Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

Cautiously lifting up his slightly quivering hands I made them land upon the flesh of my bare thighs, I laid my own hands on top of his for a moment, to prevent him from breaking free, for this was new territory for him, he had never felt my legs this far up when they were exposed.

His breathing shook as an edgy breath escaped his lungs, his sumptuous lips paused for only a minor brief second as he came to terms with the extravaganza.

My dress had cheekily risen up a little due to my strained position, causing even more flesh to be revealed, this wasn't part of the plan.

I felt his lean body shift forward, deepening the already perfectly intimate kiss, he appeared to need something more intense. As he travelled forward, so did his hands, he let them glide across the tops of my thighs, sending hypersensitive shivers of anticipation sparking through my every vein.

To feel bodily contact like this, from him, seemed almost surreal, as if we had gotten over some kind of obstacle. It felt...real.

His explorative hands slid up until they were at my curved hips once again, I was about to bring his hands back to the previous position that was my thighs until I felt him slightly push my body back so there was a gap between our bodies.

Even though I was puzzled, his hungered lips were still devouring mine and that is all I wished to concentrate on. Once he had pushed me back to a desired position he hands slid back towards my thighs, one stayed floating on my skin, whereas his other hand carried on down my leg until I didn't feel it anymore, but I could feel strain.
I flickered open my lust soaked eyes and peered down to see his slender fingers fiddling with the silver button on his trousers. My heart began to beat impossibly faster before I felt a finger under my chin, lifting up my vision back to his face.