Free Vegas Miracle by Liz Crowe Page A

resist, she gripped his long silky hair, threading her fingers through it.  Grace’s mind spun as his newly familiar hands ran down her arm, reached up to cup a breast, flicking at her nipple hardening in anticipation.   Pulling his lips from hers before she could protest their absence, Grace sensed their soft presence on her jaw and she let him press her back against the bed.  Taking a moment to stare into her eyes, Henri leaned down to nuzzle her breasts between the folds of her robe.  Grace’s back arched up.
    "Ah God, please."
    Yes, darling, I know," Henri pushed aside the soft fabric and drew her nipple into his mouth sending shockwaves of desire straight between her legs.  She bent one knee, willing his hand to her twitching pussy.  And she reached down, wanting to feel his cock in her hand, needing the contact, but he stopped her.
    "No," he said simply, taking both of her hands and putting them up over her head, holding her wrists in place with his palm.  "I'm in charge.  Leave your hands over your head."
    Grace let a knee jerk flame of anger pass as a spasm of lust coursed through her at his commanding tone.
    "What are you going to do?"  Her voice was soft as she watched him release his glorious shaft from his trousers, running a hand up and down its length.  Grace could see moisture on the thick, uncut head. She licked her lips and fought the urge to reach for him.
    He smiled at her, eyes hooded as he stroked himself.
    "Touch yourself, Grace."  His voice invited no argument.  "Reach down and make your clit hard."
    Never taking her eyes from his, Grace did as she was told.  Her damp, bare pussy never felt better under her own hand and Henri parted her robe so he could watch.  Moving her fingers against the hardening button of flesh, Grace shut her eyes, closing out images of Ryan that threatened to overwhelm her.
    "Now," Henri’s voice invaded her ears.  "Use your other hand to pinch that gorgeous, huge nipple. Make it hurt a little."
    Under some sort of bizarre Henri-induced spell, Grace did just that, pinching her own nipple as she felt her clit engorge and grow ever harder under her fingers as she used them to rub faster.
    "Don’t come," Henri commanded.  "Not yet."
    Grace whimpered and slowed her fingers down to obey him but kept her nipple clamped between her fingers.  Rubbing lazy circles around her clit, dipping her finger inside her pussy a few times, she stared at the man above her.  Sitting up, really wanting to touch and taste that cock that was so close just above her, she gasped when Henri pushed her back down so hard she bounced a little.  But before she could protest, his lips covered hers.  She groaned as he put a hand over her nearly bare mound, the heat from his flesh searing her over wrought skin.  Grace felt herself arch into him urging him to commit, for his hand to go further, but he just held it there as her clit pulsed against him.  Henri bit down on her lower lip just hard enough to make her whimper before shoving her hands back over her head.
    "Stay there."
    Grace glared up at the ceiling, unwilling to be controlled but not protesting, not yet.  Henri’s hands ran down both arms, tickling her a little underneath, bringing goose bumps as he lightly brushed the sides of both breasts.  Thumbs played over her nipples, making her arch up again.  She felt his mouth on one, then the other, nuzzling, sucking, pulling them hard into his mouth.  Grace had never experienced such a sensation and her hands clenched in fists over her head to keep from grabbing him, from pulling him up.  She felt positively vacant; had never felt such need for a cock inside her.
    "Mmmmm," Henri growled as he looked up into her eyes.  "I’m going to fuck you now, Grace.  I think you’re ready, no?  I think you need it. That little show down the hall, Nadia’s sweet mouth on this pussy was lovely but," he reached down and shoved two fingers inside, stretching her, making her shudder with