GRACE
“Stay with me,” he said with a voice heavy with yearning, a kind that resurrected the feelings I had killed and buried within myself years ago.
Aside the fact that Connor Shelby had a charm and body that was too hard to resist, I couldn’t deny the glaring truth in me that I needed him. I needed him inside of me.
I stared into his eyes after he said those words, and with all the courage I had been garnering ever since the moment we met at Dior’s Diner, I asked him to take me to his room.
I saw a hint of surprise flit across his eyes as he took my hands and walked me out of Laurel’s room, quietly closing the door behind him to avoid waking her up.
With our fingers still clasped together, he led me to the door next to Laurel’s room, turn the knob and pushed it open.
I took a mental note of the room’s vastness. It was dimly lit. A restrained smell of lavender welcomed me and had me dizzy in pleasurable kind of way. The walls, padded like a popular music producer’ studio, were absorbing the soft blue-green light. There was a four poster bed at the middle of the wall opposite. It was so wide ten people could sleep comfortably on it and still manage to dream of heaven.
I mean the bed had cloud-white duvets as well as sky-blue pillow covers. I could safely say Connor Shelby was obsessed with the color blue. But I was going to ask him later.
“Your room is…. blue and beautiful.
“Thanks,” he smiled and drew me gently to himself. “You look stunning, Grace, not just today but every single day since I met you.”
He spoke so feathery-soft all I could see at that moment were his full lips quivering like my heart. He was close, too close I could feel the heat building from my depth. But the moment he bent his head to lock his lips with mine, the heat got more intense.
I closed my eyes to feel the moment properly. It tasted like Champagne, like all the good stuffs I had denied myself all through the years. I felt all the shackles breaking off me, breaking off my will to be cautious as I stepped closer into his arms and wrapped my hands around his neck.
He stiffened and then relaxed wrapping his hands around my waist and then drawing me in, kissing me with a passion that took my breath away. I kissed him back, eating away at his upper lips, stroking his tongue with my tongue while he consumed my lower lip with his tongue deep inside my throat.
He broke the kiss slowly and looked into my eyes with his eyes so dark, I could read every single feeling in them.
“What do you want, Grace?” he asked with a hoarse whisper.
“You… I want you,” my voice trembled as I spoke without thinking, I couldn’t imagine being away from him for a moment as this.
“I want you too, Grace, I want you so much, the need of you is driving me insane,” he said with so much sincerity in his voice, goosebumps sprouted all over my skin. Then he brought his hands to my dress’ zipper, taking it down in one stroke.
My dress fell to the ground like a candy getting unwrapped, leaving me standing there before Connor with my black bra and panties.
“You look so beautiful, Grace,” he confessed, staring at my legs. He raised his hands to my bun and gently dragged it lose, causing my hair to cascade onto my shoulders like little, static waterfalls. “There…” he murmured, and in one swift movement I was carried to his bed.
He laid me so carefully I couldn’t help but feel like an egg. “You’ve got the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen, Grace,” his voice came out huskily as he joined me on the bed.
He took off his clothes without hurry, all the while gazing down at me with a dark cloud over his eyes. Naked, he crawled up to me without resting his body on mine. His body was breathtaking, the firm abs, sturdy arms, broad shoulders, he looked like someone who knew how to take care of their own body.
I raised my hands instinctively to touch his chest, feel the hardness of his muscles and trace the lines his veins made across his arm’s length. He shivered as my hands went further down his body to his pubic hair.
As if he couldn’t take it anymore, he lowered his head, burying it in the crook of my neck, inhaling a lung full of me before kissing every inch of my upper body, then slipping the straps of my bra from my shoulders with his teeth. The moment he worked his way down to my breast, a loud gasp escaped my throat.
He caught my hard nipple in his mouth and began massaging, sucking, nibbling, while his hands worked on the other breast. Our breaths were labored, I felt a wetness in my underwear. The desire to have him inside of me burned through.
I admitted without shame I needed him, just as I did years ago. Nothing had really changed. Our mutual cravings never diminished for once, rather it seemed to have matured like fine wine.
“I want you, Connor,” I breathed, almost weeping with the urgency to have him.
He left my breast and trailed down my stomach with wet kisses then took off my panties and continued his kisses down there, where he stopped and spread my legs wide apart, burying his head inside my thighs and thrusting his tongue into my wet core.
My mind went numb at the contact, my body shivered and my legs went completely limp. What was he doing to me?
As if he could read my mind, he removed his tongue and slid one finger in, causing me to grab his hair in response. He added another finger, sliding in deeply, I felt my whole body explode in unendurable ecstasy.
I dug my fingers into the skin of his shoulders, writhing like a demon possessed person. He got back up and entered me slowly, drawing a shrill cry from me and then began thrusting hard and hard, desperately pressing his hips against mine. I held him fiercely and shut my eyes. I must confess I loved the feel of him filling my body, loved the sound of his harsh breathing marching my own and the smell of his hair and skin when he closed the space between us. And as the beat accelerated, his soft throaty grunts and sheer swift thrusts synchronized so well with my own cry of release followed by his deeper throatier one as he shuddered on top of me.
He kissed me with spent lips, collapsed on me and moved down to rest his face in between my breast. I wrapped my arms around him and listened as his breathing came back to normal.
“I love you, Grace.” he said with a tired voice but my heart melted anyway. I couldn’t tell him I loved him back, I didn’t know if that was what I was feeling at this point, but I knew I wanted him, and for now, that was enough to hold on to.
I kissed his hair, and closed my eyes to catch some sleep as my body was beginning to feel a wave of fatigue.
“Grace?” he asked softly, “are you making love to me?”
“No, I’m going to sleep,” I mumbled.
“I think we might have a problem.” When I raised my head to look at him questioningly he added, “I want you again.”
I moved my hand down his body and found that he wasn’t kidding, and heard him say, “I think it’s found home at last and doesn’t want to leave it.”
Connor demanded me with a slow and sensuous loving that was so different from the frantic passion of the first time that I was moved to tears. I felt as if he was using his body to tell me how much he cared for me, and I could only respond the same way, welcoming him inside of me once again without reserve or caution.
“I’m here to stay, Grace, I’m not going anywhere…” I heard Connor say as I drifted into one of the soundest sleep I have had in ages.
Laurel was in the next room, Connor was in my arms, and suddenly life was making sense.