Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

His oversized hands that radiated masculinity immediately found their firm and definite place at my hips.

His vigorous and somewhat rough making out strategies agreed with my hungered needs perfectly. Perhaps my abrupt actions had sparked his starvation that had to be fed by none other than human contact.

I reached my trembling left leg up and over his knees to the other side of his slender body, once again finding that well know straddling position, the one that I loved so dearly.

I lowered myself until I was sat on his growing lap, his fidgeting obviously present. I felt one of his wandering hands on my back, suddenly pulling me forward, pulling me into him, until our bodies were in such close proximity not even oxygen could pass through.

The kissing was almost clumsy, desperate. As if this was the one thing we had both wanted for a very long time. Unintentional hair pulling was frequent as adventurous strands wrapped around our fingers in the frenzied wrath of 'the moment'. Noses squished together as it seemed no matter how close we were, it was never close enough. Swollen lips throbbed from the biting, nibbling and sucking methods of satisfaction, our tastes completely mingled together as we became one.

I reached and took his hands, still solidly situated among my hips, intertwining my fingers with his as I wanted him to explore unknown territory.