{ a/n- NSFW }
Third Person POV
Kissing him is like heaven. It's blissful and fulfilling enough, just the taste of his lips against hers. But she wants more, craves more. Grace tangles her fingers in Chester's hair, her legs wrapping around the small of his back. She pulls him closer, her back pressing into the couch cushion. Chester lets out a soft moan against her lips, his hands moving from caressing Grace's face to the buttons of her shirt. He unbuttons one, two three buttons, his fingertips grazing her breasts.
Chester's lips move from Grace's lips to her neck, biting gently on the delicate skin. Grace's reaction is instant, her hips twitching slightly under him. He tugs on her shirt, pulling it down and off. Grace's chest accentuated by her bra is usually a sight to see, but it's only in the way now. In a flash of baby pink lace her bra is flung to the side. Chester presses quick kisses over her cleavage line but as he trails down to her belly button the kisses become more drawn out.
Grace tugs her pants off in anticipation. She can't wait much longer, the spot where she needs it most already throbbing. Chester let's his tongue dampen the sensitive skin of Grace's inner thighs. Grace inhales sharply, her breath hitching in her throat. She can feel Chester's hot breath against the thin veil her panties create. He takes the waistband of her underwear in his teeth and pulls them down and off.
"Ches, please, babe." Grace moans, her voice strained and tight. Chester knows what she needs and he gives it to her, his fingers rubbing slowly over her spot. "Faster, fuck. Oh my god." Grace gasps, gripping the couch. Chester picks up pace, not wanting to play around with her. Grace's eyes close and her head rocks backwards as she lets the pleasure shoot through her body.
Grace had only imagined what it must be like to have been high before, but no drug induced high could be as good as this. Chester slips two fingers inside her, still using his thumb to please her cliterus. Grace emits a primal noise in the back of her throat, somewhere between a gasp and a groan. Her hips buck up and force his fingers to apply the pressure she needs. They hit her spot directly and she whimpers as another course of pleasure induced adrenaline rockets through her body.
Chester knows Grace is close to her climax and he presses harder, almost harshly. Grace lets a noise out that is almost a scream, along with "More, oh my god, more." Her climax hits and her back arches. Chester withdrawals his digits as Grace sinks back into the cushion, letting out a deep breath. Her chest is heaving, her breath ragged and wild. She takes a moment before opening her eyes, which are filled with the glimmer of arousal.
"Your turn." Grace says, her voice deep and husky. It could not be more seductive. She turns so she's straddling Chester over his lap. Grace can feel his hardness against her her thigh and that's all the motivation she needs to start. She begins turning her hips, slow and almost cautious. Chester wraps his arms around her waist as she grinds on his pressure point. Grace picks up the pace and Chester's grip tightens. The hotness of his touch makes for a better moment, Grace feeling more motivation.
After they've both climaxed, they find themselves lying together on the couch. Both completely naked and no blanket to cover them, but they don't care. They're together and that's all that matters. It's absolute bliss
