Maria has left us dinner in the oven, and Kyle gets it out and serves it on the island. As always, it smells wonderful.
“I’m becoming spoiled and too used to this lifestyle of yours,” I tell Kyle.
“I hope so, that way, you’ll never want to leave,” he says.
“You might want to leave me.”
He shakes his head. “Never going to happen.”
He makes me feel like the winner of a beauty contest. We chat as we eat dinner, and afterward, we carry a bottle of chilled wine and some glasses to the cozy living room. The lighting in there is muted, giving it a romantic atmosphere.
“My stylist will come the day after tomorrow with some clothes for you to pick from,” Kyle says. “You’ll enjoy it. Most women I’ve worked with do.”
I make a face. I don’t get my kicks from shopping for clothes, and while I don’t mind it, it’s not something I’m looking forward to. “What about my size?”
“I texted it to her,” Kyle says.
I don’t even want to ask what size he guessed I am. “Is the awards ceremony usually fun?”
Kyle shrugs. “Mostly depends on your company. This time will be fun for sure.”
“I’ve heard about the wild after-parties,” I continue.
Kyle gives me an amused look. “I don’t plan on attending any after-party. We’ll have our own wild after-party here at home.”
He places his wine glass on the table and does the same with mine. Then he pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him. I’m wearing a dress, and it rides up my thighs, exposing my lacy panties. Kyle doesn’t waste any time, and he slips his hand in and starts to stroke my pussy lovingly.
“You’re so wet,” he says.
“For you,” I tell him and sigh with contentment.
Chapter 25
Kyle
Grace’s panties are soaking wet, and she moans and then brings her mouth to mine. She takes charge, meshing her lips with mine. She tastes sweetly of wine. The combination of her taste and wine is intoxicating. I continue rubbing her pussy over her panties, and she presses herself to my hand.
I withdraw my hand from her pussy to caress her breasts without breaking the kiss. Her scent envelops me, drawing me into a world where nothing else exists except the pleasure we’re giving each other. She moans softly into my mouth as I rub her nipples through her dress.
She moves up and grinds her pussy against my erection, and I almost cream myself.
“Fuck, Grace,” I swear loudly.
“I love this,” she says as she coats her juices onto my pants. I cup her ass and help her move faster and harder.
I pull away from her mouth. “I want to be inside you, Grace.”
Without a word, she stands down and shimmies out of her panties. I unbuckle my belt fast and pull down my pants and boxer briefs. By the time Grace pulls her dress over her neck, removes her bra, and straddles me again, I’m naked from the waist down.
She rubs her breasts against my chest and then kisses me deeply. I move my attention to her breast, taking a nipple into my mouth. I suck on it hard while caressing her curvy ass.
“Oh yes, Kyle,” she says over and over again.
I raise her hips and move my cock to her entrance. She gasps when the bulging swollen head of my cock makes contact with her pussy lips. She lowers herself onto my cock and moans deeply as I slowly penetrate her.
She’s so fucking tight. I grasp her hips and pull her down all the way until she’s buried to the hilt. I guide her in long, slow strokes, moving her up and down on my impossibly hard cock. I close my eyes, trying to focus on something else apart from how close I am to coming.
I slide a hand between us and tease her clit as she bounces up and down on me. She lets out a series of whimpers as I circle her swollen nub. Her pussy tightens around my cock and then clenches around it.
Grace screams. “I’m coming.”
That’s all I need to hear. I let my control go, and my orgasm builds up to a crescendo, and my cock gushes out cum deep into Grace’s pussy. I let out a deep growl and hold her in place as I raise my hips up and down, pumping through the orgasm.
When it’s over, I slow down to a complete stop. Grace drapes her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. We stay that way for a few minutes as our breaths get back to normal. She’s the first to move, and as she tries to stand, I grip her hips to keep her in place.
She giggles. “What are you doing?”
“I like my cock inside you like this,” I tell her.
“Me too, but we can’t stay like this,” she says. “Besides, we have to clear the wine glasses, and our clothes are on the floor. We can’t let Maria find them tomorrow morning.”