O, Fortuna

Chapter 27

Liam groggily awoke to the sound of an alarm clock going off, now laying on his left side, nestled against Grace's back. She reached over to the nightstand for her mobile phone, silencing the electronic chirps, settling back against him with a sigh but after a few moments, sat up again, deposited a kiss on his cheek, a soft Merry Christmas in his ear and told him to stay in bed while she went and did the rounds of the property. 

Still half-asleep, Liam nodded but before Grace and her naked body could escape the bed, he reached over to grasp her hand against the mattress. Glancing over her bare shoulder at him, Grace smiled, her hair sticking up in a mess of tufts and peaks, thanks to being in bed and the humidity. Her cheeks, chin and the tip of her nose were a little reddened, a sharp contrast to Grace's pale skin and realising after that was his beard's fault and sighting the bruising he had involuntarily inflicted upon her shoulders the previous evening, Liam felt he had to make amends. A frown caught between her eyebrows as Grace asked softly

"What is it?" Liam shook his head, stroking his hand up her arm

"Just looking at all the damage I've inflicted upon you" he reached up to stroke his knuckles against her cheek, his thumb extending out to touch the tip of her nose, which was evidently sensitive, Grace wincing a little "I don't think I should kiss you again until the beard is gone."

Grace grinned, leaning back down next to him, immediately seeking his lips with her own in defiance and Liam did not find himself strong enough to resist the advance, sliding his arms around her waist and rolling to bring her on top, where she came to a giggling stop against him, their lips still locked. She stroked at the bristles on his jaws while their tongues met in a amorous battle for supremacy, a fight Liam was determined to win before Grace began thinking she only had to kiss him and win him over absolutely every time. It didn't matter, thought Liam as he reached up to take her hands in his, if it was true, that he enjoyed being subdued by such means...perhaps he was too used to being control, something that seemed to have escaped him since they had been in the kitchen.

Using his body, Liam rolled Grace onto her back and kneeling between her thighs, clutched her hands above her head as his mouth moved from hers, nipping playfully at her neck and shoulders until finding her breasts, Grace's back arching up to meet his tongue and with the gentle grazing of his teeth against the pert buds, felt her hands strain responsively upwards under his. More than once, he had felt his cock scrape against her, ready again to greedily push inside of her as if by divine right, could feel the warmth of her body rising against him but instead of doing what seemed now like an all too natural thing to be doing with Grace, Liam directed himself lower to the already-moist cleft at the top of her legs.

Liam plunged his tongue inside and pressed his nose against her, rubbing it there in a way that made Grace's now-free hands clutch at the timber bed head and her thighs press against his shoulders, covetously pushing him deeper and harder against her with her feet. No sooner had she begun trembling and moaning at his ministrations was Grace brokenly yet vehemently demanding he join her and in no mind at all to refuse, Liam nevertheless took his time in leaving his work and adjusting his position to enter her, slowly easing himself into Grace.

Once inside her, Liam twisted his hips with every unhurried dive and withdrawal, felt Grace counter every one of his strokes, clutching at his arms and the back of his neck, then his backside when Liam reached his inevitable point of no return. He had always been envious of the female orgasm, though it could not readily be achieved, when it was, they seemed to be rendered into infinite and escalating states of ecstasy. As a man, he went from zero to ten in a matter of seconds before being knocked out of the running for a few minutes or a few hours. It all seemed brutally unfair as he felt Grace continue to writhe against him in the afterglow, the length of her body burning against his own heat, her hands caressing his backside as her breathing slowed, every exhalation a soft moan.