Remembering

Remembering
By AnitaB
Chapter three: So much for home cookin’

Damn she loved the feel of him under her hands. Hot, smooth skin outlined the solid bulk of hard, strong muscles. And she couldn’t touch enough of it because his hands were peeling her suit jacket off her body. Then, those arms held her tight against the heat of his chest and Grace was free to explore the bare heat of that upper body. “I need you, too. Right now.”

Grace could feel the low rasp of his groan against her lips before his kiss stole her breath and his hands dragged heat up her back. //Wayne,// Big hands drove a shiver up her back and followed it up to her shoulders. //More,// She needed those fingers on all of her skin, needed his body closer against her own, hotter, tighter. Dragging herself back from the kiss, Grace smiled at his low whisper of her name. Wayne wanted this as much as she did. She locked her eyes on his face as she pulled her shirt off over her head. His eyes were worth it, igniting every nerve in her body with the heat in them. “Grace, sweetheart…” His hand shook in the air between them for a second before sliding over her shoulder to cover her heart. “Grace, you are so beautiful.”

His arms pulled her closer as his head dipped to brush warm lips down her neck. “Hmm, Wayne,” Grace got a grip on his shoulders and helplessly arched into the heat of his arms and his kiss. He kissed his way over her shoulder to the strap of her bra. The wet glide of his tongue against her skin made her knees go weak. “Wayne, please,”

“I got you, Grace,” Those arms shifted and Grace found herself clinging to his shoulders for the short walk to his bed. “I got you, sweetheart.” Soft cotton rubbed along her back as Wayne lowered her onto the mattress. Then big hands slid up her back to the hooks of her bra. “I gotta see you, Grace, gotta touch you.” Between them, they got the cloth out of the way and he cupped her breasts with a low groan. Big, gentle hands explored her curves as he kissed his way over her ribs. She fought to breathe as those lips got closer to the most sensitive nerves. Grace caught one hand in his hair and clenched the other against the hard, flexing muscles of his back. //More, Wayne, closer.// He stopped, so damn close that she could feel his breath ghosting over the peak of her breast and looked up at her with hot eyes. “Grace?”

“Yes, Wayne, please.” Grace got to see his slow smile before those lips were busy making her eyes close and her back arch. Wayne was killing her with gentle suction and an exploring tongue. Big hands pressed flat against her back, holding her still in the circle of his arms. All the while, her nerves begged her to move, to feel more of the man in her arms. “Wayne… ah…please.” Grace crossed her ankles behind his hips and dug her nails into his back. “More, please.”

She felt and adored the sound of his low groan as it shook her ribs. Then she groaned as his fingers clenched on her hip and pulled her tight against his body. “Grace,” She could feel him, hard against her stomach as Wayne dragged her close for a deep, exploring kiss. Strong arms held her tight against every hot, hard muscle in his upper body. And it was glorious, but nowhere near enough. Kicking off her shoes, Grace braced her heels on the bed and rubbed up against him deliberately. Time to hurry him up. “Baby, please.”

Grace laughed against his lips and rubbed both hands over his back. “Time to lose the pants, Wayne. Get mine off too.” He looked like a big kid on Christmas morning. Granted, she was the present he wanted to open. Wayne braced his arms on either side of her and dragged hungry eyes down her body to the belt. His smile got even wider. Suddenly, Wayne was kneeling at her feet with his hands fighting open her buckle, button and zipper. Then she wasn’t allowed to see the look on his face as he kissed and licked a line low across her stomach, but she could feel his shoulders move under her nails. “Wayne,”

“Right here, Baby. Hold on.” She felt the edge of his teeth against the edge of her hip as his hands dragged her pants down her thighs to peel off her ankles. “God, you’re beautiful.” Strong hands rubbed from her knees up to her waist, and she could feel every inch of her skin beg to be the next in the path of those fingertips. Wayne smiled against her lips, kissing her rasp of a moan away. “I love that you want me this much, Grace.” The panties were next to be peeled away and then it was his turn to groan low and harsh against her lips as his fingers explored between her thighs. “Grace, you feel…”

Enough, she needed him out of his pants right damn now. Grace pushed against his shoulders, forcing him back enough to reach his belt. “Wayne, naked, now.” She couldn’t let him touch her until she’d gotten him bare or she was going to shred those pants. “I do want you, Wayne, and not just your hands.” He caught her lips for a desperate kiss as her hands won the battle against his clothes and slid the zipper down. Getting her eyes back to his face, Grace wrapped all ten fingers around the hard, hot length of his erection. “I got you, Wayne. I love that you want me this much.” She loved feeling every inch of his body arch into the grip of her fingers. She simply adored the sound on his lips before Wayne crushed her tight against his chest and kissed her breathless and mindless.

“Grace,” He pressed down against her, stopping the stroke of her hands by trapping them between their bodies. He felt so damn good, so close, so hard. //Wayne,// One big hand cupped her cheek as his breath rushed and caught against her lips. “Grace, I need inside you. Please, baby, say yes.” His hips rocked against hers, helplessly rubbing and arching as his eyes begged hers. Every single inch of her body knew there would never be any going back once she’d felt him inside her. And that was exactly what Grace wanted, needed more than anything. “Grace, please,”

She couldn’t breathe enough to answer. Instead, she’d have to show him. Grace caught his lips in a desperate kiss and guided the tip of his erection into position between her thighs. Her body arched on its own, taking just the head of him inside. He felt… “Yes, Wayne,”

He stopped, one hand on her hip holding her still beneath him. “Eyes, Grace. Look at me.” She hadn’t realized that she’d closed her eyes at the feel of him until that hard heat stopped barely inside. //Tease,// Grace forced her eyes open to meet those big, brown puppy dog eyes of his. “There, Grace. I have to see this in your face. So beautiful.” It was so hard to keep her eyes open as every hot, hard inch of him pressed slowly deeper. No one, ever, had felt so damn good just sliding home. “That’s my Grace. So good.”

Her hips responded to the sound of his voice and the slow press of his hips, arching into his thrust to get just a little more of him inside. No one had ever been so deep, so close, so strong and gentle all at once. “Wayne, please.” Grace helplessly closed her eyes and arched against the feel of him, wrapping her legs tight around his hips to hold him close. When his lips touched hers, Grace gave up on thinking or breathing and lost herself in his kiss.

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She was heaven, all soft skin and need in his arms. Wayne could feel himself crumbling at the soft heat of her fingers wrapped around his erection, the smooth silk of her body under his. He was going to spill over her fingertips if she stroked him one more time. Frantically breaking the kiss, Wayne helplessly groaned her name and moved to pin her under his body. //Oh, please, baby, wait.// Her hand couldn’t move pressed that tightly between their bodies, but it didn’t keep her from tightening her grip and stealing his control. He caught her precious face in his hands and found himself begging. “Grace, I need inside you. Please, baby, say yes.” His hips were begging too, helplessly rocking and arching into the grip of her hands. “Grace, please.”

The heat in her face was so beautiful as his precious Grace moved to wrap just the tip of him in the softest, sweetest heat he’d ever felt. And then her eyes closed and she moaned his name. //No, baby.// He needed her eyes on his face. Had to see this. Had to keep her hips still under his. “Eyes, Grace. Look at me.” He felt the struggle in her body to both take him deeper and get her eyes open. Wayne tightened his hold on her hip and waited impatiently for her eyes. “There, Grace. I have to see this in your face. So beautiful.” Locking his eyes on hers, he fought his nerves to a standstill in order to ever so slowly bury himself in her heat. So tight, so soft, and so damn warm she was burning him alive. Wayne watched her eyes flutter and her lips part on a breathless gasp, watched her fight to hold his gaze as her body felt every inch of his. //That’s it, baby, feel me. Feel us together.// “That’s my Grace. So good.”

At the last moment her hips arched into his, forcing the last inch of him deep and hard inside her. No woman had ever felt like this. No woman before Grace had ever stolen so much of his control with just the first slide home. And the sound of her voice. “Wayne, please.” Wrapping his trembling arms tight around her body, Wayne felt her legs tighten around his hips and leaned down for her kiss. //So damn good, and still not enough.//

He drowned himself in her kiss, the sweet taste of her on his tongue and tried to find some scraps of his self-control. If he made the first thrust inside her before he got a grip on himself, it might also be the last. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel all of her as fast and hard as he could. But he needed to feel her shatter in his arms and scream his name. Wayne needed to make her feel as good as she had already made him feel. Weakly breaking the kiss, he locked his eyes to her face and made a gentle thrust against her body. “Grace,” Her eyes fluttered, her legs tightened, and her body finished his thrust, meeting his hips hard with her own.

“Wayne, more.” The next thrust was harder and deeper, following the guidance of her nails in his shoulders and her heels at his back. She owned him, every single inch of his body obeyed the sound of her voice and the pull of her body. Wayne got lost in the rhythm of each arch of her hips, loving each gasp and sigh on her delicious lips. He was lost in the slick, smooth heat of her skin under his, all of it so hot and soft. Her nails dug slightly into his shoulders with each meeting of their hips, harder with each thrust. With the next rasp of his name, Wayne fought for the tiniest bit of control. He wanted to see, feel exactly how much she wanted this, him. He wanted to watch her gorgeous body move over his, feel her claim him.

“Grace,” Clenching both hands on her hips, Wayne rolled to his back without losing one inch of contact with her skin. Her eyes flew open with the first thrust of his hips under hers. “That’s it, my Grace. Show me.” Those gorgeous hands rubbed over his chest to brace against his stomach. And then she tried to kill him with the beautiful dance and twist of her hips over his. She was breathtaking, with her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her lips opened on the sound of his name. Her hips rocked, plunging over his to drive him deeper than he’d ever been before. So soft, so hot, so tight. Her nails dug just slightly into his stomach as her hips danced faster. //Yes, baby, more.// His hands wandered, obsessed with touching every inch of the gorgeous skin above him, cupping her breasts . She was perfection, every smooth, soft inch of her. “Sweet Grace. More, please, baby, more.”

“Hmm, Wayne.” Her eyes felt closed and her hands spread wide over his skin. Before he stopped groaning at the sweet sound of her voice, her eyes burned into his and her lips were a breath above his own. “You feel so, so good, Wayne. So hard, so hot, so …very…deep.” Her hips made a tiny little circle around the desperate length of him and pressed down hard and still. “So good, Wayne. I can feel every inch of you inside me. So deep.” Her voice had his hands clenching on her waist and his brains melting out his ears. His every nerve was focused on that depth of her heat. “What do you want, Wayne? What do you need?”

//You, sweetheart. More of you.// Wayne fought the feel of her to speak at all. “A kiss, please.” Her lips smiled before her hands stroked up his ribs to curve around his shoulders. Those lips moved closer, her breasts rubbed his chest as she leaned down against him. “Kiss me, Grace.”

“Always,” Her body touched the length of his as her lips reached for his, smooth hot silk against every inch of his skin. Her hips rocked and danced in time with the plunge of her tongue. //God, sweetheart,// His hands clenched on her hips and met every move of her body with every inch of his. He loved the look of surprise and heat on her face when he bottomed out inside her. “Wayne… ah…” The next thrust brought a wordless sound of need to her lips and he loved it.

“Right there, Grace. I got you, right here.” Each thrust pushed them both just a little closer to that edge, that shining edge of pleasure that he absolutely needed to see in her eyes. “So close, sweetheart, come for me, baby.” She was close, he could feel just how close in the tightening of her muscles and the grip of her nails. Just a little more and he’d get her to shatter and take him with her. “Grace,” His fingers slipped down her side to stroke the wet heat between her thighs. “Come for me, right here, sweetheart.”

He could feel it starting in a wave of sensation rising in them both.

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