He rested his knee on the bed. His palm curved around the back of her neck as he lowered her to the mattress. Grace scooted backwards against the cool sheets until her head met the pillow. Tom leaned over her and planted his hands either side of her body.
He took a moment to drink in the view of her. Her nipples tightened and her skin heated under his gaze. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him until desire and curiosity got the better of her. Grace's eyes darted down his body, to the pulsing shaft between his thighs. Her cheeks flushed at the sight. "I want to touch it, Tom," she said.
He straddled her and ran his fingertips from her neck down to her belly. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. A sudden smile broke across his face. "Touch what?" he asked, raising his brows.
Grace closed her eyes. He understood full well what she meant. For some reason he wanted her to say it. "Your cock," she said softly, building the courage to look at him again.
His elbows came to rest either side of her head. His chest brushed hers as he pressed a kiss to her lips. "Do you have any idea how appealing you are right now?" he asked. He moved his mouth over her throat, licked the lobe of her ear. "Anywhere, Gracie. Touch me anywhere."
She smiled. She looked into his eyes and spread her palms over his chest, enjoying the crinkling of hair under her fingertips. She caressed his nipples, taking pleasure in the tremor that ran through him. "I like your body, Tom. Always have."
He took her mouth with gentle abandon, pressing his tongue against hers. "I've wanted to get my hands on you for years," he said against her lips.
"Really?" Grace let her palms glide over his stomach as he hovered above her. His muscles clenched beneath her fingers. She loved the way every small touch garnered a reaction. "I never would've guessed. You've always been such a pain."
"What can I say?" Tom dipped his head and licked her nipple. "You bring out the best and worst in me." His breath was warm against her skin. He drew her nipple between his lips, suckling on the tender bud.
Her mouth dropped open and her hips slowly undulated. She followed the line of dark hair down his stomach until her hands wrapped around him. His groan of appreciation vibrated against her breast. He was hot and hard. He gave a shallow thrust into her palm and tugged on her nipple with his lips.
The breath caught in her throat. The skin of his shaft was silky smooth. She ran her fingertips along the length of him and tentatively stroked his balls. Moisture dotted the head of his cock. Grace used her thumb to spread the slick droplets. "Am I...am I doing this right?"
He lifted his head and nipped at her lower lip. "You're doing everything right," he said. He lowered his body until his chest pressed against hers and her breasts flattened under his weight. "You're perfect."
She smoothed her hands over his back as tenderness swelled inside her. He pressed his lips to hers and sank his hands in her hair. His tongue flickered over hers, tasting and retreating, only to dip back inside again. His erection nudged her belly. She writhed beneath him.
Grace parted her thighs and moaned against his mouth when he settled between them. His cock probed her warm entrance. She wedged her hand between their bodies and touched him again. She loved the feel of him, the heat, the silky skin. Her fingers encircled his thick length and realisation had her brows drawing together. "Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
Tom pulled back from her. He kissed the frown from her forehead. "I'll try my very best not to." He slid a condom from the drawer in the bedside table and tore it from the wrapper. Grace watched as he leaned back on one elbow and smoothed it over his shaft. He positioned himself back between her thighs and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. "You okay?"
She nodded. "I just want you inside me."
He groaned. "Gracie, I can't get enough of you." Tom captured her mouth with his. His lips moved over hers patiently, thoroughly, stirring chaos inside her. She swept her hands down his back, curving them over his arse. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, making her hips move and her breath catch as he slid inside her just a little. He moved his attention to her breast, working her nipple into a taut, aching peak with his thumb.
She felt the mounting pressure. Bit by bit he pushed further inside her and she stretched to accommodate his girth. His hands and mouth kept her so busy she could barely concentrate on the sensation.
When he reached that final barrier, he pulled her hands up beside her head, interlacing his fingers with hers against the pillow. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. "You're sure?"
She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at his lower back. "Yes."
Tom squeezed her hands and plunged inside her.
She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut. She expanded around him as he drove deep, filling her completely. Tears leaked from her closed lids. His shaft was suddenly embedded within her, sheathed in her warmth. He stilled his movements, resting against her. His chest hair grazed her nipples, his fingers tightened reflexively in hers. She felt his tongue touching her tears, heard his restrained breaths as he tried to control his own needs.
She opened her eyes and saw the concern in his. He kissed her softly as his hips began a slow, rocking motion. "Did I hurt you?"
Grace pulled her hands from his and wiped the moisture from her face. "It wasn't so bad."
"You were very brave." Tom gave her a solemn look, but she could see the humour hiding behind it. He leaned on his elbow and wrapped his other arm around her. He pulled her close while he thrust gently. "Does my cock feel good inside you?"
"Mmm...yes." She looked into his eyes while his hips pumped against hers. "Does it feel good for you?"
He gave a hard thrust that had her mouth dropping open. "You have no idea, Gracie."
He stroked her hair, kissed her lips. He whispered words of encouragement to her, all the while invading her body with his hot length. Grace was swept away with the pleasure of it all. His hair-coarsened skin grazed her softness. His rasping stubble made her feel so feminine. Her every sense was heightened.
He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and kissed her throat. His cock withdrew almost all the way and plunged back inside her. Grace tilted her head on the pillow and gasped. The gentle pumping of his hips made her moan; his powerful thrusts made her stomach flutter and pleasure streak through her.
She had a suspicion he was holding back, taking it slow for her benefit. She could feel it in his bunched muscles and his strained breaths against her neck. "Can you...can you do it harder?"
He kissed the underside of her jaw, flicked his tongue over her chin. He dipped his hands into the sides of her hair and held her still. "You want me to fuck you?" His eyes met hers and a corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy little smile.
The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver running through her. Her nipples tightened. Grace barely recognised the breathy whisper that came next. "Yeah, I do."
He groaned and rested his forearms either side of her head. He ground his hips against her. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Tom pressed a kiss to her brow and shoved his length hard inside her. "Tell me when to stop."
She slid her hands along his back, hooking them over his shoulders. "I won't."
He spoke softly against her ear. "I like a challenge," he said. With that he scooped her rear in his palm and lifted her slightly from the mattress. He raised his chest from hers and braced himself on one hand. Tom looked into her eyes and drove his cock inside her.
Grace felt her back bow with the pressure. Pain was replaced by the most intense pleasure. She tipped her chin and cried out. She pulled her hands from around him and swept her palms over her breasts. Grace caressed her nipples, rubbing her fingertips over the hardened buds. Her body jolted with the strength of his thrusts.
"You like that, Gracie?" He watched her closely. Through the haze of pleasure it dawned on her that he was keeping a close eye on her, looking for any signs of discomfort.
"Yes." The breaths panted out of her. She turned her head restlessly on the pillow and pushed her breasts together, teasing her nipples.
"You want more?"
Her body twisted and she let out a loud moan when he altered the angle of his thrusts.
"I guess that answers my question," he said. Tom settled back on his haunches and slid his hands up her thighs. He gripped her waist and pulled her back against him to meet each glide of his pumping hips.
She met his gaze. The intensity of the eye contact alone almost made her lose what little control she had left. Her hand drifted down her belly, fingers dipping into her heat. She caressed the place where their bodies joined, enjoying the feel of his slippery cock as it plunged and retreated.
"You're gonna make me come doing that." Tom's mouth curved in a half smile. His fingers dug into her hips and tension gathered in his forearms.
She felt proud of herself for some strange reason. Grace returned his smile and rubbed her fingertip over her engorged clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache built inside her, gaining pressure until she felt she would burst. Her limbs tightened. She flicked her nipple and stroked her clit. Her lips parted and she watched him through half-closed lids. A vein pulsed in his neck and his jaw clenched tightly.
Grace arched her back and pushed hard against him. Her hips lifted from his hands and she let out a long, guttural moan as her body convulsed.
"Oh, Christ." Tom leaned back over her, pressing his body along the length of hers. "You sexy, sexy woman." He crushed his mouth to hers as she shuddered beneath him. He kept her in place with his arms braced either side of her. His continuing thrusts drew aftershocks that left her weak. Grace wrapped her legs around him and gripped his forearms. He let loose then, the breath shaking from his nose as he kept his mouth joined with hers. She felt the pulsing of his cock as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside her. His body tensed for one long moment and he groaned deep in his throat.
His limbs suddenly turned to water and he collapsed on top of her. His stomach clenched against hers as he drew in air.
Grace leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She swept her hair from her forehead and stroked his back while her pulse settled. Her body felt used...in a very good way. Relaxed and languid. She was tender now the passion had subsided, but it was a pleasant pain; a reminder of the wonderful moment they'd shared.
And now it was over.
Grace shifted beneath him, uncomfortable and awkward now their desire had been spent. She didn't want to overstay her welcome, but she didn't want to run like a scared rabbit either. She'd been under no illusions going into this; she wouldn't start entertaining thoughts of a future now. "What happens next in these situations?" she asked softly. "Am I supposed to go?"
"Like Hell." He kissed her neck and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He encircled her in his arms and held her close. Grace felt her heart hammer with hope as she leaned on his chest. He swept his thumb over her cheek and gazed at her. "Stay with me, Gracie."
She watched him in silence, surprised by the look of uncertainty in his eyes. She'd never known him to be hesitant about anything. He'd been tender and kind today when she'd needed him most. He'd looked after her like she'd known he would.
A slow smile spread across her face as he urged her mouth down to his.
Maybe she'd entertain thoughts of a future after all.