“We can go to the after-party together,” Skyler says, linking her arm with Kyle’s on the other side. “We have to celebrate your nomination.”
“We’re not going,” Kyle says. “Grace and I are going to celebrate privately at home.”
My chest swells to almost bursting proportions.
Skyler sulks and looks up at Kyle with a puppy face, a look that I’m sure has gotten her anything she wanted.
Kyle extricates himself from her hold and gives her a little bow. “Have a good night, and I’ll see you on set on Monday.”
Chapter 27
Kyle
Grace and I are like horny teenagers on the way home from the award ceremony. We make out as if it’s the first time we’re kissing, and by the time we get home, we’re panting and out of breath.
“Thanks, Ethan,” I say as we get out of the car and head to the front door.
Grace and I stroll to the kitchen, and as she heats up our dinner, I grab a bottle of chilled white wine from the fridge and carry it to the island with two glasses. “This is my kind of celebration,” I tell her as we settle down to eat.
“Mine too,” she says, her face still flushed out from the making-out we indulged in the car.
“Then dessert upstairs,” I say, and Grace fucking blushes. It turns me on to know she still has that innocence about her.
“I had a good time tonight,” she says, changing the topic.
I grin and humor her wish to move on from the plans I have for later. “Which part did you enjoy the most?”
I listen in amusement as she tells me the names of the celebrities she recognized, which don’t add up to a whole lot. We finish dinner, clean up, and head upstairs. In what I now think of as our bedroom, I put some slow music on and pull Grace into my arms.
“I want to dance with you while you’re all dressed up fancy,” I tell her.
She smiles and moves into my arms, draping her hands around my neck. Our bodies fuse together, and we start to rock back and forth.
“I’ve never slow danced in a bedroom,” Grace says.
“Me too. I like it.” I press my mouth to hers and inhale her scent as I swirl my tongue around hers. The smell of her intoxicates my senses, and I take time exploring her mouth. I’ve longed for this all evening, to have Grace to myself and in my arms.
She runs her hands over my chest, flaming my arousal with her fingers. She moans in my mouth as I play with her nipples over her dress. An urge to feel the evidence of her arousal comes over me, and I snake a hand under her dress.
My breath hitches as my finger comes into contact with her very wet panties. “Fuck Grace, your panties are soaked through.”
“That’s what you do to me,” she says in a husky voice.
I press her clit through the thin material of her panties.
“More,” she says.
I reluctantly pull my hand away and take her to the bed. She lays on her back, and I get between her legs and pull down her panties.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” I growl.
She throws them apart, and I dive in and swipe a flat tongue along her slit. My cock feels confined and like it will burst, but it was to wait. My woman’s needs come first.
I find her clit and circle the tip of my tongue on the swollen nub. Grace raises her hips and grips my head. She tastes of summer and sweetness, and I can’t get enough of her. I push a finger in and pump it in and out while still teasing her clit. The sounds coming from her change, growing more frantic, and I know she’s close to coming.
“Come for me, baby,” I tell her.
She pants, and her muscles tighten around the finger going in and out of her. I add another finger and increase the pace. Seconds later, she cries out, and her body starts to tremble as she orgasms. Grace is beautiful when she’s coming. She throws her head back as if she has no care in the world except for the pleasure she’s experiencing.
When she comes down from her orgasm, I get up and quickly strip off my clothes. She turns around and positions herself on all fours. I slap her ass lightly before aligning my cock on her entrance and then thrust in.
“Fucking hell, you’re so tight.”
“Oh God,” Grace whimpers as I bury my cock to the hilt. “Please.”
I love to hear her beg like that as if she can’t get enough of my cock, which makes us even as I can’t get enough of her. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, interspersed with our moans of pleasure.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I increase the pace of my thrusts and fuck her hard. This is heaven. I’m the luckiest man on Earth right now. I’ve found my perfect woman.