Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

His sexy vein covered hands gripped the material of my dress with masculine strength, although we were still thoroughly and vigorously kissing his pearly white teeth were clenched shut, gritting together dangerously, perhaps trying to withhold any moan or growl that was buried deep down inside of him.

He was leaning back onto the back of the luxurious sofa, pulling me in, slowly making me lean into him so that my chest was pressed firmly against his. Was this a method of his, to try and deny my explorative hands access to the gold mine? If so, I wasn't that gullible.

I fought to prop myself up on one hand only a little, enough to allow entrance to his graphite bulge.

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, it appeared he was trying to block me out, there wasn't much chance for I was stubborn.

Swiftly and softly I journeyed my hazardous fingers up, over and across the bulge in which my fingers were getting somewhat addicted to.

His sumptuous lips were torn abruptly away from mine, his head thrown back in a lustful movement, his hands curled into agitated and frustrated fists.

I enjoyed his strained and buried explosion of hidden feelings bubbling up and boiling over. I wanted to see it more.

So, I laid my palm directly on top of his bulge gently and lightly, slightly feeling the needing throb of this caged animal, I wanted to feel so much more, but I didn't want to push him. Besides, just by this tiny, hardly feel-able action, he was already wriggling and writhing beneath me.