Between her words and the look in her eyes, Oliver lost the battle with his responsible self control. He kissed her and then swept her up into his arms and made his way to his room. Placing her on her feet so he could open the door, she walked slowly into the room taking it all in. He closed the door behind him and was on Grace in a flash. His hands were in her hair and his mouth was on hers. They kissed heatedly for a few minutes before Oliver dropped his hands to push her robe off her shoulders and began kissing down her neck. She felt his teeth lightly scrape her jaw before landing on the spot just behind her earlobe. She gasped and Oliver smiled against her skin. "I love you Grace," he whispered as his lips moved back to her neck and down to her collar bone.
His hands moved down the length of her body and over her bottom. He could feel through the thin fabric of her nightgown that she had nothing on underneath. But it was pajamas, so why should she? He didn't have anything on under his either. He felt himself hardening so he pulled her against him. He felt her grind her hips ever so slightly and her hands moved to the buttons on his pajama top. Once his shirt was gone and she ran her hands across his broad, hard chest, he bunched her nightgown up and pulled it over her head. She stood there, completely bare in front of him and all she could think to do was slide her hands back up and around his neck and kiss him. She felt his large hands slide from the sides of her breasts all the way down to over her thighs and then back and forth. He turned her in his arms so her back was to him and wrapped an arm around her stomach pulling her back. "Come here," he said gruffly.
Soon he was on the bed with her between his legs, her back resting against his chest. His hand cupped her chin and turned her head up to look at him. Their lips met again as his hand slid down her body, over her breasts, and landed between her legs. His finger slid up and down her slit and he hummed in approval at how wet she was. Unsure how to react, her hips bucked back slightly at the touch. "Grace. Do you trust me love?" "With my life." "Just relax." He felt her lean more of her weight back against him and soon was rolling her hips at the feel of him. His finger found her little bundle and slowly began apply pressure there. His pace quickened as her breathing got heavier. He felt her tense in his arms again and her hand grasped his to still his movement. "Oliver!" She gasped. "Mmmm it's alright. Let go for me sweetheart," he whispered against the side of her head. The grip on his hand loosened and he felt her hand slide up his forearm and around to hold onto his bicep. Her other hand moved to where his was gently holding her thigh. She laced her fingers through his and arched her back into the hand furiously rubbing her clit. "That's it. Let go love." "Oh god. Oliver!" She squeezed his hand and pressed her head back into him and she came apart in his arms.
He kissed her until she came down from her high and before she knew it, she was laying on her back against the pillows. Oliver stood over her taking in the sight of her. His hands ran over her whole body until he slid her arms up over her head and bent down to kiss her slowly. "You are so beautiful." She smiled up at him. "I love you Oliver." His mouth travelled across her body placing soft kisses until he was down between her legs. His hands smoothed up and down her inner thighs before he gently spread her legs. He licked his lips and ran his tongue through her slit just as he had with his finger. Once again he felt Grace tense slightly beneath him. He ran his thumbs soothingly against the skin of her thighs and slowly flicked his tongue against her clit. That's what got her. She slid her hands over the smoothness of his head and applied slight pressure to hold him to her as she arched into his mouth. His tongue moved away from that sweet little spot and moved back to sliding along her slit. She tried to move her hips to get his mouth back where she needed it but he wouldn't budge. "Mmmm please Oliver." He pulled away to press a kiss to her thigh. He looked up at her and asked in a deep voice, "are you going to cum again for me?" She circled her hips and nodded her head. He smiled at her and looked down to see her bundle of nerves engorged and standing proudly peaking out between her lips. He couldn't resist. He placed a soft kiss to it before grasping it gently between his teeth. "Yes Oliver," she hissed and he pulled it between his lips and sucked hard while occasionally flicking his tongue. "Oliver!" She warned. He could tell she was right on the edge again. He scraped his teeth against her biting her clit gently. "Shit." It was the first time he heard profanity leave her lips. She arched her hips violently into his mouth and began to shake slightly at the force of her orgasm.
He slid up her body and found her lips with his own. She arched into him again and her center made contact with his now rock hard bulge. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he ground himself into her. Even through his pajamas pants he could feel how wet she was. Wanting to feel him, Grace reached down to push his pants off. He helped her remove his pants and pressed himself back to her grinding desperately. He pulled himself back wanting to position himself to enter her, but he had to pause to take the sight of her in. She had a fine sheen of sweat covering her making her body glisten and the hair around her face curl. Her eyes were clouded over as she looked up at him. Her lips were swollen and she pulled the bottom in between her teeth. Her arms were flung over her head legs lay open and she ran the toes of one foot up and down his calf. His eyes dropped to between her legs. She was wet. So wet she was almost dripping. Her clit still hard from his sucking was deliciously visible between her bright pink lips. With her legs spread he could see just how tight she was. He couldn't hold his tongue any longer, "My god. Look at you." She smiled lazily up at him.
He flicked his thumb against her clit until her legs fell open wider. Her hips rolled slightly and he could see her walls clench at the feel. He slid his pointer finger up and down until it was as wet as she was and then moved it to her opening. He pressed only slightly and heard her moan. He slid his finger up and down her slit a few more times before pressing his finger into her. She moaned loudly. "Grace," he growled back. "Oh god that feels good Oliver." Her hips were rolling more steadily now trying to take more of him. He added a second finger and Grace took off. Rolling and grinding until she was riding his fingers. Her moaning became louder and more frequent with an occasional "shit" or "oh god" escaping her lips. "Please Oliver." She moaned. "What Grace. Tell me what you need," he encouraged. "I want you inside of me." "Mmm I want you to cum first for me." "I can't. Oliver please. I can't cum again." "Yes you can. You're so close. Cum for me so I can make love to you," he whispered against her ear. He curled his fingers inside of her and Grace lost control for the third time. "Good girl."
Oliver removed his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth. She watched him suck her off his fingers and reached out to wrap her hand around his shaft. He was big. Bigger than Grace thought was possible. Running her hand up and down his length she felt how rock hard he was. She felt the veins popping out of the sides of his shaft. The head was big and fully erect as he was now, the tip of him was up past his belly button. Barely able to wrap her hand around him she wondered how something so long and thick would fit inside of her as she was tight and snug around his two fingers. He took himself from her hand and brought the tip to rub against her. He pushed gently against her opening and she looked up at him. "I love you Oliver," she whispered as if to give him permission. "Oh Grace. I love you too sweetheart. More than anything."
With that he pushed the head in as gently as he could and stopped. "More," she said. So he went deeper only slightly. "More Oliver. Please." He pushed again sliding a couple more inches into her. She groaned beneath him and he pulled slightly out. "More." "Grace, sweetheart," he tried. "Oliver." "I don't want to hurt you." Knowing from her earlier orgasms that her clit was a sensitive spot, Oliver slid his hand between them and started to rub her. She started losing control again and Oliver slipped deeper and deeper into her. Her fourth orgasm had her clenching Oliver tightly.
As her body calmed she slipped a hand between them surprised to find that Oliver still wasn't all the way in her. She ran her finger against the remaining shaft still outside of her. He looked down into her eyes and she nodded her head. He pressed his open mouth to hers and as their tongues met, he pushed himself the rest of the way inside of her. Her hips snapped up against him and before he knew it, her walls were clenching what felt like a steel rod. Orgasm number five had her pulsing around him and and clinging to him as tears filled her eyes. She couldn't form words but she was moaning and groaning loudly as her tears turned to sobs. "Grace. Have I hurt you?" "No. No it doesn't hurt. Oh god it feels good." More tears. "I need you Oliver." "I'm right here Grace. Tell me what you need." "Make love to me." And with that he slid himself almost all the way out of her slowly and with the same agonizing speed, slid back into her. His tongue found hers and he continued his slow pace. "Faster," she moaned. So he increased. "Yes faster!" "Grace," he warned. "Yes Oliver don't stop. Harder." He was losing control. She could feel it but she knew he was still holding back. "Let go Grace," Oliver pleaded. "With you," she begged. "I want you to cum inside me." "Grace. I can't," he growled. "Yes. Oliver please." God he felt good but she needed more. She wanted him deeper. Harder. Faster. "Fuck me Oliver."
That's all it took. He hiked her legs higher up on his hips and began to thrust hard into her. Her moaning turned into yelling as he pounded her. He felt her tighten around him. "Yes Grace. Let go. Cum for me." "With you." She begged through gritted teeth. "I'm right here Grace. Please. Fuck. You're tight." "Oh god. Oliver!" There it was. Orgasm six. Her walls clenched him and he thrust through her tightness once more before he exploded. "God damn!" He cursed. Grace felt his warmth spreading through her. "Mmmmmmm."
Oliver pulled out of her slowly and laid down beside her. "God we're good at that," he said. Grace smiled and rolled over to him. "I love you," he told her before leaning down to kiss her. "Mmm I love you too." She buried her face in his chest. "Grace," he spoke softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, "Annie will be waking up soon I'm sure. You should go try to get some more sleep. I'll try to keep her occupied for a while." She just nodded. He helped her up and back into her pajamas and robe before he walked her to her room. Her kissed her. "I love you so much sweetheart." "I love you too Oliver."
Grace felt like she was floating. She walked through her room to the bathroom to start the shower. As she reached to pull back the curtain her engagement ring caught her attention. Her stomach flipped and she smiled at the thought of her fiancé. Standing under the hot water, all she could think of was Oliver. She could feel him. She slid her hand between her legs to find herself still dripping. Grace knew having him cum inside of her was irresponsible, but in the moment she needed to be as close to him as possible, and damn it felt good. Reining it in, she finished her shower and put fresh pajamas on before climbing into bed. Emotions and physical exhaustion caught up to her and she fell asleep.