Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

His eyes, smouldering deep chocolate pools of bliss were hazed over by a gleam of seriousness and need.

I felt a sharp and sudden movement as the silver metallic button on his trousers finally popped open, I felt as his tense and rigid body seemed to relax.

We were contently staring into each other's ablaze eyes, his hands raised from his body, he let his explorative fingers glide underneath my hair as he traced my collar bone, his fingers laying to rest directly underneath my earlobe, allowing his delicate thumbs to lovingly stroke my cheeks, feeling the curves of my cheek bones.

He closed those dreamy eyes once more, to fully immerse himself in the intimacy of our frictional kiss, whereas, my eyes were lively, I could not concentrate knowing he had given access to a forbidden world yet he did not know it.

I kept glancing down to his newly unearthed territory. A significant bulge extremely obvious. Yet, his metal fly was still zipped, and this was bothering me, surely, if he had to release pressure, there would still be a great amount, he was begging to be let out of this prison, a feeling he wanted so badly, yet, he couldn't, he was in limbo.
He was gradually leaning forward once again, his hands had now travelled down my cheeks and were now gripping my rib cage, perhaps, with frustration.

The kiss was a record breaker, the longest we had ever gone for, I didn't care, it could go on for an eternal lifetime, I would never get bored.

And suddenly, as he was mercifully sucking on my bottom lip, a devilish stroke of genius washed over me.