Chapter 12

Chapter

Twelve

OTTO

Grace trembles against my fingertips as I guide them down to the waistband of her shorts. Popping open the first button, I release her breast, then shift back slightly.

Slowly, I unzip her shorts, my gaze never leaving hers. I can hear her panting breaths grow louder, faster, harder as her shorts pool at her ankles.

As I slip my fingers beneath the waist of her panties, my eyes stay focused. I want to look down, to take in every inch of her, but there will be time for that. This first time, she needs my eyes, and I need hers.

Everything Grace feels is in her gaze, and I have to know that she's good every step of the way. Every single step of the way. The soft cotton of her panties makes my balls ache. I need her. More than I've ever needed anything in my life.

This is all I can think about, all I can focus on. Her body and mine—finally together.

I glide her panties down her thighs, they meet her shorts at her ankles, and only then do I take another step backward and appraise her body. And what a body it is. I take her in. Every fucking inch of her is spectacular.

Tanned smooth skin, long, lean legs, and curves that would make any man weak in the knees. And I'm just that. Completely and totally weak for her. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, sucking air through my teeth as I stare at all that is Grace.

"Otto," she breathes.

She lifts her arms, covering her chest when I don't speak immediately. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her wrists and tug her hands down to her sides, keeping them there as I lift my gaze to meet hers again.

"You should be worshiped, Grace. Long and hard. Every single day."

She sucks in a breath, her chest rising as she holds it, then she lets it out slowly. I watch her in silence, wondering what exactly she's going to say because she's got something on the tip of her tongue.

When she doesn't speak, I decide I can't wait another second longer. Releasing her hands, I reach behind me, gripping my shirt between my shoulder blades and pulling it off over my head, then tossing it somewhere on the floor.

I reach for my own jeans, popping the button and unzipping them, when Grace takes a tentative step toward me. This time, it's her who reaches for my hands. Her gaze slides down my chest to my hips as she appraises my body.

It would be a lie if I said that I wasn't sure I looked good. I know that my body is cut, lean, and toned. I know because I'm an athlete, and I take care of myself. I spend hours in the rink and the gym. I count my protein and carbs. I'm not perfect, but I know I have a six-pack.

Grace pushes my jeans down as she steps out of her own shorts and panties that are at her feet on the floor. I kick my pants off once they're at my ankles, then I stand in front of her in just my boxer briefs and nothing else.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I grip her there firmly, then guide her hand to my aching cock. I watch as her eyes widen, and my lips curve up at the sight of surprise on her face.

"I want you, Grace," I murmur. "If I put my fingers between your legs, would you be wet?"

Her breath hitches, and her lips part, her body frozen as she stares at me. I smile at her, releasing my grasp of her hand. Reaching out, I grip the backs of her thighs and pick her up. Her squeal fills the room as I easily carry her over to her bed.

Slowly, I set her down, her ass on the edge of the mattress, and sink down between her thighs, my knees landing on the soft carpet. Sliding my hands around her thighs, on the inside, I spread them apart as far as they'll go.

"Otto, what are you—" she whimpers, but I interrupt her.

That sentence has no reason to be finished. Absolutely fucking none. Because I've been dying to taste her. My mouth has been watering since the moment I kissed her. I have to know what her pussy tastes like, or I think I might go absolutely insane.

"Shh."

Leaning forward, I inhale her scent as her hands fly to my hair, and I feel her fingers slide through the strands. She grips them tightly but doesn't guide me. She's giving me complete control.

And I'm going to reward her for that.

Right now.

GRACE

I feel his tongue glide through my center, then swirl around my clit. I arch my back, and my head drops between my shoulders as I move myself closer to his tongue. He moans against my pussy, the vibrations moving throughout my entire body.

Closing my eyes, I wonder if this is what heaven feels like. I think it must be. I'm not experienced, but I've had a man do this before. It's never felt like this, though. I didn't know it could feel like this.

Whimpering, I lift my hips slightly off the bed. I want him closer to me—so much closer. Otto wraps his lips around my clit, and he sucks. Then I feel his tongue flick, and I straighten my head, tipping my chin slightly so I can look down at him.

I watch as he lifts his eyes to meet mine, looking up at me through his lashes. He continues to eat me as if I'm his last meal, completely laid out just for him. But then again, aren't I just that? A meal just for him?

As I climb higher and higher, I forget about the rolls on my stomach, the way my boobs don't sit perfectly high or even. None of my imperfections matter. The way he watches me, the way he makes me feel.

It's as if I'm perfect just as I am.

And that is exactly how I feel right before I come against his tongue—perfect.

Otto doesn't even give me a moment to recover. Instead, he shifts his face to the side, touches his lips to my inner thigh, and before I realize what's happening, his hips are between my thighs.

Then he's inside of me.

It's a swift thrust, but just one. He buries himself deep inside of me, staying completely still when he's rooted. His gaze slides up my chest, then stops when it reaches my eyes. He doesn't say anything, his gaze focused and connected.

"Otto?" I ask.

His body stretches mine, and I feel like I might actually be ripped in half, but I would welcome it. The pain would be worth how amazing he makes me feel, even when it's on the verge of splitting me in two.

"I just want to feel you," he rasps, lowering his head, his nose sliding alongside mine before his lips touch my own.

Slipping my tongue out, I taste his bottom lip before I slide it inside his mouth and fully taste him. He grunts, his tongue tangling with mine. Inwardly, I beg for him to move to take and consume all at the same time.

Otto nibbles on my bottom lip as he breaks the kiss, his gaze searching mine right before he begins to move inside of me. My breath hitches as I look into his eyes. I can't believe this is really happening.

We're both naked. He's moving inside of me, and the way he's looking at me is otherworldly. I've never experienced it before in my life. I want more of it. So much more. I'm enthralled by him.

He reaches down, wraps his fingers around the backs of my knees, and lifts them, shifting them upward as he places my thighs against the mattress. Lifting my hands between us, I cup his clean-shaven cheeks.

"I want more of you, Grace. Every single day, I want this."

Goose bumps break out over my skin. I can feel my breasts swaying with each roll of his hips. His pelvis grinds against my clit with each downstroke, and as I climb close to the edge again, ready to tumble over, I wonder if this is real life.

Can I really come twice in one evening?

I would have said no yesterday, but right now, I think I can. I think it's possible. I am moving to the edge, tipping over, falling headfirst into the ravine of pleasure. He takes me there.

One of his hands glides up my hip, my thigh, and my waist, then curves around the back of my neck. He lowers his head, and his mouth touches mine in a soft kiss, and then I come. It's hard and fast, and then he shifts his face away, breaking the kiss before he buries his face in the side of my throat and stills inside of me.

There is a moment of silence where we both attempt to catch our breaths, but it's Otto who lifts his head first. His gaze finds mine, his eyes moving and searching my own. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn't say anything.

The longer the silence ensues, the more I wonder what is wrong. Is it me? It must be me. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I wish I could push him off me. I wish a lot of things right about now. But the biggest wish I have is that I could disappear.

Vanish into thin air.

But I don't, and then I finally hear his voice. "I want more of you every day until I stop breathing. I want this with you. Tonight and forever."