Chapter 160 Plans

• Grace
• He pulled my shirt, sweater, and bra off. Then, his hands slipped under the waistband of my sweatpants and into my panties. His fingers fluttered against me before he sunk one into me in one slow push. I groaned, throwing my head back as he latched onto my breasts again. I reached for his shoulders, and he caught my hands, pushing them back to the bed and holding them there.
• "Be good," he whispered, sliding his tongue along my open lips, probing and flicking against mine. I felt like he was drinking in every panting breath as I tried to ride the pleasure he was slowly coaxing out of me.