9. Fucking Grace
They couldn’t keep their hands off each other as the cab drove towards the apartment.
Grace’s hands were all over Hannah’s body as their kissed furiously and grinned each other in the backseat.
The cab driver glanced at them in the rear view mirror smirking. He was Mamrie’s co-partner in her therapy business and Hannah suspected her long time lover.
Mamrie never said anything, but Hannah saw the way her and Flula flirted and touched each other lately. Hannah wondered only briefly if Mamrie and Flula were in love because neither one of them ever had a lover that lasted more than a week. Plus Mamrie was being so persistent in trying to get Hannah to just let herself love Grace.
"We’re here," Flula said in his thick German accent.
Grace opened the door and hopped out as Hannah slid towards the open door grinning at Flula who winked at her.
"Nice package eh?" Flula said with a dirty chuckle.
Hannah blushed and said, “fuck you.”
Flula snorted. “Oh I’m not the one you’ll be fucking tonight.”
Hannah laughed and smacked Flula’s arm as she climbed out of the car and shut the door behind her. Grace’s dark brown hair was all messy and she was breathing heavily looking at her with darkened lustful eyes.
Hannah lost it. She lunged at Grace and pushed her hard into the apartment building and elevator. They made out heavily against the wall as the elevator ascended. Grace’s hands gripped Hannah’s hair tightly as Hannah lifted her up from the ground.
Grace’s legs wrapped around Hannah’s waist and Hannah leaned her against the wall. When the elevator dinged, the shorter woman let Grace down, grabbed her hand and led her into the apartment. The moment the door shut behind them clothes started coming off.
Grace’s dress ended up right at the doorway along with her bra. Hannah’s shirt and bra ended up in the hallway.
Hannah’s Dickies ended up in the doorway of the bedroom, they didn’t know when or where their shoes came off.
Hannah pushed Grace onto the bed and slipped off her drenched underwear. Grace moaned in desperation tugging at the loose boxers Hannah had put over the strap on.
Hannah moaned and laid in between Grace’s legs kissing her fiercely. Grace’s felt the strap on against her thigh and she started grinding against Hannah anxiously.
Hannah broke the kiss and knelt in between Grace’s legs centered the dildo against her dripping center.
"You ready?" Hannah breathed out.
Grace bit her lip and nodded.
Hannah moved very slowly inching the dildo inside the taller woman. Grace’s breath hitched and her nails dug into Hannah’s shoulders. Hannah moaned and pushed all the way in holding herself steady by putting her hands on either side of Grace’s head. Grace cried out at the intrusion and arched up.
Hannah stayed completely still letting Grace adjust. She waited until Grace unclenched her eyes and relaxed her grip on Hannah’s shoulders before asking, “are you okay?”
Grace bit her lip. “It hurts but it feels so good.”
Hannah pulled out a little bit then gently pushed in again.
Grace moaned loudly. “Fuck!”
Hannah repeated the movement again.
"Ahh! Oh my God!" Grace cried.
