by Jet MacLeod
Grace turned over and looked up at Reagan. She smiled.
“Something wrong?” Grace asked, groggily.
“No.”
“What are you in my bedroom, then?”
“I couldn’t find you. I was worried,” Reagan said.
“Worried?” Grace asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I came over and made you dinner, like I said I would. I called out for you, but you didn’t answer. I saw the truck and the boat. I figured you were here, but I couldn’t find you. I got worried, and then I found you in bed,” Reagan said.
“And?”
“I found you sleeping.”
“So, what now? Is it time for dinner?” Gracie asked.
“If you are hungry.”
“I am,” Gracie said, eyes dancing with mischief.
“I’ll go make you a plate, then,” Reagan said, turning to go.
Grace’s hand shot out and grabbed Reagan’s hand, pulling her back to the bed.
“Don’t go.”
“Gracie.”
“Don’t go. Stay.”
“Dinner?”
“Can wait, can’t it?” Gracie asked.
“I guess. What do you want? Do you want to talk?’
“Yes.”
“About?”
“Stay with me.” It was a plea and one that shook Reagan to her core.
“Gracie, I can’t. There are things that I have to deal with. You just don’t understand.”
“Stay with me. Make me understand,” Grace commanded softly.
“Gracie—“ Reagan started.
“Look. You know I care for you. I want to be with you. I want you to be with me.”
“Grace, I need to think about it. I do care for you, but there are things I must care for as well. Dinner is one of them,” Reagan said breaking free from Gracie’s grasp.
Grace sat up and reached around Reagan’s waist, pulling her back and into the bed. Grace laid Reagan down next to her. She wrapped herself in the sheets. Reagan lay there staring up into Grace’s eyes. Grace eyes burned with passion as she rose above Reagan.
“Grace, what are you doing?” Reagan asked, her voice wavering.
“This,” Gracie answered and descended upon Reagan’s mouth.
Grace kissed her. Reagan didn’t move. Grace’s eyes questioned Reagan’s as she tried to deepen the kiss. Reagan finally began to respond.
“I want you,” Grace said, breathlessly.
“Grace…don’t hurt me.”
“I am not. I promise.”
Reagan reached up and pulled Gracie’s head back down to hers. All thought left their heads except the knowledge of the other’s presence in their arms. Reagan threaded her fingers through Grace’s hair.
They both knew that their love had been growing. They both knew that they wanted each other. They both knew how complete their love was. They both knew that both Padrick and the case had forced them together, but they could no longer fight their feelings for each other. Grace didn’t want to love her because of that night in the bar and Reagan didn’t want to love Grace because of her past. Their love transcended their wants to become a need, a need they could no longer fight.
Grace broke the kiss and leaned back on her elbows to search Reagan’s face for something. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for but she didn’t find it. She leaned onto her side and ran her fingertips down Reagan’s face, softly. Reagan leaned her face into the loving gesture. They stared at each other, wondering who was going to make the next move.
Reagan ran her hand, delicately over Grace’s bare shoulder and down her arm. Grace didn’t move but let Reagan continue her exploration of Grace’s body. Grace was sure that she had never felt anything any more heavenly. Reagan was mesmerized by the gentleness of Grace’s skin and the toughness and sinuousness of her muscles. She knew that Grace was powerful and soft at the same time. Reagan could now conclude that Grace’s nature was not just rational and emotional but physical as well.
Grace melted under Reagan’s touch. Her body burned where Reagan had touched her. She pushed up on the bed and allowed the sheet to fall back, exposing herself more to Reagan. Reagan took every inch that Grace gave her to explore. Reagan glanced into Grace’s eyes and took her direction from them.
Reagan, again, laced her hands in Grace’s hair and brought Grace’s mouth back down to her own. Reagan kissed Gracie passionately, not fiercely. It was soft and sweet like Reagan herself. Grace let her guide where they were going.
“Reagan,” Grace sighed.
Reagan moved to push Grace over onto her back on the bed. Reagan straddled Grace’s hips, her knees beside Grace’s stomach. Reagan leaned over and held Grace to the bed. She pinned Grace’s hands down above Grace’s head. Grace tried to arch up in protest but was bellied back down onto the bed by Reagan. Reagan grinned in a very serious, almost carnal fashion.
Grace lay there content to let Reagan do her worst. She wanted Reagan to lead the encounter. Grace wasn’t sure what Reagan’s hang-ups were, but she didn’t want their relationship to be one of them. Grace wanted Reagan and was even coming to grasps with the notion that she loved Reagan, but Grace wasn’t going to push her.
Reagan kissed Grace while pushing Grace into the bed and her hands under the pillows. Regan leaned back to admire Grace’s beauty. While her eyes ate Grace’s flesh, her hands kneaded, explored, and traced it. Grace thought she would die from the simple pleasure of it. She wanted to come out of her skin. Grace began to stir and move beneath Reagan.
“Too much?” Reagan questioned, defiantly.
“No, not enough,” Grace said, almost losing control. “You want more?”
“I want you, Reagan.”
“That much is obvious, Gracie, very obvious.”
“Reagan, don’t tease me.”
“Or, what?” Reagan asked.
“Or, you won’t like the result.”
“Really? Wanna bet?”
“Don’t push it, darling. Unless you want to,” Gracie warned.
“Who says I don’t?”
“I warned you,” Gracie told her losing the last little bit of control she had.
Grace rolled Reagan onto the bed. She didn’t hold Reagan down. It wasn’t meant to be symbolic of control or dominance. Grace was just making her point. She had warned Reagan and was now acting upon it. Reagan looked up at Gracie with a frightened look in her eyes. Reagan looked wounded and defeated. It broke Grace’s heart. Just as deftly as she put Reagan on her back, Grace had Reagan on her lap again, and she was on her back.
“Lemme guess. I get-off with just a warning, huh, officer,” Reagan said, as she remounted Grace’s hips.
“Just this once, ma’am,” Grace said in her most serious and professional voice.
They both laughed.
Grace somehow managed to sit up and hugged Reagan to her body. It was awkward because of the way that Reagan was sitting on her lap but it put Grace’s face in line with Reagan’s breasts. Grace was happy with the arrangement and let Reagan know by taking a nipple in her mouth.
Reagan moaned in delight and rewarded Grace’s actions by leaning back to give Grace a better angle of attack. Reagan ran her hands down Grace’s back, kneading the bare flesh. Reagan was then acutely aware that she still had her shirt on and suddenly wanted to have Grace’s mouth on her already warm skin. Reagan pulled back enough to get Grace off her breast. Reagan put her hands on the hem of her sweater about to remove it when Grace removed it for her.
“You’re over dressed,” Gracie said, smiling.
“Thanks,” Reagan said, removing her bra.
Grace showed Reagan her appreciation. Reagan dug her nails into Grace’s back. She drug them up Gracie’s back and Grace leaned back into Reagan’s hands. Grace moaned and shook in pleasure. Reagan brought her hands over Grace’s shoulders and let them rest on Grace’s skin. Grace smiled and let Reagan take control, again.
Reagan took the reins with a smile. She took her hands down on Gra
ce’s chest. She slowly ran her fingertips down Grace’s skin and towards her breasts. Grace sighed and her chest heaved into Reagan’s hands. Reagan took full advantage of the situation and kneaded Grace’s breasts.
Grace moaned and put her hands on tops of Reagan’s. She held Reagan’s hands to her breasts. Their burning desire shown through their eyes. Reagan began to slowly knead Grace’s breasts. Grace arched her back allowing Reagan more access to her.
“Mmm,” Grace moaned.
“So, beautiful,” Reagan said.
Reagan bent her head and took a nipple in her mouth. Grace let go of Reagan and supported herself with her arms on the bed. The emotion and wonderful feelings that were coursing through Grace caused her to swoon and have to support her weight while Reagan continued the blissful attack. Reagan turned to the other nipple and gave it her favored attention.
“Reagan!” Grace breathed.
“Hmm?”
“You’ll be my undoing.”
“Dear God, I certainly hope so,” Reagan said, confidently.
Reagan pushed Gracie back down on the bed. Her hands retook their positions on Grace’s breasts. She crept down Grace’s body with her mouth kissing the flushed and burning skin. Reagan’s loose and silky hair caressed Grace’s body as Reagan continued down. Grace softly bucked up off the bed, but Reagan held Grace firmly down on the bed.
“Grace, pure grace…mmm,” Reagan mouthed against Grace’s skin.
Reagan continued her downward journey until she reached Grace’s tan thighs and hips. Reagan moved one arm down Grace’s flat abdomen towards the silky wetness at the apex. Grace came off the bed when Reagan’s fingertips danced across her sensitivity. Grace’s hands dug into Reagan’s hair as Reagan’s fingers dove into Grace’s warmth. Reagan stroked Grace harder and deeper with a few quick strokes and then removed her hand from Grace’s center. She raised her fingertips to her own lips and tasted Graces sweetness and nectar.
“Reagan?” Grace questioned her pause.
“You taste so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I like. I like. Trust me, I want more,” Reagan said.
Reagan descended back into Grace but replaced her fingers with her mouth and tongue. They both cried out in pleasure while Reagan’s tongue danced across Grace’s center. Reagan teased and tortured Grace’s clit changing her aggressiveness and angle of attack over and over again. Grace could not fight the pleasure she was feeling.
“REAGAN!!!” Grace cried out.
Reagan stopped the onslaught with her mouth. Grace raised her head off the pillow in question as Reagan came back up Grace’s torso. Reagan took Gracie’s mouth in a fierce kiss that almost bruised their lips. While Reagan’s tongue fought for dominance over Grace’s, she re-entered Grace, deeply. Grace moaned into the kiss.
Reagan stroked her with a fury. Grace thrashed as the pleasure coursed through her, Reagan took a breast in her mouth and suckled it. She ran her tongue over Gracie’s nipple in the same beat and timing that her fingers were using in Gracie’s center of silky warmth. Grace’s body moved in time with Reagan.
“God, you feel so good,” Reagan said, breaking the kiss.
“Reagan…wow…don’t stop…don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Trust me. I won’t stop until you tell me to,” Reagan told her.
Reagan began to stroke Grace deeper and longer. She could feel how close Grace was to her pleasurable oblivion. She pressed her fingers upward and shallow as Grace tumbled over the cliffs of ecstasy. Grace reared off the bed and roared out some incoherent phrasing praising Reagan’s ability to allow Grace to feel such wonderful things, again, with someone that Grace truly has an emotional connection.
When Grace came fumbling down from heaven, sated, Reagan gathered Grace up into her arms, and held Grace close to her own chest. Grace settled in her spent state on Reagan’s bare chest. She listened to Reagan’s speeding heartbeat begin to slow, as they both lay there, cuddling.
Grace waited until she caught her breath and then she rolled them over so that Reagan was on her back and Grace was not looming over. Reagan’s worry faded and was consumed by the passion that was brewing inside. She wanted Grace just as bad as Grace wanted her. Reagan could no longer hide behind the pain of the past and had to take a hold of the passion that was driving her, now.
Grace was not going to allow her to remain untouched. Grace’s desire was past the point-of-no-return. She wanted Reagan to feel the passion that was burning in her soul. Grace shifted her weight onto her side. She lay beside Reagan on the bed. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might explode. She stared into Reagan’s hazel eyes trying to see into her soul. She wanted to make Reagan realize how much she loved her.
Grace raised her hand to Reagan’s face. She brushed the back of her fingers down Reagan’s cheek. Grace shuttered at the softness of Reagan’s pale cheek.
“Grace?” Reagan said questioning Grace’s reaction.
“Yes?”
“You’re shaking, are you cold?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong, then” Reagan asked.
“Nothing,” Gracie replied.
“But, you’re shuttering.”
“I know. It’s okay. Trust me.”
“I do. Believe me, I do, completely,” Reagan said.
Grace answered Reagan with a soft, sweet, undemanding kiss. Reagan took the answer and returned it with her own. Grace didn’t deepen the kiss. She kept it at the same level, not pushing until Reagan’s body gave her the go ahead. Grace moved from Reagan’s lips to her cheek. She continued her butterfly kisses across Reagan’s face. Grace went from Reagan’s cheek to the line of her chin, to her delicate earlobe, to her eyes, to her forehead, down to her nose and back to her lips.
Reagan enjoyed the feelings that were brewing inside her. She ran a hand up Grace’s back to the top of the spine at Grace’s hairline at the base of her skull and played with the fine hairs there. She dug her fingertips of the other hand into Grace’s back. Grace took that to be the sign she was waiting on.
Grace deepened the kiss. She was such a passionate lover that she didn’t want to frighten Reagan with her lust or power. She slowly guided her hands down Reagan’s side. She barely touched Reagan’s skin. Grace was teasing Reagan’s nerves and making her grow warm with every simple but luxurious touch.
“Please,” Reagan begged, “Don’t tease me.”
Grace’s head snapped up and she gazed at the half nude woman before her. It was Reagan’s turn to shutter. Grace descended upon her neck. Reagan shifted beneath her. Reagan was burning beneath Grace’s skin and wanted to shed her remaining clothes.
Somehow, Reagan managed to get out from under Grace’s large frame and stood beside the bed. Grace sat up and draped her legs over the edge. She watched Reagan with a curious eye, wondering what she had done wrong. Reagan stood between Grace’s legs and removed her jeans and undies. When she was naked, she put her hands on Grace’s broad shoulders.
Grace smiled. She was beautiful. Grace couldn’t take her eyes off of Reagan. Grace stood, aligning her hulking six foot frame with Reagan’s. She, then, scooped Reagan up by Reagan’s ass and placed Reagan around her. Grace then sat down. She was happy to find that Reagan’s neck, chest, and breasts were very accessible to her.
Reagan started to knead and dig at Grace’s back. Grace took to nibbling on Reagan’s neck. Reagan’s moans and fingers urged Grace onward. She turned from Reagan’s neck, and kissed her way down Reagan’s chest. Reagan gasped when Grace took her breast in Grace’s mouth. Grace not only worshiped Reagan’s breast, she loved it.
Grace was beginning to lose her control over her heated passion. Reagan’s body was seeking fulfillment and a fulfillment that only Grace could give, now. Grace bit down on Reagan’s nipple. The shock and the pleasure of the action made Reagan gasp and pull back to allow Grace better access. Grace pulled Reagan back towards her with the firmness of her fingers in Reagan’s back. Grac
e wasn’t about to let go or stop. She was going to give Reagan the mind blowing orgasm that Reagan’s body was begging for.
Reagan released the breath that she had been holding pent up. She gave Grace full access to her body. She clung to Grace with what little strength she had as her passion consumed her. Reagan moaned with every inch of her being as Grace suckled on her breast.
Grace didn’t relent. She wanted Reagan to scream out in ecstasy like she had only moments before. Grace continued to hold Reagan across her lap as she made love to her. Grace undulated underneath Reagan with a rhythm a man would be envious of having.
Reagan rode the rhythm that Grace was creating. Reagan was slowly fumbling towards oblivion. Grace ran her hands up and down Reagan’s sides, tenderly, strongly, warmly. Reagan moaned with the contact. Grace was spurred on with Reagan’s mewing and she pushed Reagan softly back onto the bed. Grace, then, repositioned herself on top of Reagan between her legs. She began to worship Reagan’s luscious breasts, again, with her hands.
Reagan cried out. Her body was singing in pleasure. She was only thinking of the release.
Grace, knowing how close Reagan was, dipped one hand between their hot and sweaty bodies. She found the damp curls of Reagan’s sex and entered her. Reagan screamed in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, ride the wave,” Grace whispered in Reagan’s ear.
Reagan arched up off the bed. Grace moved with her, reaching deeper inside. Grace could feel Reagan falling into the pleasurable numbness as her body tightened around Grace’s hands.
“Yes, yes, Grace—GRACE!!!”
“That’s it, baby,” Grace said.
When Reagan reached the heavens and began to fall back, Grace held her up and continued to stroke Reagan deep and slow. Reagan remained arched as Grace, slowly, eased her back into the softness of the bed. Grace didn’t let Reagan go, nor was she about to stop.
