Grace (The ‘Hello’ series)

14. Chapter 14

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I shouldn’t back down. I should try to see what I want and give in. Even if it’s just a tad.

“I’m confused,” I confess.

As I feel he’s about to speak, I place my hand on his strong chest. The rapid beating of his heart thrums against my fingers as I shake my head.

“I’m confused by this, whatever this is,” I say softly. “Confused about why you want me and why I want you.” I sigh, my gaze flicking up at his. “I’m not sure what to do,” I whisper and relax my touch slightly as I notice I’m pushing him back, even though he wasn’t moving an inch.

“Oh, sweet Grace.” He smiles, truly smiles as his hands glide over my thighs and he steps between them. “I can show you, help you. If you let me. You just need to say it.”

My breath catches as I stare at his touch, how my dress rises up, my panties peeking under the hem and the way his thumb trails up toward the flimsy fabric.

My core quivers as his touch lures me closer. Sparks rush under my skin, and my pussy pulses, in need of more than a simple graze.

“Let me touch you, darling,” he says, his voice a low growl.

My lingering touch on his chest softens further as it trails to his shoulder. “Okay,” I breathe.

“Okay?” he asks, his thumb gilding over my panties.

“Touch me, show me.” I pause as he stills. A slight cock of his head, and my blush heightens, remembering what he asked me, what I should call him when… I want more, when I’m… turned on.

“Sir,” I add, and a soft smile spreads on his features as he leans closer until his lips hover over mine. His breath tickles my lips as I hold perfectly still, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“You’re in control, darling. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” he whispers, teasing my lips with his as his fingers continue higher, curling around my panties.

“Did I make you this wet?” he asks as he tugs my underwear away from my skin.

I nod without a sound as my hand wraps around his neck, needing him to keep me steady.

“Words, darling,” he murmurs with a small peck on my lips.

“Y–Y–Yes, sir,” I stammer.

He groans. My panties snap against my skin just before Daniel grabs them again. “Such a good girl.”

A soft moan rolls off my tongue at his praise, and he nudges my ass up with his other hand. When I move, he tugs my panties down my legs. He edges back, his gaze dropping, and my thighs threaten to close.

“Let me look at you. Let me see how pretty you are,” he instructs and rolls my panties over my ankles as he lowers to his knees. He puts my wet panties in his pocket, and his hands run up my legs again before I can ask what he’s planning to do with my stolen underwear.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Look at you,” he praises and inches closer, his eyes locked on my pussy as my chest rises and falls with every sharp breath.

My hands itch to brace on his shoulders, to hold onto something so I don’t fall over and end whatever is starting between us.

My dress rises higher, and his breath tickles over the insides of my thighs. I can feel his sharp exhale on my mound.

Daniel’s gentle, parting my pussy with his fingers as he takes me in. My heart races against my ribs as my thighs shake. Every moment of ‘almost’ ramps up the tension until I’m afraid to breathe.

“So pretty,” he whispers, and his dark eyes snap up to me. I gasp as our eyes lock, and he moves closer.

His lips part, his tongue flicks over me, and my body twitches.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises before brushing his tongue over my clit again. “So good,” he adds as a soft whimper escapes me.

His fingers relax, his hands trail over my thighs, and he grabs onto my hips.

“Hold onto me, darling,” he orders gently, his lips grazing over my pussy.

I squirm in his grip. As much as I want him, I’m hesitant, my body frozen. I can’t look away from his face buried between my legs. His hands on my body… it’s…it’s beautiful. The porn I watched didn’t prepare me properly. It was a pale imitation of what Daniel’s giving me.

He trails his tongue over my clit, gently and slowly, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to move, closer and closer. His tongue moves harder, faster, giving me everything I didn’t know I needed. My breathing shortens and my core tightens as my lips stay parted.

“Oh, Daniel,” I moan, and my fingers intertwine with his hair, holding him tight.

“Good girl,” he grunts.

His lips latch around my clit, and he slightly sucks in a steady rhythm—suck, release, suck, release. He doesn’t hold on long enough that it hurts. It’s just enough for my pussy to clench almost painfully, and my hips try to move away on instinct, but his hold doesn’t slacken. Neither does mine as my core swirls. With the measured strokes of his tongue and his continued sucking, I buck with him as ecstasy moves through me so fast, so high, that my entire body tenses.

“Oh… oh!” I bite my bottom lip because I’m afraid I’m going to scream. My body breaks, shatters as I hit a point where I can’t move, only ride through pleasure itself as wetness pours from me and Daniel’s touch softens but doesn’t stop.

“Keep going, darling. Ride my tongue through your orgasm,” he says and softens his teases, stretching this euphoric release as my head falls back and I try to keep him between my legs.

I always believed I'd experienced an orgasm before. Well, I was wrong. So, so wrong.

His touch slows, every move of his flat tongue softer, gentler until my orgasm ebbs. My legs spasm when he licks over my clit again. He makes a pleased sound as I fight to catch my breath.

“Darling, I’m so proud of you. You did perfectly,” he says, a smile tugging his lips up as his chin glistens from my release.

“I’m sorry, I–I–I don’t know wh—”

He stands and cups my cheeks, silencing me as he stares into my soul. “You are wonderful. You came so hard for me, just how I hoped you would.”

“Oh,” I say, my doubts fading sightly. “It never happened before.”

“You never squirted before?”

I shake my head. “I never…” I clear my throat. “It never felt like that. That… good.”

His brows pinch together. “Even when you touch yourself?”

I gulp as I slightly shift.

“It’s okay, Grace. Tell me,” Daniel encourages.

“I never really liked touching myself or anything close to… sexual,” I admit, feeling twice as awkward.

He grins. “But you did with me?”

“Yes… I did.” I sigh, knowing I can’t hide from him. Not when my pussy is still dripping on his desk, not when his hands are on me, not when his chin still shines with my release.

“Can I watch? When you touch yourself?” he asks.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as his question feels even more intimate than what we just did.

I blink. “I–I…”

“Darling, let me teach you,” he whispers.

I take a sharp breath. “Okay.”

“Thank you, my sweet, good girl,” he says. “You’re doing so, so good, Grace.”

My skin tingles at his praise as he tucks a stray hair behind my ear. A part of me is confused how we got to this point, but the other part is confused how we didn’t end up here sooner. If he wants me like this, has wanted me like this and has known I want him… is it just because he’s been waiting for my permission?

“I wonder, though,” he starts, amusement glinting in his eyes.

“What?” I ask.

“I wonder how many times I can make you squirt like that, come like that.” He hums, his hands dropping to my sides as he steps so close, the outline of his hard cock nudges against my wet, sensitive pussy.

“With my tongue,” he whispers as his lips graze over my ear. “With my fingers.” He slightly sucks on my lobe. “And with my cock.”

Oh, God.