Chapter 49 More Than Enough
Ryland
I don’t like her thinking like this. I don’t want her to think she needs to take it to the next level and soon. I retake her hips in my hands and flip us over so she is beneath me.
“Gracie, please stop, brown eyes. I will wait as long as you need. I will wait until you are ready. I don’t want it soon unless you are certain. Things are perfect the way they are.”
Sex can change things, anyway and not always in a good way.
“Do you promise?”
I nod and smile. “I promise.”
“Okay, then shut up and kiss me,” she laughs.
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. I can do that.”
Our lips meet again, and the moment they connect, a familiar feeling takes over me. My heart races faster in my chest, and my pulse quickens. It happens every single time that Gracie kisses me, touches me or is even close to me. She makes me feel things I have never felt. There is a good chance I am falling in love for the first time.
Gracie snakes her legs around her. Our hands wander over each other as our lips move perfectly together. She rocks her hips up against me. The second she does, my excitement stirs to life. Something I am sure that Gracie can feel. We are soon in a heated make-out session.
Gracie parts from the kiss and rests her lips at my ear. “I need you to touch me, Ryland.” She purrs.
I run my hand up her bare thigh, over her hips and onto her stomach. She moans, her body responding to my every touch, and she arches from the bed. She takes my wrist in her hand and slides our hands between our bodies, resting it over her panties.
“I need you to touch me here.” She breathes out.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “Yes, positive.”
I don’t want to push too much at once. I gently brush my fingers over the material and watch her closely as I do. Her eyes close over and her lips part, moaning. I dance my fingers over her stomach and stop above the band of her panties.
“Can I?” I ask, just wanting to be sure. If she has changed her mind, that is fine.
Gracie opens her eyes and looks up at me. I am nervous about it. I don’t know why. I have done these things plenty of times. Then again, none of them has been Gracie. Everything about her is different. I want to give her what she is craving without going too far. I slip my hand into them and rest my fingers on her clit. That is far enough for tonight.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, and she nods again. “Okay, I am not doing down, just here to ease you into it. You will still get what you need.
“Okay.” She pants.
I will go easy and slowly. It is something that her body hasn’t experienced. I want to make her feel good, and I can do that easily. It won’t take long.
Gracie arches from the bed. My lips cover her to muffle her moans. I don’t want my mom to hear us. She whimpers into my lips and grips my shoulder as the pleasure takes over. She releases, heat radiating from her. It is a beautiful sight. It takes a few moments, but her body calms and she stills beneath me, panting loudly.
I remove my hand from her panties. “Did you like that?”
Gracie opens her eyes to look up at me. Sweat has gathered on her forehead, and her cheeks are flushed. “Yes, it felt amazing and exactly what I needed. Next time, will you please go lower?” she asks nervously.
“One step at a time, baby girl. I am happy you enjoyed it.” I smile and peck her lips.
Pleasuring her hasn’t helped my issues, but I try my best to ignore it, hide it from her because I don’t want her to think she needs to return the favour.
“Um, what about you?” she asks, nodding at my evident excitement.
“Don’t worry about me. A cold shower will fix that.”
“A cold shower? I am sorry,” she laughs.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, brown eyes. It won’t be the first time. My hormones are on high alert most of the time.”
“Um, can I clean myself up first in the bathroom before I change?” she asks.
“Sure thing. On you go.”
Gracie climbs out of the bed, steadying herself. Her legs were shaky from her orgasm. She disappears to the bathroom, taking the clothes with her to change while she is in there.
She returns after a short length of time. “All done. You can take your cold shower now.” She snickers.
Laughing, I shake my head. “Thanks.”
I bring her close to steal a kiss before I disappear to shower and sort my issue. I am in and out in ten minutes, dry off and pull some joggers on. When I stroll into my bedroom, Gracie is curled up in my bed, under the covers and waiting for me. She looks up at me, and her eyes trail over my naked chest and stomach, her tongue darting along her lips. I can’t help but smirk.
“Better?”
“Yes, but now I am freezing.”
Gracie lifts the covers. “Then come and join me, warm up.” She smiles.
I rush over and climb in next to her. Gracie pulls the covers over us and snuggles into my side. I slip my arms around her. She rests her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach.
“These are my favourite times with you.”
Gracie glances up at me. “Mine too.”
I kiss the top of her head, and we get back to watching the rest of the movie. These moments are always perfect.