A Graceful Mess (26 page)

“Was everything good?”

“More than good. Thank you so much, and I was wrong –you are a great cook.” Standing up she starts to collect the dishes, stacking them on top of each other. In this moment I realize how nurturing she actually is. I mean, I have noticed it in the past; she’s always willing to cook for me or clean. Especially for the few weeks I was down because of my shoulder, she would clean the house and walk Josie for me. But here, right now, with the moonlight shining behind her I realize how much I care about her. Not only do I see her in my future, but with me every day until the day I die. I love her and her kindness. Hopefully one day I will make her my wife. A smile crosses my face as I stare at the beautiful woman in front of me.

My beautiful Grace.

My future wife.

“Leave the plates, I decided I want to skip the cheesecake and have you for dessert instead.”

“That sounds lovely.” Picking up her small body, I throw her over my shoulder.

“Parker, be careful, I might hurt your shoulder!”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. The doc gave me the okay to resume normal activity. He might not have known what I had planned for tonight, but he gave the A-Okay!” Snickering as I walk towards the glass door, I slide it open and walk inside.

“How about we have dessert in my room and then we can take a bath? You might get a little sticky.” Opening the steel refrigerator door I pull out a can of Reddi-whip and walk down the hallway. I’d rather run, but I want her mind to wander. I want her to be surprised. Using my foot to open the door we walk into my bedroom. I again have an assortment of candles lit in various places. Pink and white rose petals form the outline of a heart on the mattress. I know it sounds cheesy and maybe a little cliché, but I wanted tonight to be perfect. Grace deserves the world and if there was one thing I learned from my relationship with Kristy, it’s that your woman should come first. She should be your priority, and your job should come second to her. In my case, my woman is my job, so it has proven to be a little bit easier for me than the average man, but, hey, I’m not one to complain.

Setting her down on the bed I kneel on the floor in front of her. Her hands rise as she extends them and tousles my hair with a big grin on her face. Her smile lights up the room and shines brighter than the biggest flame burning from the candles.

“Now don’t get too comfortable, pretty lady. Tonight I plan on getting a little dirty. Think you can keep up?” Teasing her, we both know she is more than capable of keeping up. The things this woman has shown me she can do or take leaves me breathless, panting like a horny dog.

“Are you serious, Park? You’re making me a little nervous with what you have planned for this evening.”

“Don’t be nervous. Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure. What is it?”

Leaning up, I give her a soft peck on her lips. She tastes like the wine she was drinking only moments ago. Her eager lips open wider giving me open access to her mouth, but I don’t accept their invitation. Moving up closer to her face, my lips hover right above her ear. I kiss the lobe once. I know that’s her sweet spot. My tiny peck on the lobe makes her body shiver and I can faintly hear her cough.

“I have a few instructions for you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Remember the rules?”

“Yes.”

“What are they?”

“Don’t come unless you tell me to, and no biting, because I hurt you last time.”

“That a girl, and seriously, you were trying to bite my arm off!” Laughter fills the room and, like it always does, our playful banter makes me love this girl even more. She has changed in so many ways over the summer. Not only in the bedroom, which don’t get me wrong, is fucking great, but on the outside, she carries herself differently. She doesn’t appear to be weak, like the timid girl I first met. She stands taller, tougher. To think I didn’t have anything to do with those changes would be a lie. Grace has told me on many occasions. I don’t take responsibility though; I didn’t do anything but love her more than I loved myself this summer. I’m not a fool; I can feel it in the air. Something bad is coming, and I know I will be to blame. So tonight I am going to take my time and shower her with all I have. After my meeting with Mr. Jacobs tomorrow, I plan on telling her everything. Who knows what will happen? I pray to God that she doesn’t hate me. Sometimes I even hate myself for getting involved in this mess.

“Here, go change and no peeking this time, sweetheart.” Handing her a pair of black lace boy shorts and a blindfold, I watch her as her ass moves from side to side as she walks to my bathroom. Her feet stop moving as she stands in the spot where I shot Brody. Clearing her throat, I can see her shake her head back and forth before she continues to walk and shuts the bathroom door behind her. A few moments pass before she opens the door. Her blonde hair hangs over her tits. My eyes slide down her toned torso. The long hours she’s spent in the gym by my side are evident.

“Stop gawking at me!” she giggles, breaking the lock my eyes have on her sexy body as she walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge. I see her dainty fingers drop the blindfold on the floor.

“So how about you slide those little lace shorts I love off and let me see what’s underneath.” Slowly her fingers pull at the bottom of the shorts. She lifts her ass off the bed and allows the lace to expose her pussy. Her sexy little pussy, that tastes so good. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. My dick is already getting hard, but she does that. Just the sight of her naked body makes me hard.

“Well, there are no words. Feel this.” Grabbing her hand I place it over the bulge in my pants. “This is what you do to me. Just the sight of you makes me hard as a rock.”

“You know what you do to me, Parker. Touch me. Feel me. I’m so wet and you haven’t even laid one finger on me. Now that’s what
you
do to
me
. Better yet, taste me.”

Sitting on the bed, I scoot back and then rest my back against my pillows. This is how Grace likes it. She likes to be able to hold onto the headrest.

“Come here and sit down.” Closing my eyes I can feel the mattress dip down on each side of my body. She is standing on the bed walking closer to me. I can smell her sweet scent as she lowers her body and sits on my face. My mouth opens and prepares to lick her clit as she grabs the headrest. I imagine her face as my tongue touches her warm skin for the first time. That look turns me on. Her mouth slightly opens and her eyes wince, but not from pain. She knows what pleasure lies ahead and her face is just an indication she is preparing for it. Opening my eyes I can see her bend her neck back. Her blonde hair cascades down her back. I wish I could see into the mirror in front of my bed. The sight of her riding my face, her blonde hair swaying with her movement – holy fuck that’d be hot. Closing my mouth I suck on the side of her swollen lip. She moans as I grab her ass cheeks and shove her body closer to my mouth.

“Ahh, Parker,” she calls out. Her body moves forward then backward, over and over, as my tongue slides in and out of her. I can feel her body start to shake, but she knows better. She knows to hold back. Although I like to push her limits, I know she won’t come without being told to first.

I feel like I am about to explode all over Parker’s face. But I know his rules. I wouldn’t dare break them, but darn it if I don’t feel like I am going to at any moment. My body shudders from his mouth’s movement. It feels so good. I can tell I’m extremely wet. It’s something that used to gross me out, but he likes it. I remember him giving me a big, long spiel about how much it turns guys on. Even the sound of the wetness makes them hot. It’s awfully embarrassing, but if that’s what gets him going, then so be it.

My back arches pushing my core closer to his face. I can feel the little hairs on his cheek rub against my inner thighs as my opening grinds against his mouth. He knows this is how I like to be eaten out. Really, he knows everything I like. After all, he taught me most of it. It was so strange the first time we stepped outside the box and ventured into positions other than missionary. It felt oddly good to be bad. A feeling I wasn’t used to, but it felt good to be carefree and enjoy myself. That was the night I bit his arm. He was standing up and holding me in the air with his arms. I was bouncing up and down his long shaft over and over, and his grunts of pleasure filled the air. I couldn’t take it. The desire was like nothing I had ever felt before. Feeling him slide into me, all of him, was enough to push me over the edge. I knew I was about to come, but he didn’t tell me to, so I bit his arm instead. And I bit it hard, hard enough he threw me off of him, and I landed on the bed with a big bounce. Tears broke from my eyes. As soon as he noticed, he fell to his knees. He could see the fear on my face. That night he made love to me, over and over, until I was so sore I couldn’t hold my legs up. That’s the night he made up the no biting rule.

“Parker, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me to come in the next minute I am going to kill you!”

“Come.”

A simple word.

A simple instruction.

A simple tremor of my pelvic muscles and the juices that had been building inside of me are finally released.

“Holy shit, baby, you taste so good. God.” Rubbing my core in his face, my body goes limp on top of him.

“That felt…that felt amazing. Thank you.”

“Oh no, that was just a sample. Now come here.”

I don’t know what the night holds, but I know there is no place in the world I would rather be than tangled in the sheets with Parker at my side. I move down off of his face and sit in the small opening between his legs. My eyes travel down his stomach to the hard bulge in his pants. I feel like a kid at Christmas. Except my present is tucked inside a pair of cloth boxers and doesn’t have a nice, red bow tied around it. The thought makes me laugh on the inside. I know without a doubt if I wanted a bow tied around it, Parker would do it in a heartbeat. He is wild and crazy like that, but his antics only make me adore him more.

“Now it’s your turn, but on one condition.” I smile.

“Name it, sweetheart.”

Moving my body, I position myself on top of him, facing in the opposite direction. He doesn’t say a word and I slide his pants down exposing his penis. It springs up in the air and is already as hard as a rock. The ache in my core resurfaces and I debate sitting on him right now, but I know that wouldn’t be fair. He gave me my release, now it is my turn to please him. Scooting my body back so my mouth is hovering over his penis, Parker gets the hint. Sixty-nine is something we have never done before, but why not? We are celebrating tonight, and that act alone is worth a celebration. He laughs his low sexy, raspy laugh that I love to hear. Opening my mouth I allow my head to drop as his penis pulsates against my wet tongue. Parker blows on my labia before he sticks out his tongue and licks me from top to bottom. It takes a few minutes to come up with a good rhythm, but oh my God, when we do. This is the best feeling in the world. He is pleasing me so I want to please him, and every time he licks me I try to lick him just as well. We each want to win the gold star for our oral lesson of the day, and in the process we are pushing one another to our breaking point. Mine is coming. I can feel myself building, as my opening tightens. Trying to hold my muscles together and concentrate on the steady movement of my head proves too big of a challenge.

Giving him one final lick from the base to the tip of his penis to get it nice and lubricated, I remove my mouth and replace it with my hand. Starting out slow, I slide it up and down his shaft causing his pelvis to tighten. I can tell he likes it from the simple fact that his toes are curled. I don’t know when I noticed it the first time, but it has proven to be an indication he likes whatever I am doing.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to come. Make sure you swallow every last drop.”

Yuck.

Cum tastes like salty, thick, disgusting something I can’t quite name, and it is stomach churning. Parker likes it though; for some reason he loves knowing I swallowed all of it, so I do it. For his pleasure, definitely, not for mine.

“Ahh…yeah…move your hand around the head and squeeze it tighter.” White goo squirts from the tip, so I quickly move my hand around the head and open my mouth. It hits the back of my throat. Debating on spitting it out, I close my eyes and swallow.

“Damn, that was amazing. We’ll be doing that again in the future.”

“It
was
amazing.” We lie sprawled out on the mattress panting for a few minutes until our erratic breathing regulates.

“So what is the Reddi-whip for?”

“Our next adventure. Are you ready?”

As I’ll ever be.

“Sure, babe.”