For tudorrose33, again, who gave me such lovely updates on my birthday.
The door was closed, the key firmly turned in the lock. Their clothes were scattered across the floor. The bedlinen was soft and no doubt ludicrously expensive, all thrown asunder, pushed back on themselves at the foot of the bed.
Night had fallen around them, only a small few candles were lit, at the bedside. They seemed to have been kissing for hours.
Grace lay back, her body draped over one of the large silk-covered pillows. Her legs draped over Roland's lap, he sat up between her thighs, leaning forwards, kissing as much of her body as he could reach, touching her breasts tenderly with his hands. Her hair flicked backwards onto the sheets. She could feel his excitement pressing up against her buttocks, sighed as his hardness pressed against her soft flesh.
His kisses moved slowly, but undeniably downwards. His lips were soft, she could feel his tongue against her ribs.
"I love you, Grace," he murmured, his mouth moving around the curve of her hip, "I've wanted to do this for such a long time."
Her thighs tensed a little as his mouth moved down over the mound of her groin. Gently, he moved his hands over her skin, soothing her.
"I want to do this, let me do this for you."
His lips touched her and her head fell back with a moan. He seemed to breathe her in, moving closer and closer to her until his tongue was inside her, his thumbs gently holding her folds apart so that he could touch her core. The near-darkness was swimming before her eyes, the air was heavy with pleasure and heat; she writhed, he body arching off the bed, and he lapped at her, continuing to drink her in. She gave a hoarse cry from the back of her throat as she came.
By the time she had regained her senses, she was in his arms. He was cradling her tenderly, his body around hers, sheltering hers, his erection pressing a little, not insistently, against her thigh. He smiled as she met his eyes, leaning forwards to kiss her and she was not surprised to taste herself on his mouth.
"You're unbelievable," he whispered to her, his hand cupping her face softly.
"I love you," she murmured in reply, "That was wonderful."
"I'm glad," he replied, leaning up on his arms a little, kissing her again.
She groaned against his mouth, wrapping her arms gently around his neck. His hands rested softly by her sides, stroking her a little, touching her with the barest of contact, leaving her wanting more. She looked up at him steadily.
"I want to make love," she told him quietly, "I need you. Now."
His eyes shone in the dark as he leant forwards to kiss her again.
"Of course, my love," he told her in reply, "Anything for you."
He pressed kisses into her cheek, her other cheek, her brow, her neck; his hand moved to her breast, cupping it softly.
"This is the best thing to happen in my life," he told her quietly, settling between her thighs, "Being here with you."
"I know," she replied, her throat tight with emotion, "In mine too."
He kissed her once again, then moved so that he was with her. She crooned softly.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, throatily, "I want more."
He buried his face in her neck, and gave her what she asked.
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