Grace opened her eyes and looked straight at Gabe as she unhooked the front clip and her breasts spilled out of the cups. She let the scrap of lace fall to the ground, and reveled in the wild need that came into Gabe’s eyes. His hands squeezed the post, and his arm muscles bulged and strained until she thought he might snap it off completely.
She didn’t remove the panties, but cupped the weight of her breasts in each hand, tweaking her nipples between her fingers and feeling the tug and pull of desire deep inside of her.
“You’re killing me, Grace. Don’t make me beg.”
She kept her gaze steady on his as she moved one of her hands down her torso and dipped her fingers inside her panties. The curls that covered her desire were moist, and her fingers slipped through the delicate folds. She couldn’t help but moan as her fingers hit the sensitive bud of her clitoris.
Gabe’s erection looked painful. It stood rigid against his stomach, the head engorged with blood and the tip seeping precum. His sac was tight against his body, and the muscles in his thighs quivered.
She stopped her teasing and moved closer to him, the sway of her hips answering the call of his desire. She kissed him gently, despite the need consuming her. She wanted to devour her conquest, to take no prisoners. The storm raging outside matched the one taking place in her body. But self-control was key, and she had self-control in spades.
She ran her finger, still damp with her juices, over his bottom lip, and he immediately took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and savoring her taste.
“Don’t get greedy. I told you not to move.” He released her finger and promised retribution with his eyes. She couldn’t wait.
She kissed her way down his chest, lowering herself to her knees in front of him. She breathed in the scent of his arousal and nuzzled her cheek against his rigid length.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this.”
“It’s probably like riding a bike. You never really forget how.”
Grace laughed against him and looked up into his eyes. Sweat dampened his skin with the restraint he used to hold himself still, but his gaze was steady as he stared back at her. She didn’t look away as she took him in her hand and kissed away the moisture at his tip. Her lips were salty as she ran her tongue over them.
His taste and texture were familiar, as was the growl he made in the back of his throat when her tongue hit the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. Her throat opened as she took him farther and farther down, and she kept the pump of her hand steady.
He spread his legs apart for better balance, and she cupped his balls in her other hand, massaging the area just behind with her fingers.
“Shit, Grace. I’m going to come. Stop.” He lowered his hands and took hold of her head, and she immediately stopped what she was doing.
“No one said you could move your hands. You made a deal. If you break it now, the whole thing’s off. We can play cards for the next few hours.”
“When this is over, I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”
“I’m counting on it. Now get your hands back where they belong.”
He did what he was told, and Grace took him back in her mouth, redoubling her efforts to get him back where he’d been. He strained against her, trying to hold back his release, but she was relentless. She took him deep, swirling her tongue around him while keeping the steady pump of her hand going.
“Last chance, Grace. I’m going to come.”
She purred while her mouth was wrapped around him, and the vibrations sent him over the edge. He shouted out, and she drank every drop of him down like wine. She licked her lips and slithered back up his body, her own need for release even more potent since she’d experienced his.
His hands were still above him, but his head hung down, and his breath rasped in and out of his lungs. Sweat covered his skin. Grace kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding sinuously against his, and she felt him stir against her. She ran her hands over his shoulders and up his arms, unwrapping them from the post and pulling them around her so he held her close.
“Mmm, I guess you fulfilled your part of the deal after all.”
“A deal’s a deal. Now it’s my turn.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Before she knew what was happening, he had her wrists held captive behind her back and her torso bent over the side of the bed. The texture of the bedspread was rough against her sensitive nipples, and she could feel the moisture pooling between her legs and running down her thighs.
He didn’t give her warning as he plunged into her wet heat. He filled her completely, and the position made him feel even larger. He leaned over her, her arms held prisoner between them, and she screamed as the head of his cock hit the furthest point inside her. Her inner walls clamped around him, and her climax tore through her, wrecking her body and leaving her nothing more than a shattered shell of a woman.
Too many sensations bombarded her system. The coolness of the sheets beneath her. The heat of Gabe on top of her. The candlelight flickered behind her closed eyelids, and the smell of wax and sex permeated the air. He released her arms and moved her so she lay fully on the bed. He grabbed the bed pillows and wedged them beneath her, spreading her legs wider and changing the angle of penetration again.
“I can’t, Gabe. No more.”
“Yes, you can.” He kissed his way up her spine and nipped at the base of her neck. “Do you have any idea how good you feel around me?”
All she could do was moan in response. He’d stopped moving, and she wiggled against him in anticipation as the heat started to build inside her once again. He moved his hand beneath her and cupped her mound, holding in the pulsing heat that quivered there. His hand skimmed down her back, leaving chills along her skin, and his finger circled the puckered star of her anus.
“Oh, God, Gabe.” Sensations spiraled through her like lightning. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Move inside me. Just fuck me. I’m begging.”
He pulled out of her slowly until only the very tip of his cock was still inside her. He dipped his finger lower and gathered her juices before bringing it back up to her rear passage. He sank his finger in slowly just as he pushed his cock back inside of her to the hilt. His fingers kept busy in front and behind, building the pressure and matching his thrusts in intensity, and sensitive nerve endings she never knew existed had her pushing back against him, eager for more. He was relentless in his goal, giving her no choice but to feel the myriad of pleasures he was providing.
It only took a few thrusts before the heat gathered in her pussy and spiraled outward. She buried her face in the covers and screamed as she flooded his cock with her come. He thrust one last time and moaned into her hair before he collapsed on top of her.
“We’ve got to learn to pace ourselves,” Gabe said a while later. “I can’t feel my feet.”
Grace smiled and burrowed closer into his side. “Tell me about Kimball while you’re recovering.”
Gabe stiffened slightly at the sound of Kimball’s name—the hazy, postcoital bliss short-lived. Being with Grace made it easy to forget the other things in his life. He took a minute before he answered her, just enjoying having her pliant in his arms.
“You saw the dossier on Kimball. He was former CIA, but he’s connected to us. To me at least.” Gabe combed her hair with his fingers. “His handler was a man named Derrick Kyle, and Kyle worked undercover for Tussad.”
Grace froze in his arms at the mention of Tussad’s name. “You’re kidding me?” She sat up beside him, the sheet covering her lap but leaving her breasts bare to his gaze.
“Oh, it gets better. Derrick Kyle’s direct boss during the duration of his time in Tussad’s organization was Frank Bennett. But someone leaked Kyle’s identity to Tussad, and he was sent back to the US in a tiny box.”
“You think Shawn Kimball knew about Kyle’s involvement in Tussad’s organization? You think he was the leak?”
“It’s all pieces to the puzzle, Grace. I’ll know for sure once I talk to Kimball.”
She pushed back the covers and got out of bed, pacing around the room in agitation. She was a sight to see,
