throat loudly, “Water?”
Hurrying, I grabbed a cold bottle out of the fridge and brought it over to her, my hand brushing against hers as I let the bottle go.
“I need a shower. I’ll be back in a few. I’m too grungy to be standing here talking to you.”
As she walked away, I noticed she was wearing the king sheet from the bed––looking adorable in it, I might add.
I nodded, having forgotten how to speak. Especially after seeing her take the top off the bottle, and throwing her head back to guzzle from the bottle. To me, watching her throat work was very erotic.
She threw a knowing grin over her shoulder at me as she left, her toga trailing behind.
***
I had been listening to the hair dryer for the last half hour, impatiently waiting for her to appear.
Suddenly, Grace entered wearing the red dress from several hours ago. She tossed her blond hair behind her, and threw the empty plastic water bottle at me. “What time is it?”
“Oh––just after two.”
“So, what do you wanna do now? I’m wide awake––what about you?” She fluttered her eyelashes at me, smirking.
Minx. “We could go down to the hotel bar for a couple drinks––maybe dance.”
Her whole face brightened at that idea. What have I gotten myself into?
“Let me grab a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll be out in a few.” I gave her a quick peck on her lips, and a pat on her ass as I walked away. She pretended an angry pout, but there was a smile playing at the ends of her lips. Minx.
***
I walked out of the bedroom wearing a blue button-down shirt, no tie, and a pair of black dress pants.
Noticing that Grace didn’t have any make up on, I decided to dress down. For me, dress pants and a button down was dressing down. I wasn’t a jeans and t-shirt kinda guy like my younger brother Dillon.
When I walked in, Grace was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, one over the other, with the upper leg bouncing. Her head turned as she heard the door open, her smile of greeting a bright ray of sunshine.
I quickly made my way over to her, putting my hand on the back of her upper thigh and slowly raised my hand to the apex of her thighs. I was happily shocked––no panties. I looked down at her face, seeing a self-satisfied smirk. She turned, walking out the door with a swish of the skirt of her dress.
Feeling like a dog following its mistress, I slipped the room card in my wallet and left the room after her, locking the door behind me. By the time I caught up with her, Grace was already at the elevator, her arms crossed, tapping her foot. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? I can play this game too.
Entering the elevator, I stood behind her. As the elevator slowly made it’s way down, my hand began traveling up the back of her thigh, between her legs. We both stood facing the door with our backs to the wall, our fronts to the camera. I wanted to see how far she would let me take this.
My hand was on her inner thigh as I continued to slide upward until I was touching the slickness of her pussy. She was wet with anticipation. Slipping my finger along her lips until I reached her entrance, my finger dipped and swirled inside of her.
I heard a gasp. She thrust her hips slightly as my finger exited, flicking her clit. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to do this because I was becoming more excited with each passing moment.
Grace tried rubbing her legs together but my hand’s presence stopped her. Nope, not happening.
As the door dinged, I removed my hand, slipping my fingers into my mouth and tasting her juices. Nonchalantly putting her hand to her backside, she carefully smoothed down the back of her skirt.
As the doors opened, I allowed Grace to step out, gently placing my hand at the small of her back, leading her into the hotel bar area.
Grace motioned for us to sit at a booth and I raised my eyebrows in question. For the sake of curiosity, I followed her lead to see where she going with this.
Grace sat, motioning for me to sit across from her. Again with the motioning.
After we sat down a waitress came to take our orders, but Grace didn’t know what to get, so I ordered for her. After the waitress checked her ID, she was off to get our drinks.
It was strange, Grace seemed a little nervous––her eyes looking off to the side, like she was hiding something. But what? Shrugging it off, I thought to myself, Whatever, it is can’t be that bad, can it?
It didn’t help ease my mind that she sat there just tearing her napkin into tiny pieces, while her full glass of water sat in front of her
I grabbed her hand, gently lacing our fingers together. Raising our hands, I kissed the top of her hand, mentally encouraging her to raise her eyes to mine.
Noticing the small dance floor in the middle of the bar floor, I could see there was a couple bopping away to the fast paced music. The music was a little young for me, but if it would help to calm a nervous Grace, I would try it. Grabbing her small hand in mine, and smiling into her startled face, I pulled her toward the dance floor just as a slow song began.