Chapter 4
Jack
It hits me as soon as I take her to her place that Grace is not the kind of woman I’m used to. She’s beautiful and sweet and innocent. Sweat drips down my face at the effort I need to keep myself from coming.
I stay still to give her body time to get used to my size and also to bring myself back under control. I look down on her and meet her trusting gaze, and I feel like a bastard. I can bet my last dollar that Grace has never had a one-night stand. And I know that to her, this is not simply casual sex as it is for me.
She’ll want more, and regret floods me. I shouldn’t have come home with her. I feel as if I’m soiling her pure heart. She’s not like the crazy women I’ve been involved with in the past.
“More,” she says, pulling me back into the present.
The urge to come is gone, and I slowly pull out, drawing out our pleasure for as long as I can. I groan as her pussy walls clench around me as if milking me. I turn my mind away from the gorgeous woman under me and try to think of mundane stuff. Anything to keep from coming. I’ve never had this problem before, but then again, I’ve never been with a woman who could probably count the lovers she’s ever had on one hand. It’s exhilarating to know that I’m not a face in an anonymous list of men who’ve slept with Grace.
We lock eyes as I thrust in and out of her. It’s weird, but it feels more than sex. More than the physical. I try to shake off the alien feeling, thrust harder, and Grace screams. She wraps her legs around my neck as if to bring me closer. A need to kiss her comes over me, and I gently lower her legs and lean forward. I capture her mouth in mine, and she digs her nails into my shoulders. She rolls her hips in time to my thrusts and lets out whimpers that go straight to my cock. I drive into her until she screams as an orgasm comes over her.
“Jack,” she says until her voice goes hoarse.
It helps that in my job I’m used to taking on other characters, and it doesn’t seem odd to me for a woman to shout another dude’s name. Hell, I’ll take on any name just to see her writhing with pleasure like this.
I’d planned to ride through her orgasm and make her come again before letting loose, but I’m unable to help myself. I groan as the mother of all orgasms rocks every part of me, and for a few seconds, my vision goes black.
I pull myself out and get off the bed. I assume that the door on the other side leads to the bathroom, and I head there to clean myself up. I have this weird thing that I have to take a shower after sex.
This situation, however, is a first for me. I’ve never not been in my own environment where I’m calling the shots. Still, I need that shower. If Grace complaints about it, then so be it. I turn on the shower and adjust the settings to warm. I reach for her shower gel and grin when I see that it’s a floral fragrant. I’ll smell like Grace when I leave the shower, but I’m not complaining. I squeeze a generous amount into my hand and rub it all over myself from head to toes. It’s when I’m rinsing myself that a knock comes on the door. Before I can answer, it swings open.
“I thought you might need this,” Grace says, holding out a light blue towel.
“Thanks. Do you want to join me?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” she says with laughter in her voice. She steps in.
She has a perfect hourglass figure, womanly but firm. My cock lurches as she steps into the shower, and my gaze zeroes in on her dark triangle of pubic hair.
I grab her washcloth and squeeze shower gel into it. “I’ll do the washing.” I step up to her and gently rub the washcloth around her neck and shoulders. I rub circles around her breasts, and with each circle, I get closer to her nipples. I take my time, and by the time I get to her nipples, they are hard bullets against her chest.
“You’re exquisite, Grace; you know that?”
“You make me feel exquisite,” she says.
I drag my hands away from her breasts to her belly and then to her pussy. I stroke her gently with the washcloth. Her moans fill the small room, and when I leave her pussy and move to her thighs, she lets out a noise of protests.
I chuckle. I love how responsive her body is to my touch. “All in good time.”