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She came right away, and I pulled back because she didn’t need my help at all to ride this wave of pleasure. I watched her succumb to it while she moved her hand frantically, her hipsjerking off the couch. She jackknifed as she dropped her head back. It was beautiful to see Grace unleashed like this.

When her body finally started to calm down, I felt like I was going to explode. I needed to be inside her. I didn’t bother sitting back on the couch; I wanted her in a different position. When she opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath, I leaned in and held my hand out for her. She immediately put one in mine. I moved her until she was up on her knees, then turned her around.

“Grab the headrest, Grace. You’ll need it.”

She leaned forward until she could reach it, and I kneeled on the couch to be at the same level with her. I didn’t waste any more time. I slid in, and she pushed herself against me at the same time, taking me in to the hilt.

“Fuck, Grace.”

I’d wanted to ease in. I thought she needed it, but clearly I’d been wrong, as she could take all of me at once. Her moan was guttural. She was so damn snug around me that I could barely breathe. I needed a few seconds to compose myself before slamming into her. I had an almost animalistic pace that Grace enjoyed; I could tell by the way her body moved against mine, as if seeking even more friction. Her cries filled my living room, echoing around us.

This was what life was all about: being here with Grace, buried balls deep inside her. I didn’t need anything else in this moment, just to hear Grace cry out and feel her get even tighter around me.

“Gra—ce, fu—uck.” My voice broke twice on the two syllables, but this was just too good. Too intense.

She leaned even farther forward, and I realized she’d put her forearms on the top of the couch. She needed more leverage. I moved us deeper onto the couch because I wanted to maintain the angle, then started moving even faster. She laid her headon top of her crossed hands and her hair moved to one side, completely baring the side of her neck. I leaned over, placing a wet kiss just beneath her jaw.

“This is so good,” she panted. “I didn’t even know it could feel like that.”

I simply groaned in response; I was far too far gone to form sentences. Instead, I brought my hand to her clit. I only touched it twice, and Grace came. This woman was made for me. I could play with her body just the way I wanted to. The way she responded to my touch was insanely sexy.

Once more her entire body convulsed. She groaned loudly, calling my name. “Please don’t stop.”

I wasn’t going to even though I was going so hard that I was half afraid I’d break her. But she needed it, and so did I.

Her orgasm triggered mine. She was still coming, and judging by the way she clamped around my cock, she wasn’t done yet. Giving this woman pleasure was my life’s mission from now on. Every orgasm had to be like this one: never-ending and so powerful that she was now incoherent as well. I only understood “Zachary” and “Oh God.”

Her body started to relax and soften just as I rode out my own climax. I pushed in and out of her long after we were both done, until my dick started to relax too. Then I stilled but still didn’t pull out of her. I grabbed the shirt I’d discarded and put it under us on the couch as I finally pulled out and rested us both in a sitting position.

Grace’s face was completely flushed. She closed her eyes as if she was still processing everything. But as we sat next to each other, she opened them slowly and took a deep breath. Then she licked her lips. “I’m parched,” she whispered.

I grabbed my glass of bourbon from the coffee table and held it out for her. She took a sip and then dropped her head back.

“I’ll never be able to drink bourbon without remembering this evening,” she murmured.

“Fucking perfect,” I replied, realizing I wanted to give her as many memories as possible that she couldn’t sweep away. I wanted to make a mark.

“Um,” she whispered, looking down, “I think I should go clean up. Don’t want to make a mess. Good thinking with the shirt.”

“Let’s go together.”

She wrapped my shirt tightly around her lower body as we walked around the house. I had a small bathroom here that I rarely used, but it was the closest. She was covering her breasts with one hand.

“Grace, what are you doing?”

She licked her lips. “I don’t know. It feels a bit weird to walk around naked in your house.”

“We just had mind-blowing sex on the couch,” I reminded her.

“That was different,” she said in a low voice.

“Why are you whispering?” I asked on a laugh.

“I don’t know.”

I liked all facets of Grace, the shy one and the dirty talker from earlier. I kissed her forehead and pointed to the shower. “This is small. I’ve got a bigger one upstairs.”

“This will do,” she said quickly.