My Worthiness is All My Grace, Part Two
Yes, I know this is about 3 months late! What can I say; I'm a bad girl. Thanks to all who R&R'd part one. Hope this is worth the wait! Rated R for mature themes, please see part one for disclaimers.
Will stretched out on his bed, luxuriating in the feel of the high thread count dark green cotton sheets. He'd stripped off his pants and was now clad in his t-shirt and black silk boxers. His head was spinning, and not just from the wine. Grace? Him? Both of them drunk and emotionally vulnerable, should they really do this? Was that why they were going to have sex? Or was there something more to it somewhere? And did he really want to delve into it?
'And can you stop thinking like a lawyer for even five minutes?' He asked himself with a laugh. He knew the answer.
Further contemplation came to a halt as Grace entered, closing the door behind her. "I locked the front door," she said. "I didn't want Jack and Karen coming in and interrupting. Or trying to watch."
"Yes, free porn is one of Jack's little joys in life," Will said.
She laughed. She'd cleaned up and changed into a long silvery lace nightgown.
"Pretty," he said. "Is that new?"
"Yeah. I was going to wear it for Leo, but." her voice trailed off.
"Well, you look beautiful," he said.
Her face glowed with happiness from his comment. "Thank you."
He smiled in apprehension, wondering how this was going to get started. He didn't have to wonder long: in one fluid motion Grace leaped onto the bed and straddled him.
"Have you been practicing that?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah. It's part of my routine for the sex Olympics," she said.
"Wow, that's um, at least a nine point seven," he joked.
"Will?"
"Yes, Grace?"
"Stop talking so I can kiss you."
And he did, and she did.
He was startled to learn that the feelings he'd had in the living room hadn't gone away with their brief separation, as he'd thought might happen. When she kissed him his body responded just as eagerly. He could taste the sweet blackberry wine in her mouth. His breath came faster and when her hands wandered down to his nipples a jolt of desire shot through him.
His head fell back on the pillow. He moaned as her lips trailed down his neck. It felt so good! Every inch of him seemed to ache to be touched. It had been so long. He drew a deep breath, feeling her hands and mouth as though they were a part of him.
"Sweetie, relax," she murmured, as he tensed reflexively when her hands went below his waist. "Trust me."
"I do trust you, Grace," he answered. It was so different, a woman's hands. Gentler, more delicate, but sure of themselves. Her fingers stroked him through the silk and he felt himself responding. He sighed.
After a few minutes of her kisses and caresses Will found he could no longer remain passive. Curiosity and desire rose up in him and he reached out to her, hesitantly at first, then with more boldness as she gasped encouragement, sliding his hands up and down her body in the cool smooth nightgown. This, too, was different. The curves, the softness.
She caught his slight smile. "What?" She asked.
He shook his head. "I was just thinking of how long it's been since I touched a woman."
"Diane, you mean," she said, a tinge of jealousy in her voice.
"Yes, Diane," he answered. "Gracie. does that really still bother you?"
"Kind of," she sighed. "I mean, I understand your reasons, I really do. But there's still a little hurt." She rested her cheek on his chest.
"Hey." He gently tugged on her hair until she rose up and looked at him. "Diane is long gone, Grace. You're the only woman in my life, so to speak," he said.
"I know," she smiled. "Okay. We need to make like a country song."
"What?"
She whipped his t-shirt over his head. "A little less talk and a lot more action."
"Are you peaking early? Or have you been possessed by the sex aliens from outer space?"
She gave him a feral grin. "Resistance is futile."
"I believe it!"
They both giggled, and Grace took his face in her hands again and kissed him. There was no more talking after that, only sighs punctuated by soft gasps.
Will wasn't certain how they became naked, only that they were. In the dim haze of desire he felt Grace suddenly sit up, then crawl on the bed over to his dresser. A drawer opened.
"Hey, take it easy with my delicates," he joked.
No response at first. Then an indignant: "So this is where my new pair of silk boxers went! I hadn't even gotten to wear them!"
"I can't help it if your underwear migrates!" Will protested.
"Mmm-hmm," Grace retorted. "Damn!" She said softly, closing the drawer. "Only one left."
"Isn't that enough?" He asked feebly. "I'm out of practice, you know. And that's with men!"
"Right. Ok, little Willie, time to wrap you like a pig in the blanket."
"Grace, couldn't you have used a more sexual metaphor?" Will asked, eyebrows scrunching up into his hairline.
"Sorry. I'm getting hungry."
"Yeah, well, if I see a ketchup bottle anywhere remotely near "little Willy" I'm gonna dose you with sauerkraut!"
"Mmmm, tempting," she laughed, sliding back up to Will and handing him the condom with one hand while maintaining his interest with the other. What followed was a dialogue worthy of an R-rated SNL skit:
"Mmpb.. hey, when did these things get so tight?"
"Wishing thinking, Truman."
"I'm serious! Is it possible to gain weight there?"
"Obviously you haven't had any in so long you've forgotten how to do this. Let me help."
"Grace, I think I can put on my own condom, thank you."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't know! Maybe because I'm drunk."
"Like you've never had drunk sex before!"
"Must you bring up every sordid little detail of my sex life?"
"Here, let me help you. At this rate, by the time you're ready, I'll be dried up from menopause."
"If you'd just--"
"Here, just roll it back down a little."
"Would you watch it?! You're gonna--"
Suddenly Will yelped. The condom snapped off his penis and hit the floor with a wet thud.
Yes, I know this is about 3 months late! What can I say; I'm a bad girl. Thanks to all who R&R'd part one. Hope this is worth the wait! Rated R for mature themes, please see part one for disclaimers.
Will stretched out on his bed, luxuriating in the feel of the high thread count dark green cotton sheets. He'd stripped off his pants and was now clad in his t-shirt and black silk boxers. His head was spinning, and not just from the wine. Grace? Him? Both of them drunk and emotionally vulnerable, should they really do this? Was that why they were going to have sex? Or was there something more to it somewhere? And did he really want to delve into it?
'And can you stop thinking like a lawyer for even five minutes?' He asked himself with a laugh. He knew the answer.
Further contemplation came to a halt as Grace entered, closing the door behind her. "I locked the front door," she said. "I didn't want Jack and Karen coming in and interrupting. Or trying to watch."
"Yes, free porn is one of Jack's little joys in life," Will said.
She laughed. She'd cleaned up and changed into a long silvery lace nightgown.
"Pretty," he said. "Is that new?"
"Yeah. I was going to wear it for Leo, but." her voice trailed off.
"Well, you look beautiful," he said.
Her face glowed with happiness from his comment. "Thank you."
He smiled in apprehension, wondering how this was going to get started. He didn't have to wonder long: in one fluid motion Grace leaped onto the bed and straddled him.
"Have you been practicing that?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah. It's part of my routine for the sex Olympics," she said.
"Wow, that's um, at least a nine point seven," he joked.
"Will?"
"Yes, Grace?"
"Stop talking so I can kiss you."
And he did, and she did.
He was startled to learn that the feelings he'd had in the living room hadn't gone away with their brief separation, as he'd thought might happen. When she kissed him his body responded just as eagerly. He could taste the sweet blackberry wine in her mouth. His breath came faster and when her hands wandered down to his nipples a jolt of desire shot through him.
His head fell back on the pillow. He moaned as her lips trailed down his neck. It felt so good! Every inch of him seemed to ache to be touched. It had been so long. He drew a deep breath, feeling her hands and mouth as though they were a part of him.
"Sweetie, relax," she murmured, as he tensed reflexively when her hands went below his waist. "Trust me."
"I do trust you, Grace," he answered. It was so different, a woman's hands. Gentler, more delicate, but sure of themselves. Her fingers stroked him through the silk and he felt himself responding. He sighed.
After a few minutes of her kisses and caresses Will found he could no longer remain passive. Curiosity and desire rose up in him and he reached out to her, hesitantly at first, then with more boldness as she gasped encouragement, sliding his hands up and down her body in the cool smooth nightgown. This, too, was different. The curves, the softness.
She caught his slight smile. "What?" She asked.
He shook his head. "I was just thinking of how long it's been since I touched a woman."
"Diane, you mean," she said, a tinge of jealousy in her voice.
"Yes, Diane," he answered. "Gracie. does that really still bother you?"
"Kind of," she sighed. "I mean, I understand your reasons, I really do. But there's still a little hurt." She rested her cheek on his chest.
"Hey." He gently tugged on her hair until she rose up and looked at him. "Diane is long gone, Grace. You're the only woman in my life, so to speak," he said.
"I know," she smiled. "Okay. We need to make like a country song."
"What?"
She whipped his t-shirt over his head. "A little less talk and a lot more action."
"Are you peaking early? Or have you been possessed by the sex aliens from outer space?"
She gave him a feral grin. "Resistance is futile."
"I believe it!"
They both giggled, and Grace took his face in her hands again and kissed him. There was no more talking after that, only sighs punctuated by soft gasps.
Will wasn't certain how they became naked, only that they were. In the dim haze of desire he felt Grace suddenly sit up, then crawl on the bed over to his dresser. A drawer opened.
"Hey, take it easy with my delicates," he joked.
No response at first. Then an indignant: "So this is where my new pair of silk boxers went! I hadn't even gotten to wear them!"
"I can't help it if your underwear migrates!" Will protested.
"Mmm-hmm," Grace retorted. "Damn!" She said softly, closing the drawer. "Only one left."
"Isn't that enough?" He asked feebly. "I'm out of practice, you know. And that's with men!"
"Right. Ok, little Willie, time to wrap you like a pig in the blanket."
"Grace, couldn't you have used a more sexual metaphor?" Will asked, eyebrows scrunching up into his hairline.
"Sorry. I'm getting hungry."
"Yeah, well, if I see a ketchup bottle anywhere remotely near "little Willy" I'm gonna dose you with sauerkraut!"
"Mmmm, tempting," she laughed, sliding back up to Will and handing him the condom with one hand while maintaining his interest with the other. What followed was a dialogue worthy of an R-rated SNL skit:
"Mmpb.. hey, when did these things get so tight?"
"Wishing thinking, Truman."
"I'm serious! Is it possible to gain weight there?"
"Obviously you haven't had any in so long you've forgotten how to do this. Let me help."
"Grace, I think I can put on my own condom, thank you."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't know! Maybe because I'm drunk."
"Like you've never had drunk sex before!"
"Must you bring up every sordid little detail of my sex life?"
"Here, let me help you. At this rate, by the time you're ready, I'll be dried up from menopause."
"If you'd just--"
"Here, just roll it back down a little."
"Would you watch it?! You're gonna--"
Suddenly Will yelped. The condom snapped off his penis and hit the floor with a wet thud.