O, Fortuna

Chapter 25

It was an intoxicating power to have over someone, to render them speechless and have them stare at you as if hypnotised by the sight of you. She had developed a thick skin to defend herself from the worst of Liam's contemplative observations and contemptuous glares of her but right at this moment, those blue eyes were fixed on her so unswervingly, Grace was unsure of what the consequences were to be. She did not expect to be on her feet for too much longer but what Liam was going to be like after that both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

Grace from sliding her grasp towards Liam and the base of his shaft, felt the warmth radiating up its rigid length and Liam tremble. A groan emanated from the depth of his chest, his eyes closed and his hands reached to take hold of both of her elbows, as if to steady himself. She relaxed her grasp around him as she slowly moved her hand back toward herself, saw him swallow hard, felt his grip on her elbows tighten and though he did not open his eyes, in a voice straight from the pit of his stomach, Liam breathed out

"You can't keep doing that, Grace. I'm already too close for my liking to be of any great use to you..." 

Sometimes, thought Grace, Liam could be far too candid for his own good. Maybe it was a longevity problem but she knew perfectly well before that phone call from his sister, Liam had been ready and they had been poised to say to hell with precautions right there out amongst the trees. In the time that it had taken to walk back up to the house, Liam had struggled with his arousal and her anticipation had only doubled over on itself countless times. She had wanted him before but not nearly as much as now, when he professed aloud to all but being beyond consideration. 

Slowly, Grace removed her hand from the front of Liam's shorts and after pressing her lips to his, began to lead him in the direction of the kitchen, bringing them pause at the end of the island bench. Liam began to question her as she wriggled herself out of her lacy briefs, then turned her attention to tugging Liam's shorts down passed his hips and onto the floor, with a vocal protest from Liam when the waistband became briefly snagged, then chuckled in a strange mix of relief and anticipation when his penis was released from captivity, watching Grace as she levered herself to sit up and on the edge of the bench.

"You do realise" he began, leaning his hands either side of her backside, his hips resting against the inside of her knees "I am now never going to be able to enter the kitchen, see this bench, without thinking of you..that's going to be weird."

Grace grinned, shifting herself closer to him as she tugged the bottom of her dress up passed her hips. 

"Good weird..bad?" Liam smirked, his large hands digging under her backside and pressing her closer to him, near enough that the their most intimate parts rested against one another, corralled like a horse in the stalls before a race, between her legs. She could not deny the metaphor suited Liam, he was as generously-proportioned as her assumptions led her to believe, though she was now wondering if it might be too apt, if it would be more of sprint than a long-distance race. Why was he talking so much?

"Odd weird" he assured her, his right hand travelling from her backside, to her thigh and to the back of her knee "food normally gets served off this bench." Gently persuading her to lay back on the counter, Liam lifted her knee, while his thumb supporting it up to rest on the inside of his arm, near the elbow before moving to do the same with Grace's left leg "I had thought I might be eating something else tonight, before we reached this..." he glanced down between them. 

She wondered where that control she had over Liam had gotten to. There he was, staring down at both of them, their anatomy so close to making that most intimate of connections and... "Grace, are you sure you're ready for me?" he asked, looking back up to her face, worry creasing his brow. It was impossible to prevent her frustration from escaping her mouth.