"Are you sure?"
Rich pushed the bedroom door shut behind him as Grace kissed his neck.
"Yeah." Grace grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the bed.
Next door they could hear Mini and Nick moaning theatrically while banging and crashing around. Rich found it a strange turn on to know that other people were having sex nearby. He wondered if Alo and Franky were getting it on downstairs.
Rich was pulled out of his thoughts by Grace's lips as they found their way from his neck, up along his throat and to his mouth. She nibbled at his lower lip and pulled him down onto the bed with her. Rich couldn't believe what was happening, he looked down at Grace, she was flushed and seemed to be pleading with her eyes. He traced his fingers down her cheek, pausing at the notch at the base of her throat before tracing a path to her cleavage. He cupped her right breast gently, rubbing his fingers against the light cotton of her dress. Grace moaned and pulled him to her, kissing him fiercely. Rich worked his hand slowly down her body relishing the soft warmth of her until he found the hem of her dress. He paused sliding his fingers underneath and tugging upwards. Rich leaned back from her and pulled Grace's dress up over her head. He smiled appreciatively, lacy black underwear, very nice. He traced his fingers across the waistband of her knickers, grinning as she gasped and wriggled underneath him.
Grace reached up and pulled at his T-shirt, edging it upwards and exposing his pale flesh. She glanced appreciatively at the the fine strip of hair that ran from his belly button and disappeared into his jeans, biting her lip.
Rich sat up and raised his arms, allowing his t-shirt to be whipped off over his head. Grace was already fumbling with his belt buckle. He moved slightly to allow her access and all the while he was drinking in this new Grace, sexy Grace, and semi-naked Grace; soon to be naked Grace. He could feel himself getting really hard now; he'd managed to control himself quite well thus far but seeing Grace's beautiful body contorting underneath him, feeling her fingers against his skin, knowing what they were about to do. These things all ensured that blood flow was diverted straight to his crotch. She had managed to undo belt, button and zip and was now edging his jeans down over his hips, he got up and took off his trousers, boots and socks and lay back on top of her. She stroked her hand across his chest, down his side and ended up with her fingers edging at the waistband of his pants, all the while looking in his eyes as if for permission.
Rich groaned appreciatively and rolled over, taking her with him. Grace straddled him, still with her fingers in the waistband of his underwear. Rich reached behind her and clumsily unclipped her bra, easing the straps down her arms. Grace stared in his eyes as he tossed the lacy contraption across the room. She was so beautiful sitting there on top of him, he reached out his hands to cup her breasts, she smiled and leaned into him, gasping as he rubbed his thumbs roughly across her nipples. She moved forward to kiss him again and he slid his hands down the back of her pants, sliding them down her legs to be kicked off.
"Rich,"
"Mm?"
"Want you...now."
That was everything he wanted to hear, he felt like something had popped in his head, he felt giddy and had to stop himself from just coming in his pants right then. Rich rolled her over again and she slipped his pants down his legs and off.
"Now."
Grace bucked into him, he was hard; she could feel him prodding against her. He knelt in between her legs, running a hand up her inner thigh. Grace hissed appreciatively bucking her hips involuntarily. She came to her senses and placed her hand on his guiding him further up. He smiled, and slowly slid two fingers inside her, she was so wet and hot he could barely control himself. He remembered something he'd read somewhere and curled his fingers up as he moved them, he was met with moans and pants of his name and various expletives, and Grace pulling at him and pleading with her eyes again.
He was looking into her eyes again, questioning, making sure. She nodded and kissed him again, certain. He withdrew his fingers, reached over to the bedside table and grabbed something. She heard a metallic rip.
Grace leaned up on her elbow, taking the condom from his hand, smiling slightly. Rich smiled back at her and sat back allowing her to take over. She stroked her fingers gently along the length of him, smiling at the low growl that issued from his throat, she slowly started to unroll it, squeezing gently as she went. Rich moaned at the contact and then placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently but firmly back onto the bed and positioning himself between Grace's legs he slowly began to slide himself inside her.
Fuck that feels good.
She was so tight around him and he hoped he wasn't hurting her. He looked in her face for signs that he should stop but found none. Her eyes had slid shut and her lips were parted slightly. Moving slowly at first he tried to focus on not letting go and he knew if he threw himself into this he would come in three seconds flat what with all the build up and sexy naked Grace for stimulation. Her legs were wrapped tightly round his waist and she was matching his rhythm with thrusts of her own increasing the pace as he did. He shifted position slightly and Grace's eyes flew open.
"Fuck. Rich. So close."
She bucked wildly into him as he teetered dangerously on the edge of oblivion. Grace pulled his face toward hers and kissed him roughly panting and growing ever tighter around him. The blood was pounding in his ears as he finally came, feeling her go over the edge with him.
"You're fucking amazing." He whispered, collapsing into her
Grace arms rested loosely around his waist, her chest heaving as she calmed down.
"Fucking hell." She giggled, "That was fucking..." She flailed, lost for words.
"Yeah." Rich kissed her and nuzzled into her neck.
