Saving Grace | By : PiratesWench Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 3178 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author’s
Note: Smut ahead – heehee – I couldn’t
help myself, guys, it just flowed out of my fingers. But who wouldn’t want some steamy Sands time, hm? Enjoy!
(More plot next chapter – though in a way there is plot here…)
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“What?” Grace asked, her voice
barely escaping her throat.
Sands
pushed his body more firmly against hers.
“You heard me.” He kissed her
with raw desire.
Grace
pulled back. “I…I thought…”
“Just tell
me you’re not fucking with me, Gracie.”
“I was
pretty sure I was,” she said, her body reacting to his rough handling of her.
“You know exactly
what I mean,” he hissed.
“Jeffrey,”
she panted, “trust me. The last thing
I’d do is betray you. How could you
think I’d…” She was cut off when Sands
began to grind his hips against hers.
“You know I
could kill you.”
Grace
couldn’t believe how much Sands’ demeanor was arousing her, she also knew that
he was speaking the truth. He could
kill her, but, if what he said was true, he never would. Either way, he had no reason to. Grace licked his lips, then said, “You can
do more than kill me, Jeffrey…you can make me live.”
One would
think that after confessing to loving someone, the rest of the evening would
consist of tenderness…slow passion – but this is Sands we’re talking
about here.
Sands
noticed the change in the way Grace’s body was moving – he liked what he
felt. “Someone likes it rough,” he
said, his voice laced with danger.
Grace’s
body writhed against his. “Can you dig
it?” she smiled.
A guttural
moan escaped Sands’ lips. “Ge, Ie, I
can do a lot more than dig it.”
Without hesitation, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Grace’s
silk unmentionables, sending them to the floor. He sank to his knees and, with no warning for Grace, began to lap
relentlessly between her legs. Grace’s
hips bucked forward, but Sands then held them firmly against the wall to keep
her from moving.
“Jeffrey,”
she moaned.
Sands broke
away from her only long enough to say, “Scream it, Gracie.”
“Jeffrey!” She could have cared less whether the entire
resort heard her. “God…Jeffrey!”
Sands
laughed darkly. “Damn right I am.” Eyes or not, Sands knew that he had
power. He stood and found he didn’t need
to worry about feeling his way to the bed – everything moved fluidly. He spun Grace around and pushed her onto the
mattress. He tore at his own clothing,
removing everything quickly. He
couldn’t control himself as he climbed on top of her. “What do you want, Gracie?” he whispered in her ear, his arousal
settled between her legs.
Her voice
could barely escape from her throat.
“You…”
Sands
thrust into her roughly, causing her to yelp in pleasure. He bit on the flesh between her neck and
shoulder as her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Mine,” he growled into her ear.
He said it over and over and Grace couldn’t help but love it.
His pistoning
became more intense and Sands gripped Grace’s arms, pulling them above her head
and holding them there. Grace took to
this quite well, the sounds coming from her more animal-like – serving to fuel
the ravaging that Sands was giving her.
“Listen to
yourself, Gracie. Listen to what I can
make you do.” He kissed her
roughly. “I’d give anything to be able
to see your face right now – all pink…your lips swollen…” His hips gained more speed. He grunted as he said, “I’m not letting this
end anytime soon…”
“Promise?”
Grace said, struggling for breath, a sinful smile on her face.
Sands
forced himself from her body, taking a nipple between his teeth on the
way. He smiled internally when he heard
her gasp, then whine when he let go. “On
your knees,” he ordered. Grace couldn’t
believe how much she was enjoying him giving her orders – she’d hated any time
Michael tried, but this…this was different in more ways than she could count. Grace quickly obeyed and, as the rogue agent
once again entered her, let out a scream that she knew the people in the next
suite had to have heard. Sands fondled
her from behind as he said, “All of this and a screamer…Jesus, Gracie…”
Grace
honestly couldn’t keep track of how many times she’d fallen over the edge, but
after doing so with Sands behind her, she pleaded with him to let her take
control. “Jeffrey…please…let me…ungh…have
you…”
Sands
smiled, his mind filthy. “What do you
want, Gracie?”
She knew
full well that he was looking for an answer that was far from clean. He just told me he loves me – I think –
and he wants me to say…Hell, why not?
“I want to fuck you.”
“Mm…she
talks dirty.” Sands pulled away again,
letting Grace flip him onto his back.
She wasted no time in resuming their activity. Her pace was rivaling his own, her teeth nipping lightly at his
flesh – which he seemed to enjoy far too much.
She let words that never would have passed her lips under any other
circumstances fill the now sticky air.
As much physical pleasure as the
two were sharing, Grace knew that whether he wanted to actually say the words
he did or not – he meant them. The only
problem was that she couldn’t understand why she was so sure. She had brought the man beneath her to his
breaking point…
“Christ, Gracie, I’m gonna…”
…then she stopped.
“What are you doing?” His voice was slightly pained.
Grace leaned down and kissed
him. Not in a hungry or lusting manner,
but in a deep, emotionally driven way.
She echoed Sands’ words to him, “I’m not letting this end anytime soon…”
“Gracie, I…”
“Shh…we played your way, now we
play mine.” Her lips met his again, not
allowing any protest. She noticed that
his demeanor was changing and he didn’t appear to be fighting it. She moved her hips slowly, but rhythmically,
and smiled when she watched Sands’ head tilt back, his mouth slightly
agape. “Someone likes it not so rough,”
she whispered.
Sands wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her down to him. “Don’t stop,”
he begged.
So, he wants this, but can’t
bring himself to be the one to do it…yet.
She smiled to herself. That’s
all right, I don’t mind being the one in charge for a while. She rocked their bodies together; this time
only slightly mewing as she found herself reaching what she knew was her final
release for the night. Sands clung to
her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive for the moment – he finally
let himself topple over the edge with her.
Both remained still, their bodies connected, their breathing heavy…Grace
wrapped tightly in his arms. Silence.
Sands struggled with himself for a
moment. I never had to say it before…I
never felt it before. This is
letting myself get too vulnerable, isn’t it?
I’ll never see her face…I want to, but I don’t need to…this is
enough. More than enough – but why? It won’t matter if she doesn’t feel… “I mean it, Gracie,” he whispered.
Grace smiled, nuzzling into his
neck. “I know you do, Jeffrey…and God
help me, I love you too.”
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