by Ruby Madden
Grace felt brave enough to lean forward and caress the tip of his cock with her tongue which sent such a luscious jolt through Clay that he had to hold himself back from plunging himself into her mouth.
Eventually, she tongue-bathed his cock-head with a fervor he hadn’t quite expected, just yet. When she eventually found her way to pulling him completely into her mouth, he was in heaven. She took her time, firmly sucking his shaft with long strokes that held him at her mercy.
He was amazed at how sexy she looked with her mouth full – full of him. He peered at her, raw desire coursing through him. He wanted to be inside her, but he equally wanted her to take things at her pace – not his.
Grace felt like molten lava at this point and there was absolutely nothing that she wanted more than to have this man inside her. But she too didn’t want to rush this first encounter with him either. She was in awe, in shock. She had never known how sweetly soft and sensual sex could be. With this element of blooming love.
Clay clued into her need for soft touch and as much as he wanted his cock in her mouth or pussy, he pulled away so that he could continue kissing her body, finding his way to her soft pink nipples. He nibbled and sucked gently, patiently – taking his time and paid attention to the soft moans that started to come from her. His beautiful hands equally caressed and found their way into her folds, gently parting her.
Grace gasped as his finger delicately found the very tippy-tip of her engorged, wet clit. Grinning mischievously, he ever-so-slightly caressed it and watched her reaction closely. He had learned long ago that the gentlest, the softest, the most delicate of touches could provide some of the best orgasms a woman could have.
He wanted to give Grace just such an orgasm, first. Not from his mouth, not from his cock, but just from his finger, hands and his gaze.
Slowly, patiently, he caressed her clit-tip with the sweetest, barely-there touch. Grace felt a sweet fire in her groin unlike anything she’d ever experienced. As he brought her slowly to orgasm, keeping her just on the edge for what felt like an ecstatic eternity, she screamed with a shattering, exquisite come that completely swallowed her, inside and out.
It was unreal to her. He wasn’t inside her, wasn’t using his mouth, and wasn’t using a toy. As she came back to Earth from the sweet come, she shook her head in awe.
“Who are you, Clay? And where have you been hiding all of my life?”
He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, passionately. He pulled back from their kiss and gingerly asked, “Grace, may I make love to you now?”
“I thought you already were.” She smiled widely, pulling him back to her and wrapping her elegant, sexy legs around him. She reached down to grab his erect cock and guide him into her.
Clay entered her and it was exquisite the way he felt. She hungrily received him.
As he began to gently fuck her, he watched her face intently. It was important to him that she wanted this, that she needed him inside her. Slowly but surely he picked up the pace, allowing himself to finally fuck her with abandon, no longer able to push his own desire and needs to the side.
“Please fuck me…” It was a whisper at first and then Grace began to implore.
He absorbed the sight of her sexy beauty, of her tits and body, bouncing against the rhythm of his thrusting. He took in the animalistic look of sexual need on her face.
“Please fuck me!” She was no longer asking, but demanding.
“I’ll fuck you sweetheart, long and slow, fast and hard – whatever you want.”
And fuck her, he did. As their rhythm found that perfect pitch of sweet and just enough nasty to push them both right over the edge, one right after the other. Her twitching body mingled with his ecstatic grunt of release. Gripping to each other, sweaty and satisfied. The heat languorous between them as their breathing made its way back to a more normal rhythm. Tangled up in each other, he peered at his satisfied lover.
“You okay?” He asked quietly.
“I’m more than okay. I’m fabulously happy right now…” Grace revealed.
Grace nodded quietly, the smile on her face as big as the Grand Canyon. She was in heaven, how was it she had never experienced this before? This was so simple, so perfect. They fit perfectly together. He moved as if he’d been making love to her, her entire life. If she had it her way, he would be.
Over and over and over…
{ CLAY & GRACE }
A year later…
The sight of her lying on their bed was a vision.
Grace McAllister, Clay’s beautiful, sexy, and delightfully plus-size, wife.
He was a happy man.
Just as Clay had asked her to do, she was naked. He was amazed she had waited for him considering how late he was. He felt horrible for making her wait so long. It hadn’t been his intent, the accident on the freeway delaying his arrival for well over two hours.
Why hadn’t she responded to his text messages?
When he approached her, Clay realized she had drifted to sleep, waiting for him. He saw her cell sitting on top of her purse and coat that were lying on the chair in the corner of the room. He walked over to look at it and sure enough, he saw that none of his text messages had been read. Her phone was set to silent mode. Not wanting to invade her privacy, he placed the cell back where he’d found it.
At first, Clay didn’t want to wake her and he sat down quietly on the ottoman at the foot of their bed. Just as he’d asked, she had put on the black, lacy blindfold. He admired her slightly opened lips and the gentle rise and fall of her ample chest.
She looked so peaceful… So sexy.
Clay reached out to tickle-caress the underside of her foot, wanting to gently wake her up. Like a kitten, she mumbled out a sort of mew while her foot twitched away. She rolled partly to her side and repositioned herself back into her slumber.
In doing so, he noticed she was cold as there were goose-bumps all over her lovely nude body. He stood up to grab the bed-throw and then carefully laid it over her despite wanting to just admire her luscious body, naked as the day she was born. Just like a baby, she snuggled into it, a small smile of contentment on her serene face.
Bedazzled by her, Clay started to undress himself slowly. With each move, he kept his eyes on her. She was out cold. He was conflicted with his gentlemanly self who wanted to leave her be, sleeping soundly and his inner scoundrel who wanted to warm her up in other, far more illicit ways.
What would she think if he just laid himself on top of her? Would that frighten her or freak her out? Was this what she wanted? He knew he would like it…
Clay decided against it and instead padded into his kitchen to open a premium beer. Just as he was about to close the fridge door, he noticed the bowl of pudding and the homemade whipped cream sitting side by side on the lower shelf. Saran-wrapped to stay fresh, he admired the chocolaty concoction.
He grinned…
Grace had made this herself. What had she planned to do with it he wondered? No matter, his little devil was already stirring to life and he had just figured out a way to salvage the evening.
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In her dream, Grace felt a dollop of something cool alight itself on her nether regions and then the velvety probe of something… licking her? In a fuzzy dreamscape that made precious little sense, she arrived at the non-sensical conclusion that she must be getting an exam of sorts?
She stirred a bit, whatever it was, the sensation was absolutely delicious. Wet and sticky, she slumbered in that place between the dreaming world and the awake one. She moaned, the licking continued and even a slight parting of her feminine lips didn’t fully rouse her awake. She felt that molten-lava pleasure of a growing orgasm found only when sleeping.
Sweet to the core.
Finally stirring herself awake, she found that she could only move a bit as she was restrained to the bed by black, silken sashes that were wrapped snuggly about both her wrists and one ankle.
S
tartled at first, she let out a squeal and then heard Clay’s firm but soft voice. “Grace, my sexy lady… this pudding is delicious.”
The moment was so delightful, ridiculous and hilarious that she let out a hearty, somewhat startled laugh and attempted to move. It was for naught, Clay had done a good job securing her to his bed-posts in her sleep.
“You’re sooooo naughty!” She squirmed as his finger momentarily replaced his probing tongue, teasing her swollen clit.
Grace gasped.
She found that she was lying partly on her belly, partly on her side. Her bent leg had been hoisted onto a plush pillow. The angle was so simple and yet completely bared her.
Clay resumed his nibbling, sucking and licking. She started to feel the crest of an orgasm, her pussy already responding with a life of its own to his silken tongue and touch. She began to moan softly, unable to downplay how aroused she was. No one had ever awakened her like this before…
“Don’t make me gag you too…” Clay murmured into her slick folds as he resumed orally tasting her.
Grace giggle, squirming just enough to stir him on, but not enough to make it too difficult for him to please her. He made a point of re-smearing pudding on her pussy and then licked it all off, tormenting her for as long as he could before he finally brought her to her first climax. Feeling her come, twitching and mewing from the orgasm only made his cock harder.
Thoroughly aroused by his sleeping beauty, he undid one of the restraints on her wrists and helped flip her over. He re-tied the silken restraint and gazed into her shy eyes. Clay placed a pillow under her head and reached for the bowl of whipping cream. He placed a dollop on her lips and then leaned down to kiss her.
He was pleasantly surprised by the way she responded, the force of her kiss, the way she pulled him into her the only way she could. Pulling against her restraints, her whole body was engaged in her need to kiss him, engulf him. Grace’s mouth sucked on him and his tongue with an urgency he’d never experienced before. The passion rolling between them was pure bliss. He wasn’t sure how long their lips and tongues danced together, but his cock needed some attention.
He settled himself over and on top of her so that his erect cock was snugly nested between her ample tits. Grace’s soft, erect, pink nipples were flush with arousal. He pinched at them, enjoying feeling her writhe beneath him and moan from the sweet, arousing pain he tormented her with.
He found the bowl of whipping cream and placed a dollop on his swollen cock-head. Pushing her tits together, he penetrated the valley between her breasts and brought his cock-head to her lips with an elegant gyration of his hips.
Grace lifted her head up and forward as much as possible and her hungry mouth received Clay’s cock-head. She sucked and licked the whipping cream right off. He pulled his cock away relishing at the sight of it all. Her glorious mouth, her succulent breasts, his cock indulging in both.
Her need to taste and feed on him, his erect manhood.
“More.” It was all she said, demanding him to give her what she wanted.
“You want more do you?” His mischievous eyes glinted in delight.
“More, please.” She said it again, demurely and pleading.
He continued with the dance between her tits, her mouth and holding himself at bay. Eventually, the urgency of his need to come caught up and it wasn’t long before Grace found herself with a mouthful of come to swallow from his beautifully executed titty-fuck.
She loved the taste of him, and licked what was remaining from her lips. Clay watched, fascinated by her indulgence of him, his semen, his desire for her.
“Do you like the taste of me Grace?” Clay asked, sincere in his curiosity. He noted the rising blush of her cheeks.
Grace nodded, suddenly shy. “Yes, you taste wonderful to me.”
The End
Author’s Note:
The Capture of Grace is an ambitious and bittersweet novella.
Inside it, we discover themes that speak to the connection of nurture to sex and relationships, the eroticism that this can inspire and how we all play with different types of indulgences. Including the indulgence of food.
It also speaks to a culture issue where a plus-size woman has to fight for her ‘right’ to be deemed attractive and sexually desirable.
This novella centers around one desirable plus-size woman and her personal battle of meeting her erotic desires after a sexual assault in young womanhood that has scarred much of her ability to relate to the male sex of humanity, despite her deep desires and needs to be connected to one, or two.
In orbit to Grace’s life, there are two men who are very drawn to her, for similar reasons. Each appreciates her in their own away, one from up close and one who has no choice but to do so but from afar, initially. The elements of fate, destiny and serendipity are introduced from the get-go as their collective power is wielded into the lives of these three individuals.
Ultimately, if it wasn’t for the grace of Greg, the love story that is Clay and Grace, would never transpire. Greg is who takes the high road, seeing the love destined between them and decides to get out of their way, sacrificing his own feelings and desires towards Grace, as he is an honorable man.
The Capture of Grace is also about home.
Portland was my home for twelve amazing years. For personal and professional reasons, I moved to Seattle five years ago. That said, I have a love affair with each city, but for very different reasons. Certainly, there are similarities between these two amazing Pacific Northwest cities, but each are uniquely individual.
Rather than making comparisons to what is my current hometown, to my former hometown, I choose to appreciate the unique charms and differences of each. Both hold a place in my heart.
The Capture of Grace is just as much about my love affair and fond affection for Portland, the City of Roses and all of her edible delights as it is an erotic story about meeting our desires. From organic presence, to food co-op’s, lunch carts, and locally grown fare, from the gourmet to the breakfast casual – Portland has a unique and wonderful relationship with food.
It is celebrated, cultivated, and respected.
Reading is a favored past-time in both Portland and Seattle. Each have been on the ‘most well-read’ cities list over the last decade. Perhaps it has to do with the cool, rainy weather and the comfort of a good book or story to keep us entertained? Brought inside by rainy weather, Pacific North-Westerners are eager to gobble up a good story. Either way, nothing compares to an afternoon on a lazy day perusing the never-ending shelves of Powell’s Bookstore, one of the largest of its type in the U.S.
Another favored past-time in the City of Roses is that Portlanders take their cinema and movie-going experience seriously. I can genuinely say that no other city in the U.S. compares to the number of options from mainstream blockbusters to featured independent films and bargain flicks that serve pizza and beer. Portland is a movie mecca with some of the most comfortable movie theaters I’ve experienced.
To that end, to write this story, I had no choice but to include the following amazing local businesses and locations that thrive in Portland. I want to extend my thanks to Stumptown Coffee, the Moonstruck Chocolatier Co., PDX Streetcar, Powell’s Bookstore, Elephant’s Deli, Regal Cinemas, Le Cordon Bleu, Besaws, & Saint Honore Bakery for being part of the inspiration for this sweet love story.
Many, many thanks…
Being the twitter-addict that I am, here are their profiles:
Stumptown Coffee
Moonstruck Chocolate
PDX Streetcar
Powell's Books
Elephants Deli
Regal Movies
Le Cordon Bleu Schools
Saint Honore Bakery
Besaws Restaurant
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Toy Box
{ San Francisco }
toy box
noun
1. chest for storage of toys
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{ CASSANDRA }
Me: What turns you on?
Him: Confidence, communication, passion, intensity.
Four words. Four, very sexy, words. His reply to my question. His response.
I was at work, chewing on my pen and semi-swirling in my chair. In all the years of using online websites for dating and casual sex hook-ups, I’d never gotten that type of a response before.
Me: Forgive me, I woke up horny this morning (surprise). After studying your pics for a bit, I realized that I would have to tongue-bathe you on a regular basis. :P
p.s. Hope you like cats! Meow…
I sighed… It was the smile. His big brown, warm eyes. The kind intelligence behind them. He’d waited until we were moving along with chatting before sending me the pic that did me in. One that made me wonder if he was actually some overweight geek who’d hijacked images from somewhere to fake who he was online.
My jaw dropped. His body was perfect. For my taste and preference. He was physically flawless. Lean, tall, subtly muscled. Perfect.
And his cock. Oh my… beautiful. Truly.
He was trimmed, and he had the most ridiculously, perfectly sized appendage I’d ever craved for. His cock-head begged to be worshipped, sucked, tongue-bathed…
Me: How do you stay in such good physical shape?
Him: Soccer, it’s a passion of mine. I play 3-4 times a week.
He was a bit shy, very prompt and to the point but subtly sexy. I loved it. I was purring inside just thinking about him.
“Wanna grab some lunch?” Sue, my co-worker asked, peeking in to my office and interrupting me from my pensive reverie of his love tool.
Semi-startled, I managed to compose myself quickly. “Yes, perfect timing. I just can’t get my head into the game today. This project is killing me. Let’s do it.” I grabbed my purse and we strolled to the elevators.
