Page 53 of Ethan & Grace

“Yeah . . . something’s ringing a bell.”

Our mouths moved feverishly against each other. Without breaking the kiss, I guided us onto the sofa. I sat down and pulled Grace onto my lap. Straddling my thighs, she pressed her hips against mine. I gasped for breath, and she let out a startled sound as my erection pressed between her legs. I could have sworn I already felt her damp warmth through the fabric of her trousers. Our eyes met, and the pull between us reached new heights. My entire body tingled, and my crotch throbbed with longing.

“Is this OK?” I asked hopefully.

She nodded and pressed her lips to mine again.

I slid my hand to the back of her neck and kissed her more deeply. She sighed, contented, and leant against my chest. And even though I had fantasised about fucking her in her maid’s uniform, I suddenly wished she were naked. I missed the feel of her skin against mine. I made to pull off her top.

“Don’t,” she cut in. I took my hand away. “It’s your turn today. Because if I remember correctly, I still owe you.”

Oh, fuck.

Grace barely gave me time to process what she had said before she was kissing a trail from my lips down to my neck. She sucked lightly at my throat, and I imagined what it would feel like if she did the same to other parts of my body. Her kisses moved lower—from my collarbone to my chest, then to my stomach. My breathing quickened as she traced the contours of my abs with her tongue, lower and lower, until at last she was kneeling before me. She looked up at me with an innocent smile that was at odds with the glow of longing in her eyes.

My heart pounded and my cock throbbed.

Grace wrapped a hand around my erection—confidently and without hesitating, the way I’d come to expect from her. She began to stroke me skilfully through the fabric of my shorts. I pressed myself eagerly into her hand. Having to take care of myself on Thursday made it feel all the better now to finally be touched by her.

“Do you like that?” she teased. It was the same question I’d asked her in the pool, when she’d barely been able to speak.

“Yes, but it’d be even better without the shorts.”

“Maybe I’ll take them off for you—if you ask nicely.”

I laughed hoarsely. “Would you please take my shorts off?”

Grace gave a thoughtful hum, as if deliberating whether my request had been nice enough. It was pure torture. But at last she relented and reached for the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips before she could change her mind. Luckily, Grace didn’t draw out the game any further, and pulled off not only my running shorts but my boxers as well.

The appreciative look in her eyes worked on my ego like Viagra. I grew even harder. So hard it hurt.

Grace reached for me and let her fingertips dance lightly over my hardness.

I groaned, from both pleasure and frustration. Her ghost of a touch was too much . . . and yet far too little. I thrust my hips towards her.

“Impatient?”

“If I say yes, will you put me out of my misery or keep torturing me?”

She shrugged. “You’ll find out.”

I gave a frustrated hiss. I should have known this woman would be my undoing. “Yes! I’m impatient.”

It seemed to be the answer Grace had been hoping for, because she wrapped her hand around me and began to stroke. After a few seconds, she brought her other hand into play. I groaned, which brought a smile to her lips. She was clearly enjoying driving me wild. My hips began to move instinctively in rhythm with her hands. Her eyes darted back and forth between my face and my erection, fascinated, as if she were taking just as much pleasure from this as I was. Then, suddenly, she let go. I was about to protest when she shifted her weight to bend over my lap. Her warm breath brushed against my hot skin.

Holy shit! She wouldn’t, would she?

Oh yes, she would!

Her lips closed around the tip of my cock, where I was most sensitive. My hips jerked towards her of their own accord as she began to alternate between licking and sucking. I bit my tongue to stop myself from coming within the next five seconds. Grace was absolutely perfect, and I wanted to savour the fantasy of her in that uniform, on her knees for me, as long as possible. I didn’t want it to end before it had even really begun.

I reached out a hand to her, stroking her hair, encouraging her to go on, to take me deeper. With my fingers tangled in her blond hair, I guided her until our movements fell into a rhythm that felt right. I had never imagined that a woman who never tired of challenging me, and who claimed she didn’t even particularly like me, would trust me in this way, but she did. And she was right to. I’d never do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, so I kept a close eye on her. The throbbing in my groin grew stronger with every rise and fall of her head, until I couldn’t take it any longer.

I pulled Grace away from me. “Stop.”

She seemed uncertain. Her pupils were dilated, her hair tousled from my fingers. She looked so fucking beautiful. “Did I do something wrong?”

I laughed, my voice hoarse and rough with desire. I’d never heard anything more absurd. “No, not at all. You were perfect. But I want to be inside you when I come. That is, if you want that too?”