"Do you want to go back to the party?" Rich asked
"No." Grace paused. "Do you?"
"No, just…checking."
Rich traced his fingers along Grace's spine absent-mindedly, almost not registering her hiss of pleasure, completely absorbed as he was by the creamy softness of her skin and the tiny ridges of bone that yielded slightly to his touch. He could see himself lying there forever just touching her, the girl with skin so soft it was barely there, the girl of the tangled hair, the girl of the wild eyes and bee sting lips. He wondered whether he had invented her, in a sick taunt against his ineptitude, maybe he was just about to wake up alone.
He smoothed his hand across her stomach, rolling her over to face him, determined that she should not take on a sudden dreamlike quality. She eyed him quizzically, then smiled as she recognised the raw need radiating from him, leant in, kissed him gently, smiling against his lips as she felt the excitement reawakening in him. He growled in the back of his throat and rolled her fully onto her back kissing her back urgently.
She threw her arms around his neck smiling uncontrollably.
"I love you." She whispered and the whisper became a pleasurable moan.
"Oh fuck!"
Rich pulled the covers over them both in fright as the door flew open. Nick. Alone and bewildered.
"Shit sorry guys, you seen Mini?"
"No, sorry."
"Yeah erm cool, yeah er…nice one!" Nick grinned at Rich, pulling the door behind him as he left.
"Fucking hell!" Grace moaned. "Talk about passion killer!"
"Don't be daft."
Rich flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms over her head.
"Now, where were we?"
Grace grinned, her breath catching in the back of her throat. She loved the weight of him on top of her, forcing her legs wide open with his body. She could feel him pressing urgently against her again and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
"Don't forget…"
Rich frowned, noting his predicament and not wanting to ruin the mood by letting her arms go but knowing he couldn't just go ahead. Spotting Grace's neck scarf on the floor he grinned and praised his girlfriend's boho tendencies.
Grace wriggled in delight as he tied her wrists to the bed frame and went to retrieve another condom from his jeans pocket. He couldn't resist teasing her a little while she was tied up, flicking his tongue across her stomach, up between her breasts, along her neck and up to the tip of her chin. He smiled into her neck as she hissed and wriggled beneath him bucking her hips into him and forcing her small perfect breasts up towards him.
"What do you want me to do?" He whispered evilly
"Fuck me Rich."
"What?"
"Fuck me. Hard. Please."
She was pulling at the scarf and pleading with her eyes but he wanted to know just how much she wanted him. He knelt between her legs, sliding his fingers up the insides of her thighs, just like before but this time she couldn't guide him and he didn't need it. He traced his way right to the top of her inner thigh and paused to look at her. She was glistening all over with sweat, her chocolate brown nipples were puckered and hard with excitement and when he glanced down between her legs, he could see just how much she wanted him. And she was his, all his. He smiled and slipped a finger inside her, eliciting a whimpering moan from her and a low growl rumbled in his own throat. She felt amazing and he couldn't wait to slide his cock inside her and feel her tight warmth enclosing him and her soft smooth body against his skin but for now he would wait, no matter how hard he was becoming, no matter how much his body wanted her. He wanted her to want him, need him, beg for him and then he could really let go. He added another finger and moved back and forth inside of her, watching her eyes the whole time; they were widened and she was panting heavily as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of her. He moved his knees forward, edging her legs open wider and as he did he slid in a third finger and she moaned loudly, her mouth dropping open slightly and her eyes fluttering closed.
"Yes." She gasped. "Yes! Oh Rich, yes!"
He could bear it no longer and in seconds he had pulled his fingers out of her, slipped the condom on his now aching cock and wrapped her legs around his waist, burying himself deep inside her. He rocked back and forth for a moment, steadying himself, holding back the wave that threatened to wash over him and gently grinding himself against Grace, driving her closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm. She was straining against her bindings in frustration.
"Please, let me touch you."
"You'll have to promise to be a good girl."
"I promise to be a bad girl."
"Even better." He grinned, pulling the knots free with a deft swipe of his hand.
Grace sighed happily, running her fingers across his cheeks and up into his hair as he started rocking again, She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hungrily, licking his tongue as she did, drawing a animalistic growl from his throat. He pulled her hips towards him, lifting her legs and placing them over his shoulders.
"You want me to fuck you hard Grace?"
"Yes! Oh yes, Rich!"
He thrust harder and harder, in and out of her, building up speed and rubbing her clit in circles as he did. She was clinging on to his backside with one hand and pushing back against the headboard with the other trying not to scream the place down.
"Oh Rich yes, keep doing that. Oh my god I'm..."
"Fuck, yes! Grace. Oh Grace."
He collapsed on top of her for a few seconds before getting rid of the used condom and coming back to her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her gently.
"I love you Grace."
"I love you."
"You really are fucking amazing."
She smiled.
AN- If anyone is still following this story, sorry it has taken so long (!) to update - really lost my mojo for a while. Hoping this will make up for it a little bit and hopefully more fun and frolics in the spare bedroom soon xxx
