In Another Universe

Giving In II - (Grace x Mar)

Author's Note:
Everything is purely fictional.
This chapter is dedicated to Wewssi and asenathshps

Here's part two?
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The towels were gone, there was no turning back for both of them. As soon as Grace's towel was removed, Mar stared at her body in awe. She was a goddess in front of him. They stared at each other for a long moment, tense, half waiting for someone to turn back. But no one did. A blush crept into Grace's cheek as she realized what she had just done. He held out his arms to her, and she went to him gratefully, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Now that the wait was finally over, she noticed that her hunger had changed to a profound, aching desire that went deeper than anything she'd ever experienced before.

They couldn't stop kissing as they were completely absorbed in one another's presence.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her lips.

His hands wandered, touching the skin on her back. Her reaction is almost violent as she arches into him at his gentle touch. It makes him more enthralled to think that such a simple, light caress can evoke such a passionate reaction, and he finds himself doing it again, not even in his right mind, to hear the desperate little sounds she makes.

She retaliates with her tongue against his ear. He grips her hips, pulling and angling until she's pressing against him in all the right places. His tongue brushes her mouth, plays against her lips, and she opens with such an aroused groan that his fingers dig into her skin.

She pulls away, her breathing harsh. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are dark. His fingers explore her spine as she steps back, but she's insistent, and a moment later, she's watching him with blown pupils.

"Grace-"

She surges forward. She doesn't want to hear words. She's made her choices and stands by every one of them, if only because it's brought her to this moment. He hoisted her up and carried her into the bed, laying her gently as he crawled on top of her.

He bent down and flicked his tongue over a nipple, making her gasp, then moan and curl her fingers into his hair as he took it into his mouth and sucked, sending pleasure shooting through her. She's drowning, she thinks and wonders why they didn't do this sooner. Her nails dig into the skin just below his ribs, and she feels his mouth between her breasts.

He drags his mouth down her chest to her hip, and she gasps as his tongue brushes against nerves so close to the surface. He does it again, and she whimpers. He likes the sound so much that he doesn't let up, even applies teeth and suction until there's a bright red mark on her skin. He hadn't meant to leave any reminders, but his fingers trail over it gently when he pulls back, and he can't help the triumphant possession that slides through his blood.

"Mar-" she called to him, and her moans were music to his ears.

When he moved up again and kissed her neck, "I've waited so long for this," he murmured, not taking his lips away from her neck. "I want to take my time with you. Ang swerte ko to be able to kiss and touch you."

She reached down to stroke him, and he groaned.

"Do you want me?" she whispered in his ear.

"Sobra," he whispered back.

She bit his earlobe and made him shiver, "God, I want you too." She pressed her lips against his and wrapped her hand around his member. He moaned against her mouth, then bit her lip, and the tingling between her legs intensified to an insistent, deep pulsing sensation.