Chapter 18
Trace slept very little. When he wasn’t fully consumed with the touch and feel of Gretchen’s smooth flesh as he made love to her over and over again, he watched her sleep, held her against him, and did what she asked. He pretended he’d never been hurt. That he’d never known the heartache of a love blown or fading away. He felt more and more possessive of her the more he fed from the sexual energy she gave back to him. She was strong, but pliable. She was female, but not fragile. She was a free spirit, giving up the secrets of the rhythm she liked, what she wanted to feel, and how he could please her. Unashamed. Even the way she’d slipped off her panties and bra told him she had bared her soul to him.
It wasn’t a mere fantasy. The lovemaking was more than sex. It was communion, a bridge between two hearts starved for one another. The rest of the world, true to her wish, was a universe away.
He mentally pushed the sun back under the horizon, tried to stop the new dawn from breaking through, because he wasn’t done loving her, and he didn’t want her to go back to her other life. In this room, in this big bed, he was master of her body, and she had enslaved him in the golden rings of pleasure she brought to him. The more he took, the more he wanted.
She stirred, her thigh slipping over his, her sweaty sex breathing against his flesh as if it was begging to be fed one more time. He’d do it, when he got good and ready to. But, for now, he wanted to look at her face, her eyes closed, her tongue licking her lips as she crawled up his thigh, pressing herself against him, and then shifting herself down again. As she breathed, her breasts made wet pools on his chest. Her blonde hair darkened against her face. His fingers pulled her hair back and off her forehead, where he kissed her, then inched down to plunge his tongue deep inside her mouth. Her satisfying gasp told him he’d pierced her veil of sleep and once again she was his to command.
“Trace,” she mumbled.
He kissed under her chin to let her finish. “Tell me. Right here, baby.”
“Don’t stop, Trace.”
“I don’t intend to, sweetheart.”
He rolled her to her stomach, pulled a pillow under her, folding it in half and elevating her sweet butt. All too tempting, he touched her hot core, pressed two fingers inside her, and felt the vibration of her deep moan into the pillow.
“You like that, baby?”
“Trace—Oh God, Trace!”
“Right here, baby.”
He bent, kissed both butt cheeks, and then slipped his tongue inside her opening, adding a thumb, then a finger, then two as she writhed beneath him.
Her hand came around to grip his arm and pulled slightly, asking that he ride her from behind.
“You like this, baby?” he said as he got to his knees, spread her cheeks, and watched his cock tease the pink lips of her sex. She was raising herself to accept him, and he was withholding until she needed him even more. Her forlorn moans nearly broke his heart.
“Please,” she begged.
“I’m going to fix it. I have what you need, baby.”
“Yes! Please.”
He placed his crown at her opening and very deliberately inserted himself, stopping on each of her moans, kissing her cheeks. The feel of her swollen lips squeezing his girth and their combined juices was delicious when he tasted his fingers. He pinched her bud gently, rolling it around between his third finger and thumb, and then gently pulled. He felt the stretched opening of her channel and rimmed it with his fingers.
He pressed himself inside her and then held her pelvis up with one hand on her belly, gently raising the angle, pulling her onto him so he could plunder deeper still.
Her shoulder muscles rippled under her sweaty flesh. While fully seated, he could feel the spasms inside her milking him, begging him to spill. He kissed the back of her neck and swept aside her sweaty hair. He arched back to angle deep again, then leaned back, pulled her right thigh up and over in front of him, turning her onto her side, and fucked her at an angle, the delicious feel of flesh coating his member. His hands fondled her breasts. He watched her dazed eyes yearn for him to play her further.
He took her right hand, and together, they massaged his balls, traced the liquid outline of her opening, and then fed her the juices they’d made.
“Oh God,” she cried suddenly as she began to orgasm.
He flipped her onto all fours and furiously pumped her, her breasts overflowing in his hands. She grabbed the metal headboard tightly as he released himself to her.
The morning sun gave gentle warmth, their bodies glowing against the white hotel sheets. They lay facing each other, watching each other’s eyes until their breathing allowed speech.
“You’re incredible, Gretchen,” he said, still catching his breath.
“You make me incredible, Trace. I never knew sex could be like this. It’s like—”
He answered her smile with one of his own. “Like we’re brand new at this, discovering sex for the first time.”
She nodded. “Like wiping the slate clean.”
He dared not say anything more, because the night and now this morning were perfect. There would be time enough to let the real world come calling.
He was starved for a big breakfast. Gretchen smiled the whole time while they walked to the restaurant. She hardly touched her food, but avidly watched him shovel it in.
“What time did you tell her we’d be home?” she asked.
He fed her pancakes dripping with syrup. “God, I love those lips. Do you suppose those lips could—?”
“More coffee?” the perky waitress asked, holding up her round little pot half the size of her oversized boobs.
They both nodded, chuckling, and accepted the hot liquid.
“I’d give anything to see her expression if she’d really heard you,” Gretchen began. “But what I’d really like is to have you finish your sentence.”
She was blushing.
“I’m game.” Trace moved to sit in the booth closer to her. “I was wondering if those lips,” he continued as he fed her another forkful of pancakes, “would suck my dick when we get back to the hotel.”
“So Mrs. Gray doesn’t have to be back right away, then.”
“I told her noon. She said she was going to give them a painting lesson somewhere downtown, and then we’d meet her at your house at noon.” He kissed her syrup-drenched lips. “Hmmm. You taste good.”
She quickly scanned the room as if making sure no one she knew would hear her. “Then I’d probably have time to suck your dick. Maybe twice.”
He liked that she played along. “Now why didn’t I think of that? That would be perfect. I think I could be persuaded to make you scream my name again.”
Gretchen was still smiling when they left the restaurant.
“I like your smile, baby,” he whispered as they walked casually toward the hotel.
“You made that smile,” she answered and squeezed his hand.
Confident and content, he nodded in agreement.
Yes. He. Did.