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She hums, like she’s considering, and then tilts her head up so she can brush her lips along the base of my neck. One brush, two, and then, holy shit, she starts to suck me there.
It’s a jolt straight to my dick, which stands quickly to attention. For good reason, because…
“I want you to teach me how to give a blowjob.”
Fuck. When I saw that item on the list, I knew the day we tackled it was going to be a great one. Guess we’re there now.
“Okay, Goldie.” I bend down and catch her lips. “What a dream you are. Let’s go to my bedroom.” She still hasn’t seen my master, and I can’t wait to have her in my bed.
“Oh, yes.” I can tell she’s intrigued.
When we get there, it’s probably not as thrilling as she thought it would be. I had a designer pick everything out, and it’s a masculine light gray theme. There’s plenty of décor, but it’s all neutral colors.
“Your bed.” Her eyes are big.
Well, yes, okay, maybe that is a standout piece. I had it custom ordered when I first moved in. The headboard is hand-carved, and the wood stained a dark brown. It’s even larger than a California king, so there’s a ton of room to spread out.
It cost an absurd amount of money when I bought it, but yep—it was another thing I saw as a lifetime purchase when I got the house.
Grace walks over to it and sits down, testing the mattress with her hands. “You could fit like six people in this bed.”
“Something like that.” I chuckle.
Suddenly she looks up at me, worried.
“What is it?”
“Have there…been a lot of people in this bed?”
Oh. “No, nope. Just me. You’re the first woman in this room.” Her face immediately relaxes. “Well, other than my mom and the cleaners. Oh, and the decorator.”
She laughs softly. “Okay. Okay good.”
I never brought any of the women, like Kelly, that I saw casually, back to my house. We always ended up at hotels or their place.
I hate to interrupt the reason for us being in here, but maybe it’s time for Grace to know more of my history. This is the second time she’s expressed concerns about other women, and I don’t want her to worry about that at all.
I sit down on the bed next to her and put my hand on her knee.
“I’ve only had one girlfriend in my life, back in high school. Her name was Amy. She was a softball player, like my mom.”
Grace studies me, looking a little unsure where I’m going with this.
“We were friends first, and she was the only girl in town that didn’t care how good I was at football. Maybe we would have just stayed friends otherwise, but I liked that a lot. It made me comfortable being myself with her.” She nods in understanding. “Anyway, the relationship ran its course, and we broke up when we left for college.”
“And then?”
A loaded question. “Then there was a period where I had…I did keep things casual…”
“Like Landon.”
“A little different than Landon. I wasn’t as quick as him to end things after one night. Eventually, a situation would fade for one reason or another. And since I’ve been with the Waves, I’ve had to be even more careful who I let into my world.”
“I get that.”
I squeeze her knee. “The point is there’s been no one else like you. No one who I could talk to for hours, who I couldn’t wait to be with when I was away, and who I wanted awish listfrom.” A smile starts creeping back onto her face, and I kiss her forehead.
She puts her right hand on top of the one I have on her knee and threads her fingers into mine. “Thank you for sharing.”
