The Angel and The Billionaire

Sixteen

Tony

This is wrong. It doesn't matter how right it feels. Or how kissing Grace feels like I've been kissing wrong my whole life. I have no right to do this, I've been lying to her for months, but I can't stop. I've thought about this every single day since the storm, and several days before that. This girl has been on my mind for a lot longer than I'd like to admit.

Grace was surprised at first but she quickly wraps her arms around my neck, closing whatever gap there was between us. Her lips are just as soft as I remember. My hands grip her waist and I keep trying to pull her even closer. Then I give her ass a squeeze and she smiles against my lips.

Grace's perfect, every inch of her is perfect.

I hold back a swear word when she tugs my hair, deepening the kiss once again. Her hair smells like flowers and her nails are scrapping my scalp. I've never been more turned on in my life. I've never wanted someone this bad, my cock is so hard it hurts. I've been walking around hard regularly since she moved in, but this is different.

I'm not sure how long we've been making out for when Grace pulls her face back, completely out of breath and flushed. She doesn't move her body away from mine. Her eyes remain closed.

- You. - My voice comes out a bit lower than intended.

- What? - That makes her look at me.

- You are what would make me happy. - My hand cups her chin. - It's you, Grace.

She blinks slowly as if she finds my words hard to believe. Then she gives me the most heartwarming smile I've ever seen, the corners of her eyes wrinkling. This woman is everything. I'm madly in love with her. How did this even happen?

- Good thing I'm here then. - Grace teases, caressing my cheek softly. A simple touch that has no inherent sexual meaning, but try telling that to my dick.

- I want you so bad. - I blurt out. Her face is just inches away from mine and her whole body is flushed against me. I can feel her heartbeat, and it's fucking fast.

- Take me. - She pulls me in to kiss her again.

After a sequence of blind steps across the living room, I press her against a wall, finally touching her the way I've wanted for so long I don't even know. Grace's skin is smooth against my fingertips, like a piece of silk, and I love how she responds to every touch. I lift her up, her legs enveloping my waist, and a grunt escapes me as she unintentionally grinds against my erection.

- You're killing me. - I mumble in her ear as I sit her on the kitchen counter. - Fucking hell, Grace.

My mouth moves to her neck, biting and nibbling, and she throws her head back. One of my hands rests on her thigh, and I'll be damned the sound she makes isn't the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

- Bedroom? - I kiss my way up to her ear.

- Yes. - Her legs wrap around me in a tighter grip. - Yes, please.

- Are you sure? - I lift her carefully, holding her body against mine. - Because your mouth says one thing while your eyes say another.

- I was just thinking. - She pauses, contracting her face like the words are painful to say. - That maybe we didn't need to go all the way to your room. I mean, there's a couch.

Oh. OH! Promising. I like the sound of that.

- Well, look at that dirty mind. - I move towards the stairs. - Let's look into that later, but I won't fuck you for the first time on a couch.

- Then take to your room already. - Grace smiles and I kiss her again as I carry her upstairs.

The path is not long but I'm taking small steps, feeding on all the sounds she makes. Every one of them is music to my ears. We stumble backward until I sit on the edge of my bed with her on my lap. The new position allows her to feel how hard I am and her eyes widen the first time she accidentally moves over it.