Chapter 10
Tobias couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something special about Grace. She was gentle, trusting, kind, honest, everything he wasn’t. Yet, looking down at her now, he wondered what he ever did to deserve a woman like her. It seemed as if she was almost handpicked specifically for him. Which was impossible, he didn’t believe in stuff like that. Yet, seeing her now, looking up at him with all the love and trust in the world, he felt something strange deep within him. He didn’t know what it was, but it felt good and scary all at the same time.
“So, what do we do now,” Grace asked.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am going to jump in the shower, get cleaned up, go eat something and then have you for dessert, again and again, and again,” Tobias replied, kissing the tip of her erect nipples.
“We can do that?” she asked so innocently, Tobias laughed.
“Yep, and I plan to do it often.”
“Oh!”
Tobias smiled, gave her another quick kiss on the lips and hopped from the bed. He didn’t bother covering his nudity as he turned on his bedside lamp before walking into the bathroom, giving Grace a good look at him from behind. However, when he turned on his bathroom light, he stopped, his eyes looking down at his still engorged cock.
Something was wrong.
He was seeing things, he had to be.
“What the hell?” he whispered, and turned to see Grace standing beside his bed, once again covered with his comforter, looking at the bedsheets before her.
“Gracie?”
“I’m sorry Tobias. I will pay to have them dry-cleaned this time.”
“What?” Tobias didn’t understand. Walking back over to her, and seeing what she was looking at, Tobias turned her.
“I should have told you.”
“You were a virgin?” Tobias questioned, not understanding what he saw.
“Yes,” she whispered so softly, it was barely audible.
Tobias didn’t know what to do. He really didn’t. He’d never defiled a virgin before. It was something taboo to him. There was too much responsibility that came along with deflowering a virgin. Something he never wanted to be a part of. It seemed, wrong, dishonest and bad, very bad. Standing there before her he waited to be struck down or something. Instead, Grace gently touched his face and smiled. “Breathe Tobias, it’s okay. I wanted this. More than anything. It was beautiful. You made it beautiful for me. Thank you.”
She was thanking him!
“Grace, if I’d known,” he murmured but stopped when she gently kissed him. It was a tender kiss, a loving kiss and somehow, it melted all his fears away. She did that to him. She had this way of making everything better.
Lost within her touch, Tobias forgot about everything and gave himself to her. She was a remarkable woman, and she deserved better than him as her first. God help him, he couldn’t stop kissing her. He wanted her, needed her more than she would ever know.
He leaned in closer, taking in her scent, as he kissed her cheek, and then her neck. She sighed and moved with him as he lowered her once again to the bed. His heart was racing again, as he felt the telltale weeping of desire, that she inspired within him. Viewing her perfect, rosy nipples, made his mouth water. He bent to lick and kiss it, watching her face. A long sigh issued forth between her parted lips. Trailing his fingertips on the satiny smoothness of her thigh, his cock leapt towards her. She stretched, arching her head onto a pillow and presented him with the milky column of her neck, which he returned to taste and kiss. At this point, he couldn’t have stopped, no matter what. He was burning with the need to make her his, to feel her heat engulfing him, again. Finally, he touched her between the juncture of her legs, finding to his delight that she was still very hot and wet.
She purred softly when his fingertips caressed her clit, and she parted her thighs further. He watched her face as a small smile touched her lips. Her breathing was still as it was before, even and deep. Withdrawing his hand after feeling her hips move in rhythm to his gentle stroking, he tasted her pussy, licking every trace of it from the fingers he had been using. Her gyrations slowed, then stopped. He looked at her exposed in the firelight, a combination of innocence and wanton lust that made up his mind for him.
Positioning himself over her, he rubbed his slick-with-cum-coated cockhead between her pouty lips, savoring the delicious feeling of her pussy, before pressing forward. Ever so slowly, slowly, inch by inch, deeper inside her. Grace cried out, arching her back with each thrust.
Tobias watched as Grace’s mouth opened as a gasp of pleasure escaped. When he was fully engulfed in her hot core, he paused. It was sublime to feel her pulsating around him, to know she responded to his touch, even after taking her just a moment ago. He pressed his thumb to her erect clit, making slow circles upon it as he very slowly began to move. Her back arched with the first withdrawal of his cock that was pulsing with restraint. She purred, and sighed, softly moaning as he filled her to the rock bottom of her tight love glove. Her hips moved in sync with his slow thrusts, arching to meet each one as he continued to excite the place between her legs that would bring satisfaction to her.
Ever so slowly, feeling his control slipping away, he strove to bring forth the orgasm her body craved, to let him know she was fulfilled. It was getting harder to do, as he fought to please her first. He felt his cock swell, thickening, getting painfully rigid, as he continued to slowly stroke in and out of her welcoming body. Her face turned, right and left, in rapture upon the pillow as soft coos and sighs issued from her sexy mouth.
Tobias wanted to roar out with the feeling; it was so intense...but dare not break the spell of the moment. He thrust deeply, tapping at the bottom of her womb, and pulled out slowly to slide in again as deeply impaling her as before. He bit his lip to keep his groans of ecstasy from being heard, but his brain was having a meltdown as he watched her face flush. Her breasts that had been gently bouncing in the firelight were now topped with tightly erect nipples, and he knew she was nearly there.
Striving to make her cover him in her satisfaction, he thrust faster. Her moans were long and ending in purrs that made his mind melt. Finally, her back arched and her pussy gripped him in a pulsating vise of electric spasms that rippled through her as she milked his seed. He let them loose, with an intensity that was beyond compare...seemingly cumming for several minutes deep within her.
He stayed inside her until his cock softened enough to slip out of its own accord. Her face was something he would never forget as he studied it in the firelight. Pale, yet with a rosy flush upon her cheeks, lips parted and full as though she had been kissed for a long time. A small smile played at the corners, as she slept.
Tobias lay beside her amazed how he could ever get so lucky, and fell into a very contented sleep beside her.
Chapter 11
Three months later…
Grace was going to murder him, dead in his sleep.
“Tobias! Where is Elizabeth’s bag?” She shouted through the sprawling new home, in Tennessee, tripping over boxes upon boxes. When she first saw it, she thought it was lovely a lovely home, though a bit big and too opulent for her taste, but she kept her mouth shut because Tobias was proud of the new build. However, now roaming through the massive structure looking for one small diaper bag, she was rethinking telling Tobias exactly what she thought of the monstrosity.
It was shortly after her disastrous date with Peter that Tobias told her that their time in California was going to be short. She was kind of heartbroken because she loved the sun, the beach and all the new people she’d met that made her feel welcomed and loved. Yet, she accepted it because she understood that Tobias wanted to be closer to his family and she loved making Tobias happy.
After searching the large house, Grace found him in his office setting up his new computer. “What did you do with Elizabeth’s bag?” she asked, tripping over another box.
“Which one Gracie. That kid had more bags than I do.”
“Her diaper bag, Tobias?”
“I have no clue, why?”
“Really, you have to ask?” Grace said sarcastically, staring at the man engrossed with his new toy. Sometimes she really wondered about Tobias. He would get so occupied in whatever peaked his interest and everything, the world included faded around him. The man had the attention span of a gnat sometimes. “You know Tobias, I really worry about you. If Elizabeth and I weren’t around, would you even remember to shower?”
Tobias looked up from what he was doing and grinned wickedly, “Of course, I would just shower with you, like this morning, and every morning before that.”
“You’re being a perv, Tobias.”
“A little feisty today, are we?”
Sighing, Grace leaned against his desk. She had been a little bitchy lately, snapping at him for no apparent reason. She didn’t know what was wrong, but she was also tired and a little queasy at times too. She figured once the house was in order, she would make an appointment to see a doctor, thinking that maybe she was just overworked and needed a break. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Tobias stopped what he was doing and came around his desk to stand behind her. Pulling her into him, he kissed her neck and groped her chest. “I know what will make you feel better?” He said squeezing and massaging her breast as he ground his hard dick into her ass.
Grace laughed, “That always makes you feel better. It just makes me want more.”
“I don’t see a problem there, Gracie,” Tobias said. Grace could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, running through her hair as he moved closer to her, his fingers flexing into her. She could already feel herself trembling.
“We can’t. Not right now,” She whispered as his soft lips found the curve of her neck, her head reluctantly, intentionally coming back up to rest on his shoulder. His mouth moved slowly, leaving a light trail of wetness as his tongue touched her skin, his breath brushing over it, sending a dizzying chill through her body. Grace felt the small pinch of his teeth, and as his mouth grew hungrier, her hands found his hands on her hips, his fingers opening and extending to allow hers to wind into his. They moved together as he began to slide them along the front of her body, first lower on her hips, then up to the bend in her waist, then to the soft roundness of her breasts. Her breath became audible, and a small sound escaped her mouth before he turned her head far enough for him to kiss her.
It was so soft at first, so loosely formed, so warm and sweet that Grace felt uncertain on her feet. She could feel the wetness of his mouth, their lips touching, his tongue grazing hers for a second before pulling back. She felt his hand along the side of her face, gentle but strong, his fingers reaching into her hair, then back to her skin. His other hand found the other side of her face and Grace turned her body to him, her hands running along his arms, his muscles rippling underneath her touch. It seemed so contradictory to her, his kiss, so slow and unhurried, so full and partial and tender, and his arms, so strong and hard, so solid and definitive that her senses, dull and tired from the long week of unpacking, buzzed with confusion and want. Grace gripped her hands into the bend of his arms, pulling down, and consciously noticed how they didn’t move an inch. She wanted to touch all of him, she wanted to feel every part of this body, to feel it as it moved and searched and worked.
“Tobias,” she said hoarsely, his teeth pulling on her lip as he pulled his face away to look at her.
“Yes Gracie,” he said, burying his face in her neck, his lips and tongue working themselves over her, moving further down her body, his hands cupping her ass as his mouth grazed the edge of her bra.
“Tobias, we can’t,” She started to say, her hands on his face. He pulled his mouth back up to hers, his kiss firm and consuming, forcing her false words back into her throat as his tongue delved softly, deeply into her mouth. Grace melted into him, his arms wrapping themselves under her ass and lifting her up until she was half sitting on his desk, half supported by her legs around him. She felt his fingers working at her pants and her mind was softly saying not here in broad daylight where anyone could walk in and see them, as her body was saying right now. He worked her jeans down her hips and off her body, sitting her squarely center on his desk to pull them past her bare feet.
Grace felt his fingers graze her stomach as they found the edge of her tank top and pulled it over her head. Her fingers found his shirt and pulled it off as well, as she ran her palms and fingers over every curve and bulge of his muscled body, exploring with soft fingertips, feeling the rise of his skin as he shivered with her touch. She could feel the wetness between her legs and his cock, hard against his pants, pushing on the inside of her leg. He ran the flat of his hands softly up the sides of her body, burning her with slow, hard desire, and she felt his fingers moving to pull at her bra. Grace felt it gently snap away from her as he ran his hands over her back, forward towards her breasts, softly cupping them from the sides before maneuvering his hands underneath the straps, letting his fingertips slowly graze her skin as he ran it down her arms.
As Tobias pulled it completely off, he stepped back, taking in what he could of her body with the sun going down. Her eyes had adjusted more as well, and she could see his classic devious smile, the look he had given her every time he was in the mood or wanted to be playful. Every time he thought of her, this is what he was thinking of, and it made her burn and pulse between her legs.
Grace leaned back onto the desk, her breasts round and soft and so white compared to his tanned skin. Her legs were spread where he was standing, and he put a hand on either one, starting at her knees and slowly, firmly moving upwards. His body moved forward into her as he reached for her hand, pulling her to him, his mouth finding her mouth once, twice, and again, the drawback growing shorter each time as the intensity of their searching lips grew. Grace felt his fingers slip in her underwear and slowly start to move them downwards. She shifted her ass to let him pull them off, his lips never leaving hers, his soft, hot tongue gently prodding at her willing mouth.
Her breath quickened as she felt him hook his hands behind her knees and pull her forward, her open pussy pushing into his body, his cock, still contained within his pants, straining to be released. His hands moved down the curves of her body, from the sides, then the back, and finally forward to her open hips. Grace thought she would die of want for him to touch her pussy, her clit, her wetness. He knew it, he sensed her need and desperation for him, and she felt his mouth smile to her ear.
“Tell me what you want Gracie,” his voice hoarse, his tone making even the simplest words seductive and sensual, his tongue and lips and teeth gently prodding at her ear, her neck. Grace breathed out loud, her hands feeling his back, his muscle shifting and hardening at the slightest movement of his body. Grace softly ran her fingers up his body to his shoulders, the rigid curves of them flexing as he held her to him. She ran her hands up to his neck and pulled his face to hers as her mouth found his again, one of his hands coming to the back of her head to bring her further into him.
“Tell me, Gracie,” he whispered into her mouth, and her hands moved to show him. She fingered at his button, then his zipper, spreading his jeans and slipping her hand between his pants and his underwear, feeling the hardness and thickness of his cock through the soft cotton fabric. Her whole body trembled and the anticipation of feeling him inside her, and a small moan made its way out of her mouth as his kisses grew deeper and stronger at the feel of her touching him.
“Tell me,” he said once more. So, she did.
“I want this,” She said, slowly, softly working her hand under his boxers, working his pants off his body, working his cock into her hand. The softness of his skin in her palm made her pussy ache and she wrapped her fingers firmly around his thickness. Grace heard him take a breath and hold it, a small smile forming itself on her lips at his pleasure, and slowly, she worked his dick back and forth in her hand.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Grace said, barely enough of a whisper to be heard, his cock growing ever harder in her hand. She felt his hands resting on the top of her thighs where they met her hips, and his thumbs slowly ran themselves back and forth over her skin. As she held him in her hand and shifted her ass, her pussy with uncomfortable want and desire, his hands and fingers slowly, torturously moved toward her throbbing clit, to her wetness and heat. His fingers worked the places around and below and above her pussy, and her breath was uneven and tense at the waiting, the wanting of his touch.
Grace barely felt it when his finger first ran itself into her pussy, barely grazing the soft hair, her lips, her slickness, but it ran through her like electricity. She closed her eyes and shivered from head to toe, her breath coming in short gasps, and she could feel how all her energy was centered between her legs. She opened her eyes to see his face close to hers, his eyes, blinking slowly, his mouth parted in silent, stilled desire. He wrapped one hand around her neck and she let him support the weight of her head, as he pulled her to him again.
As his lips grazed hers, Grace felt his fingers at her cunt again and would have jerked back with surprise and pleasure if his grip would have allowed her to move. Slowly, so softly, he ran his fingers over her open wetness, taking a little time to nudge her clit, before teasingly moving on. She held her breath in waiting, felt that smile against her mouth again and wished she had the energy to tease him back. His cock, hard in her hand, was hot and throbbing and controlled. Every single ounce of power was his, and she resigned herself to the idea that whatever he wanted, where ever he wanted, she was his.
Grace finally felt his fingers center on her clit, her body melting and radiating with the pleasure of it. She felt more and more that his one arm and hand behind her head was supporting her, her weight, yet she could do nothing to pull herself up, to do anything but feel the burning wave that was slowly taking over her body. She felt it building with every stroke, every movement of his fingers, and his mouth grew softer and more open as he felt her orgasm take hold of her body. She pulsed and released herself into his hand, her body, rigid and fluid all at once, her breath without purpose, a hoarse series of moans coming with each ragged breath, letting go of air. Grace felt the burst of pleasure and her body, contracting repeatedly with its release, felt on fire and underwater and floating on air all at the same time.
The touch of his fingers grew softer when he felt her body begin to relax again, and she could hear his soft whisperings in the fading sun, his voice hoarse, his words lost on her mind. His mouth was on hers again and when she felt like she could manage, Grace squeezed his hard cock in her hand. He kissed her once more before hooking his hands under her arms, slowly pulling her off his desk, placing her softly on her feet before kissing her nose and turning her around.
Grace willingly bent herself forward over his desk, holding on to whatever her hands could find. She heard the shuffle of his pants coming off his body and then his strong hands on her hips, her ass, his hard cock nudging at the back of her pussy. She could feel it when he bent forward and down into her, his lips kissing her back lightly before his cock entered her and filled her up to consume her. Grace could feel her legs trembling, the thickness of his dick pushing at her body, his slow movements in and out of her, evening out her breath while making it harder to breathe.
She felt his hands touching her, running themselves over the curves of her sides, the softness of her skin, her tits and ass, the push of her hips into his fingers. He worked her slowly, taking his time, for him or for her, Grace didn’t know. Every movement was deliberate, purposeful, felt. She could feel her body responding again, working itself to orgasm with him, as his movements grew harder, quicker, his breath shortening, and she began to come again.
Tobias groaned her name, “Gracie,” as he was coming before she felt his movements alter for his release inside her. She could feel the pulse and the heat of him, she could feel the sweat on her body under the touch of his hands, she could feel everything in him, in her, all at once and the sheer intensity of it made her knees start to buckle. His arms wrapped around her waist, his strength easily holding her up, as he trailed kisses on her back, her mind and mouth smiling at the softness of it.
Grace felt when he pulled himself out of her, pulling her body up and turning her around to wrap his arms around her, to kiss her. He ran his fingers over her again and again, into her hair, down her face and neck and breasts, using his mouth on them, pulling at her nipples with his teeth and following it up with soft kisses. His face came back to hers and even in the dim light of the fading sun, he could see her immense exhausted satisfaction. He smiled at her and shook his head, a soft laugh coming from his throat. Grace asked what he was laughing at and he kissed her again.
“Gracie,” he said, his arms wrapping around her tightly, his lips on her forehead. He softly pushed her head into his shoulder, stroking her hair with one hand as she closed her eyes. Deliriously her hand moved to his cock, but he moved it away.
He nudged her head and brought his lips to hers as she turned to him, his eyes black in the darkness, and a devilish grin on his face, Tobias said, “I lied, the diaper bag is in the corner.”
If she wasn’t so feverishly happy and sated now, she would have slapped him. But deep down, she knew she would never hit him. She loved him too much to hurt him. Besides, there was no harm done, and she was feeling ten kinds of wonderful at the moment.
After quickly getting dressed, she retrieved the bag and before leaving, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “You are a scoundrel Tobias Shenandoah. You should come with a warning label.”
“That’s what my family has been saying for years.”
“Well, I think they are on to something.”
With that, Gracie went to check on Elizabeth, knowing she would be waking soon.