Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

I grinned widely at his roller-coaster like wriggle, his strained facial expressions giving out tell tale signs of sexual frustration. He knew he was aroused, god damn did he know, he knew he wanted to settle these fiery feelings, he and I both knew that he was severely scared of what actions that could entail. He'd have to have someone break that spell one day...

In the meantime though, I was merely trying to build up some trust, I needed him to know that I would never ever do anything too drastic, of course, without a doubt, if he wanted me to stop, I would do straight away, but the thing is, so far, he had not tried to stop me...not even once.

His hands were now covering his perfect emotions, he was depriving me of this pleasurable sensation. With my spare hand I gently but forcefully peeled away his palms from his deep and sensual eyes. For a fraction of a second they flickered open to stare up at me, his mouth slightly gaping open, making my heart leap as he radiated sexual intention.

I wanted to play with his mixed feelings, to receive some kind of choked response.

I leaned in closer, my hand still balancing on his swollen bulge, not feeling anything in particular, but then again, feeling everything, something that I'd never felt of his.

I hissed in his ear, trying to sound seductive...
"Good?" I whispered, intentionally breathing onto his hypersensitive neck.

I didn't receive much of a response, just a simple, minor grunt of satisfaction and agreement.

"How does it feel..." I hissed again.

He gasped, opening his mouth to say something yet, only a release of oxygen was the result, eventually he managed to squeeze out a few strained and sexily husky words.
"S-so wrong yet...mm...so...r-right..."