KOA
I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA say no, turn down my offer of no-strings sex. I sat and watched as she battled with her moral compass.
Gracie is a good girl, she might have a sassy attitude and enjoy giving me shit, flirting, and teasing, but underneath it all, she’s a good girl.
I kinda feel bad that casual is all I can offer her.
Kinda.
She manoeuvres herself off my lap and stands in front of me. She’s wearing a pair of leopard print drawstring pants and an oversized black sweater that hangs off one shoulder. I noticed the straps of whatever she has on beneath that earlier when I may or may not have been checking out whether or not she was wearing a bra.
She pulls the sweater over her head and then peels off the compression bandage I helped her put on earlier.
She twirls it around her head like she’s doing a striptease and throws it in my direction.
I pick it up and sniff it like it’s her underwear that’s just landed in my lap, playing along with her stripper routine.
Not that I regularly sniff underwear.
Or even go to strip clubs.
Much.
“Sexy, Essex. You should’ve kept that on for me. Just that and nothing else.”
“I can put it back on if you really want me to, Cowboy.”
“It’s off now, quit wasting time and get naked. I need to see you.”
She has on some kind of sports bra, the kind women wear at the gym. Can’t say that it’s exactly sexy, but knowing what’s underneath it sure is.
She pulls down the pants she’s wearing and steps out of them, revealing pink camouflage panties. They’re the same kind she had on the first night she was here, almost like a tiny, sexy pair of shorts.
I take her in. Every inch of her. She’s all creamy skin, ink, and curves. She pulls out the hair ties holding each of her braids in place and uses her fingers to comb through the soft-looking strands. I’ve never seen her with her hair down, and I’m tempted to reach out and touch it as it falls around her shoulders.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
I pull my shirt over my head and throw it on top of her clothes before I lift my hips and slide off my sweatpants.
My dick is so hard and swollen, it’s almost sticking out above the waistband of my boxers. I debate whether to take them off, too, but decide to draw things out a little longer.
When I look up at her, she’s staring down at my dick and biting down on her lip. I have no control over the twitch it gives in appreciation of that stare.
“Back to you, Essex.”
Her eyes travel from between my legs, over my stomach and chest, until they finally meet mine.
She pulls her bra off over her head, and her soft round tits bounce as they’re freed.
“Oh fuck me, Essex, you’re gorgeous.” She really is fucking beautiful.
She seems to hesitate for a beat while looking right at me. I know whatever battle waging inside is over the instant she slides her panties down her hips and shimmies out of them.
I stare at her in stunned silence for what seems like forever. My eyes devour everything before me. From her pink sparkly toenails to the ink that travels from her thigh, around the curve of her hip to her back, reappears over her shoulder, and continues down her arm.
“Jesus, Gracie Elliott, remind me next week to order Alma-May the biggest bunch of flowers and a thank you card for being shit at her job and sending such perfection my way.”
She smiles but says nothing. I’ve never known her so quiet.
“You nervous, baby?”
She nods.
“Don’t be.”
The only illumination is from a lamp at the far end of the room and the glow from the fire. Shadows dance across her skin, making the ink come alive.
I lift my hips once again and pull off my boxers. I was hoping for a little relief once they’re removed but get none. My balls and belly ache with need.
“Get over here.”
She takes a step forward and slides one knee on either side of my hips so that she’s straddling me. The heat between her legs settles against the underside of my dick, and we both stare down at where our skin touches.
I rake my fingers through her hair and pull her mouth towards mine.
She’s slow to react at first, her soft lips barely brushing mine. I let her lead for a while, letting her tongue explore and taste. The little flicks drive me wild, and I eventually force my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers. She groans and sinks forward, her nipples brush against the hairs on my chest, and my hips instinctively grind up towards her. She responds by sliding forward. Her slit is hot and wet, and it would be so easy to slip inside her right now. But I want more than a quick fuck. I want to taste her pussy and suck on her nipples. I’m only just kissing her for the first time ever, but I already know I want this to last all night.
I slide my hands under ass and hold her against me as I stand.
“Sofa’s not working for me, Essex, let’s take it to the bedroom.”
Her legs tighten around my waist, her arms hold onto my shoulders, and she leans back so she can look at me.
“Whatever, wherever you want, Cowboy,” she says with a lazy smile on her face.
“Whatever, wherever? You best prepare yourself for everything then.”
“Oh, I’m ready.”
She tightens her grip and starts kissing my neck as I make my way upstairs and then to her bedroom.
I ease her down gently onto the bed and reach across her to switch on the bedside lamp.
When I settle back in place, she’s moved farther up, and her entire body is laid out before me. My brain and my balls both feel like they’re gonna explode. My brain because I just don’t know where to start and my balls because I want her so bad.
I lift her right leg and kiss from the inside of her ankle to the top of her thigh, where I suck on her soft skin. Her hips slowly rock towards my face and then away again.
I make a point of breathing heavily right across her clit as I move my mouth to the inside of her left thigh. Both her hands are in my hair, and her nails bite into my scalp, forcing my mouth down harder on her skin.
I gently nip at her flesh, “Koa.” She sighs out my name on a long drawn out breath, and I almost come all over the bed.
“I know, baby, I know.”
While kissing, sucking, and biting her body, I slide my middle finger inside her. She’s deliciously fucking wet, and I can’t hold out any longer.
“Need to taste you, Gracie, then I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, yes please, Koa.”
Her hands guide my head, and my tongue finds her clit as I slip two, then three fingers inside her.
She tastes like citrus and salt.
She tastes fucking perfect.
“Fuck, Koa. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”
“Let it go, baby. Give it to me.”
I curl my fingers and push the tip of my tongue hard against her clit as I look up the length of her body and watch her start to fall apart.
Her internal muscles spasm, her mouth drops open, and her legs press against my head.
I rest my chin against the strip of hair on her pubic bone and watch her head tilt back, I feel her pussy grip my fingers, and I listen to her groan, curse, and call out my name.
Gracie’s entire body twitches and trembles as her orgasm rolls through her, and I’ve never in my life seen a woman look more beautiful.
My skin tingles, my eyes burn, and my throat feels like it’s about to close. For one crazy minute, I think I’m gonna cry.
Gracie’s fingers tugging my head up towards hers snap me out of my little moment, and I crawl up her body, kissing a path across her soft belly, each of her nipples, her throat, and finally her mouth.
This kiss is different from the one we shared downstairs. Slower. Sensual. Our tongues stroke and taste each other, we explore and probe. She bites down on my bottom lip, I adjust my mouth and draw her tongue back inside, and it’s all done oh-so-fucking slowly. All so fucking softly.
The whole thing is all so fucking perfect.