POV Aiden
I stand before Grace, her face seeming to be in a state of acceptance, but I had to be sure she really wants more. I don't want to get too quick with her, knowing what she's been through.
I kiss her soft lips and make sure she feels safe and in control. It's not that I don't want to feel her naked body under me, but if she's not ready I will wait. She means more to me than risking everything that we've built so far. I want this to be pleasurable for her as well as it will be for me.
My hands crave to feel her, to explore every inch of her body, and the honor it gives me to feel her breasts even with the fabric between them made me wild from the inside. I tried to keep my cool and touch her with control and gentleness because it's what she needs. Although it's so hard for me to keep my cool because she's so freaking gorgeous I kept my dominance in pace.
Her warm hands roam over my chest and I imagine her soft hands wrapped around my cock. Suddenly she withdraws from me with insecure features, however, her sweet smile lets me breathe out.
"Can I take your shirt off?" She finally asked with a shy smile. I chuckle at her sweetness and don't hesitate to answer her.
"Of course,"
"Okay," she answers shyly before fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. In one swift motion, I help her take off my shirt, her eyes landing on my stomach. I don't give her much time to admire my stomach before closing the space between us, gently drawing her closer to me. Her hands softly explore my chest and stomach, until I knead her breasts again and receive a soft moan from her.
I gaze at her, seeing her cheeks flushed from my touch. "Do you trust me?" I ask her quietly.
She nods and I carefully take off her shirt, knowing I will see her in her most vulnerable state. "You look so beautiful," I gushed, admiring her beautiful curves through her bra. Grace bites her lip seductively and kisses me fiercely which makes me so hard. She's so perfect.
I let her lay flat on her back, receiving a small whimper from her, but it wasn't of fear. She wanted me badly and I couldn't be more joyful at this moment, so I start exploring the top of her body with my mouth, planting soft kisses on her stomach and then between her breasts.
"Aiden," she moans my name as I gently unloosen her bra. I look at her as I wait for her response.
"I love you," she stammers shyly, quickly averting her eyes from mine.
I caress her cheek before tilting her chin to face me. "And I love you," I admit truthfully.
I've been waiting to tell her what I feel because for me it was also something new. I've never felt this before for someone else so I've always been cautious with opening up to someone, especially when it comes to love. I fucked a lot of people in England when I was younger, but I've never been in love with a girl. Grace is different. Grace is someone I can't get enough of, who doesn't bore me. For the first time in my life, I feel this could be a turning point for me.
Grace smiles sweetly, and within seconds she caught me off guard by pulling off her bra before me. I swallow and admire her perfect breasts for a few seconds when she guides my hand to her breast. I exhale when I feel her hard nipple in my hand and I knead it gently.
"Oh that feels good," Grace says in a husky tone. Her acceptance encourages me to carry on with her lovely breasts and small, pink nipples. I take her breasts in my hand and one by one kiss them softly. Grace arches her back so I can even get better access to lick her nipples. She squirms under me, whimpering in pleasure.
"You're so sexy," I tell her, making sure she knows she's beautiful and all mine from now on.
I let my fingers explore more of her body and make circles over her stomach, slowly sliding down into the direction of her sweetest spot. She doesn't stop me so I gently pursue my journey. My hand glides in between her tighs and I kiss her mouth fiercely. "Ah," she moans and a small grunt leaves my mouth when my fingers reach their final destiny between her folds.
I rub her clit gently making sure she will remember that sex isn't about pain anymore. I will replace the horrible event from her past if it's the last thing on earth, I will do it right. "I want more," she breathes out. "I want you," she adds.
"Are you sure?" I ask her to be sure.
"One hundreth percent," she answers convincingly.
I roll on my side and take a condom from my nightstand and quickly tear the package with my mouth. The entire time I can feel her eyes burning my skin, curiosity taking the upper hand.
When I'm ready I place myself on top of her, kissing her softly and making her pussy more ready for the next step. She's so wet for me so I gently push the tip of my cock inside of her entrance and wait for her approval to carry on. "You okay?" I ask her, again.
"Yes," she breaths out, her flushed face becoming even redder than before.
Gently I push my cock a bit deeper inside of her and I could feel her hard walls soften by the seconds. "Relax baby, I will not hurt you. If you want to stop I'll stop, okay?" I assure her softly.
"I know," she answers. "I'm okay," she continues and her hands roam over my back, her nails gently scratching into my flesh. I push a little bit further until my cock is consumed in her depth. Carefully I trust in and out of her and I could see her features starting to soften. She's more relaxed now so I make sure she stays like this. My tongue licks her sensitive nipples and Grace reacts by arching her back for me.
I carry and thrust deeper and deeper inside of her, making me lose all of the restraints I had with her. "You feel so good, baby," I say in a husky way. Turning up the pace, I could feel her walls tighten around my cock so I gently place one finger on her clit making sure she stays relaxed.
"Ooohhh," she cries out and I carry on with my finger and turn up the pace a little bit more. I desperately want her to come that she feels what sex is all about. I thrust deeper and deeper feeling myself losing all control and the moment when I feel her walls tighten even more I couldn't hold back any longer and reach my climax, just at the same time as Grace cries out in oblivion.
This had to be the most beautiful melody I've ever heard in my entire life.
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Consume my broken heart
RomanceGrace Stone was fourteen years old when she got raped by three boys from school. It was her word against them, especially when the father of one of them had arranged a solide alibi for the three of them. Even the videotape wasn't enough to put them...