Chapter 33 Spencer Nash

Give It to Me

Five Days After the Wedding

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and in typical Gracie fashion, she eases the tension with humor.

There's just something about this woman that has me tied up in knots. I think back to when I was falling for Amelia, and it wasn't like this.

Looking back, there was badgering—from her end. There was convincing. There were irritations.

But I brushed them aside because that felt different, too. But it never felt like this .

With Grace, everything feels so damn easy and natural and right .

She means to just press a soft kiss to my lips after my verbal slip, but I grab her into my arms and hold on tightly.

Yesterday, we were pressed for time, and we were both horny as fuck after fighting it for days, weeks, months…years.

Tonight, though…we have nowhere to be.

It's still early. We have all night.

And this time, I plan to take my time with her. I plan to worship her in the way she deserves .

Most of all, I plan to make her come.

And come.

And come some more.

I want us both coming until neither of us can see straight any longer, until we're both so worn out and sated that we have no choice but to pass out naked in each other's arms.

I want to see my come splattered on her tits, on her ass, on her chin.

And in time, that'll all happen.

But right now, I want to take my time. I want her to feel my emotions as I pour them into our connection.

And so it begins with the kiss. I deepen it first, pulling her body close against me as I open my mouth to hers. My tongue caresses hers as I keep the pace tender and slow, setting the tone for what's about to happen between the two of us.

I run my hands down her back and over the sweet curve of her ass, pulling her toward me as I move my hands toward her hips and up her torso before they go around her back and tangle into her hair. She moans into me at the feel of my hands all over her body, and I repeat the process as her fingertips move up and down my spine.

She pulls back first, and her eyes are hooded with lust as she looks up at me. She doesn't say a word, instead reaching down to take my hand in hers. I follow her through the house toward her bedroom, and once we're standing in the room with white furniture and white bedding, we pick up the kiss from where we left it in the other room.

I sweep her up into my arms, and I set her on the bed, moving over the top of her and kissing her as I hover over her. She reaches for my ass, pulling me down on top of her, and instead of moving down to cover her with my weight, I drive my hips against hers.

"Oh," she murmurs into my mouth when she feels how fucking hard she makes me.

I move my lips from hers to kiss her neck, and she leans back, her neck corded and lengthened for me as I slam my cock against her pussy again .

"Yes, oh God, Spencer. Give it to me," she murmurs, and hearing the begging in her tone is everything I need in this moment.

I promised myself I'd take my time since we have time for once. But hearing her beg me to give it to her is enough for me to break my promise to myself.

I slam my body to hers again, and I feel like a wild man out of control when I'm with her like this. I just want to be inside her, to feel her again, to pump into that sweet, tight little pussy until I watch her face screw up in pleasure.

I've never seen a more beautiful sight.

But first, tonight…I need to taste her.

I move off her and stand, and I reach down to flick the button of her jeans and peel them off her legs. She sits up and pulls her shirt and bra off, and in mere seconds, the gorgeous woman is naked and waiting.

I tear my clothes off in record time, too, and I move back over her, hovering with my cock bobbing between us. I tease her with it as I settle it between her thighs, and she looks up at me with so much trust in her eyes that it's damn near overwhelming.

I kiss her for a minute or an hour, who knows, and I'm about to blow it right here if I don't get started on the action. I pull back off her, settle onto my knees on the floor, and yank her until her ass is right at the edge of the bed. She links her legs around my shoulders, and I glance up at her.

"I need to taste you," I murmur.

She nods as my needy eyes meet hers, and I lick my fingertips before I push one into her.

Jesus. She didn't need me to lick my fingertips with how fucking wet that pussy is.

A growl of need rises up out of me, some incomprehensible sound that flows right out of me as my cock grows painfully hard. I need to be inside her.

I stroke myself a few times just to feel some measure of relief, but it's not enough. It'll never be enough unless it's her .

"Oh God," she yells as her eyes close. Her head rolls back, and I keep that finger moving in and out of her wet cunt as I lean forward and suck her clit between my lips.

She thrashes and moans, and I keep the pace as I finger her and lick my way through the most delicious pussy I've ever tasted in my life, growls and moans coming involuntarily out of me, the likes of which I've never made before.

I stop sucking on her clit to flatten my tongue and lick my way through her, and I pull my finger out to dip my tongue inside her.

Holy fuck.

She's sweet and tangy, and she smells incredible, as if her very essence was made by design with my preferences.

She grabs onto the sheets as I dip my tongue in and out of her, and her opening contracts around my tongue just as she lets out a moan of approval. Fuck, she likes that, so I do it over and over before shoving my finger back in and focusing on her perfect clit once again.

"Fuck, Grace," I rasp. "Your pussy is fucking heaven."

She moans in response, and then she whimpers, "I'm going to come."

"Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue, and then I'll make you come again."

"Oh my God," she yells, and she starts to really ride my face, her hips moving up and down as I suck on her clit harder and harder, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves as I finger her tight pussy.

She loses control, her legs shaking as her body quakes around me to a symphony of gorgeous groans and gasped breaths. I ride along with her through the wave of pleasure, enjoying giving it to her every bit as much as I'll enjoy taking my own, too.

And when she collapses back, her body wrung out and sated, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I climb over her again to kiss her some more. She takes my jaw between her palms, and I love when she does that. I love when she touches my face sweetly, especially after the way I just ate her pussy .

Once I give her a minute to recover, I'm going to wreck that pussy. With my cock. All damn night.

Except I already know I won't last all damn night. Not when I'm about to lose it. Why is it so fucking hot to kiss her so she can taste herself on my tongue?

The mere thought has more come leaking out of me.

Fuck, I need to get inside her. I need to fuck her.

I need her . It's all I can think or do or see.

She pushes back on my shoulders a little. "My turn to taste you," she murmurs.

I raise a brow. "Are you ready?"

She nods a little lazily, and she's somehow both adorable and the sexiest goddamn woman I've ever seen all at the same time. "But I don't think I can move right now, so just fuck my mouth, okay?"

Um…okay. I think I can make that work.

I don't need to be told twice.

I scramble to move so my cock is aligned with her mouth, and she grabs me between her fists, lining me up as I push in.

"Mmm," she hums around me, the vibration fucking killing me as I try to hold back from coming in her mouth the second I feel her warm lips wrap around me.

She keeps her fists at the base of my cock, stroking them up and down in rhythm with me as I start to move in and out of her mouth, balancing carefully so as not to choke her while still allowing myself to give into the vast land of pleasure that is her warm, wet mouth.

She sucks hard on me, and fuck if it isn't the greatest head of my life. I move in and out slowly as I fuck that sweet mouth, and she groans, the hums spurring me closer and closer to release.

I love it all—her fists, her grip, her tongue at the slit of my cock, her mouth, her sounds.

It's too good. Way too good.

I'm going to lose it.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come so fucking hard," I grunt .

I shift my hips back since we never discussed whether she's comfortable with me coming in her mouth, and she finishes me with her hand as my come jets out all over her tits. She moans as I grunt through each pulse of hot come that hits her soft skin, and as the shudders through my body start to calm, she takes my dick and runs it through the mess I just made on her gorgeous tits.

"Mmm," she murmurs, as if she's getting still more pleasure from rubbing my cock through the jizz I marked on her body.

Jesus Christ.

I'm never letting this woman go.