Grace (The ‘Hello’ series)

21. Chapter 21

twenty-one

Daniel

B eing with Grace is shockingly easy. It’s comfortable and feels natural just working with her in this very claustrophobic kitchen. She hums along to the music, moving her hips slightly, and has me try everything she makes. It’s adorable and so touching that she cares about my opinion even though she’s the one who’s an expert in the kitchen.

She makes putting together a lasagna an art, and she can manage it all.

Our conversation is just as natural, talking about when we were kids in the kitchen, stories about our favorite foods, the best restaurants we’ve been to, which leads to us both telling stories about being with friends. Grace gets quieter on those, but I notice she’s bringing up Ashley more.

My sweet little darling is coming out of her shell more and more. I haven’t met Ashley, but I already appreciate the girl for encouraging Grace so much. Grace sighs as we layer the noodles, the cheese, and the meat.

She laughs when I playfully lay a noodle incorrectly and looks at me over her shoulder, her big, green eyes sparkling. “Maybe I should have suggested meat pies instead if you’re going to lay noodles like that.”

“It adds some flair,” I tease.

She laughs lightly. “Why not!”

She doesn’t correct it right away, but just as I move to ladle some of the meat, I notice her correcting it. I tap the spoon against her nose, making her gasp, then lick the sauce off her, listening as she squeaks and giggles.

Any doubt I had about coming over here is gone. I never expected things to be so right with her. I was sure we’d be fine sexually, but seeing how she’s capable at work, and now in the kitchen, with how she handles rumors, how she lights up a room and always tries to be positive instead of spreading rumors or being vindictive… she’s a true prize.

I never thought that we’d take whatever it is that we have outside of the office, but now that we’re here, I can’t believe that we didn’t do this sooner. It seems like a shame.

Even though I shouldn’t be, I’m glad we’ve taken this step. I’m even happier that she initiated it.

As she bends over to put our finished lasagna in the oven, my control slips and I run my hands over her ass. She squirms and glances back at me. It’s the same look she’s given me whenever there’s been a short break in our conversation.

She doesn’t know what to do with me, but it’s more. There’s something on her mind that keeps her squirming, keeps her from acting on any lust that she does feel for me. I tried to show her yesterday in the office that her touch does plenty for me, but there’s something that’s still hesitant about her.

I can’t expect her to slide out of her shell all at once, but I’m still frustrated that she’s hiding something from me.

I lead her from the kitchen and to the couch. “What’s on your mind, Grace? I can’t help if I don’t know.”

“It’s nothing,” she says quickly. “I’m happy you’re here.”

I level our gazes, making sure she knows how serious I am. “I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me anything. If you don’t feel that, I’m worried I’m doing something wrong. I’d always rather you tell me, no matter whether I’ll like it or not.”

She takes an uneven breath. “I’m wondering if I’ll ever be able to touch you,” she whispers.

I stare at her. She wants to touch me? Doesn’t she realize that I’m fully satisfied just by pleasuring her, just by making her come?

She puts both of her hands on my chest. “If you don’t want me to, that’s okay! It is. I won’t ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I was just wondering because it seems like everything’s about me, but I want to… never mind.”

I clear my throat. “What would you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” she says slowly, her cheeks going red. “I want to know how you feel… how you… how you taste.”

Fuck, she should not look so damn adorable, so sexy, saying that. She nibbles her bottom lip and stares at me from under her lashes. That look, combined with her words, has me hard immediately. I take a slow breath, but control is just out of reach.

I told myself that I’d limit what we could do because if we go all the way, this isn’t a game anymore. It’s not casual. As it is, I feel addicted to her. Making her moan, making her smile, building her up into the woman I know she can be… it’s something I can’t stop myself from doing, but if we go further…

“Have you ever done something like that?” I ask.

She nods slowly. “Yes. I did with… you know…” She doesn’t say Bash’s name, which is a blessing. “But I never really liked it. I didn’t like most of the things we did, but with you it’s different. I… I really enjoy everything we do together, Daniel.”

She does exactly what I want, opening up to me, telling me what’s on her mind, but I don’t know if I can match that. Not yet. It involves revealing too many things that could hurt us. Plus, I’m not stupid. I know what will happen if we try to take this public.

Instead, I focus on the important question at the moment. “When’s your roommate coming home?”

“Ehm… not until later, I think. She mostly works evenings.” She shrugs. “Just thirty more minutes, then the lasagna is done. Let me wash my hands and clean up a little.”

I watch Grace take care of things. She piles dishes in the sink, washes her hands, and wipes down the counter. I’m sure if I don’t catch her, I’ll lose to the dishes. So, I grab our glasses of wine and put them on the coffee table. I sit down on the couch, drawing Grace’s attention. She’s hyperaware of me, as always. I clear my throat as I take her in. She continues putting things away, her hair sliding around her shoulders as she moves, her freckles so obvious on her face. She’s beautiful, no matter what she does.

She hangs up her apron and stares at me. Her plump lips push into a line, and I notice that her eyes are nervous. Even if she’s turned on just being with me, she doesn’t know what she’s allowed to do and is already second-guessing her request.

I don’t want that. She should own her sexuality. She should know exactly how sexy she is, should know all the pleasure she deserves.

I speak slowly, revealing just a bit. “I enjoy everything we’ve done, Grace. I like making you come. I like it so much that I don’t feel the need to have you return the favor.”

She takes a ragged breath and licks her bottom lip.

“Come here,” I say as Grace dries her hands.

She slowly walks over to me, her eyes dipping to my strained slacks, which are barely shielding my hard cock from her.

Once she’s close enough, I take her hand. “Do you want to show me how good you can be for me?”

She gulps. “Yes, sir.”

God, just that submission makes my cock twitch. I groan. “Then show me, darling. Show me everything you want to explore.”

She’s hesitant, like she doesn’t know what to do. I nod to her. “Get on your knees and open my pants, darling,” I command in a low, husky voice.

Her eyes dilate as her cheeks flush, but she drops to her knees. She struggles with my belt at first because she’s so flustered, but once she gets it undone, she goes right for my zipper. Her eyes flick up to me as she drags the zipper down and edges my pants and boxers down to slowly stroke over my hard cock.

Fuck. Grace’s hands are so small, so warm, so soft. As she slowly strokes over my length, I peek down the front of her dress. Her breasts are so perky, so perfect. And today, apparently, she’s not wearing a bra. I can see the dark pink of her areola, and it only makes me harder.

I lay my arms over the back of the couch to avoid touching her, rushing her, taking control. She leans closer to me, her body between my knees as she keeps exploring me with her fingers, gently stroking her hand over my cock.

Another groan leaves my throat. “Grace.”

“You’re so big,” she breathes.

“Taste it,” I order.

Her eyes flick to me, then she leans forward and gently licks across the head. I hiss between my teeth but nod. She continues, slowly licking, swirling her tongue, trying different moves before she spreads her lips and sucks the head of my cock.

“Good girl. Yes, keep going,” I encourage.

She goes down deeper, then pops back up. I can tell she’s struggling with my size. I’m thick and long, and I know that she’s not experienced, not really. She tries again, and again, steadily going deeper, taking more of me even when she has to turn her head in different positions to make it work.

Watching her plump lips stretch around my cock is fucking magic. My head falls back as she works her mouth around me, up and down, over and over, so hot and wet and perfect.

“Fuck, Grace. Just like that,” I grunt as my nails dig into the back of the couch. “Use your tongue, darling. Yes… fucking perfect. Just like that. So fucking good.”

She increases her speed slowly, eager to please, so damn obedient and sweet. I can’t get enough of her.

“Just a little deeper,” I groan. “Good, good girl.”

She makes a wet sound as she tries to breathe around my cock but doesn’t stop as she slurps and sucks. Fuck, my control is eroding by the second, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. When she gasps and quickly draws back just to take me again, I nearly come.

Her red hair clinging to her, her eyes on me, her mouth full of my cock and her fucking tits… it’s too much. My fingers tangle with her red hair, digging in. My hips draw back and I sharply thrust up into her throat.

She gags, her throat tightening around my cock as her eyes grow watery. I love the face she’s making, the fact that she’s not pulling away.

I nod to her. “Take it, Grace. Breathe through your nose.”

She does, her throat relaxes, and I slide deeper. Fuck, her throat is so tight, her mouth so good. I keep thrusting and praising her. I can’t stop telling her how good she is, how right she feels, how well she’s doing until I come, filling her pretty mouth. I slowly ease back and watch my cum roll over her bottom lip and to her chin.

Tears brim her eyes, her cheeks are fiery red, her lips raw and beautiful as she pants. How can I possibly ignore her or pretend she’s just fun? That she’s not everything I want in one perfect little package? I lift her up and pull her close so her small frame straddles my lap.

“Are you okay?” I feel bad, but sated. I know I overwhelmed her. I slowly wipe my cum off her chin and lip. But then, she takes my hand, wraps her lips around my fingers, and sucks them clean. Her eyes snap to mine, and a shivering breath leaves me.

I groan with her. “Darling, you okay?”

She nods, releasing my fingers with a Pop . “I am.”

She squirms on my lap, her skirt rising up, and I feel how wet she is. Her panties are soaked as she sits on my lap. I couldn’t have made a better woman even with all the tech in the world.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” I breathe. “You want more, don’t you? You need more than my cock down your pretty throat.”

She smiles softly. “I do, sir.”

There’s no hesitation as her eyes twinkle and she grinds her hips against my half-hard cock. I don’t think I’ll be able to deny her a damn thing once she owns who she is. As it is, it feels like a losing battle to tell her no.

I want Grace like I can’t remember ever wanting anyone because nothing with her is enough. There’s only more and how I can get it.