Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

I fought hard with myself to keep my mischievous and devilish feelings and emotions at hand.

I did not know what would be the consequences of my testing plan, but there was only one way to find out.
I raised my arms and slid them around his pulsing neck, pulling him closer as we deepened the already infinitely deep kiss. This first minor move was to trick him into thinking no foreign movements were about to be made, thinking everything was at a normal standard without the risk of higher actions taking place.

I wanted to absorb all of his attention into the heated kiss, I tilted my head slightly to the right, allowing me even more access to his mouth, swirling and twirling our tongues together in a fast, almost rough motion, it had become difficult to differentiate his taste from mine, we were like a paint pallet, two colours mixing together to make one.

Eventually I loosened my grip, letting my weak arms dangle uselessly, that is, until, I raised just one curious hand, taking my index finger I traced his prominent Adam's apple, all the way down until I was discovering the map of his toned, muscular, caramel chest, but to my utter dismay, over the top of his shirt. My hand continued to accelerate, taking a roundabout detour around his naval until it skimmed across his uber hypersensitive groin, bolts of electrical pleasure shocked through his veins as he body shook slightly at my paramount touch, his breathing stuttered but shortly returned back to a regular pace.

I flickered open my eyes, scaling the bulge that had continued to grow, I let my circling fingers leave his hungry groin and travel a matter of inches downwards, taking it extra slowly in case he wished to stop me, but he didn't, although this was going to seem such a minor event, it could make our relationship change majorly.

I let my fingers slightly brush over his pulsating bulge.