Axel's POV.
Grace's lips are insistent against mine, coaxing me to kiss her back. I can't resist my little mate.
My lips move against hers and my hands grasp her hips. She rocks herself against my erection and a growl escapes from my lips into the kiss.
If the sound surprises Grace, she doesn't show it. Her lips don't falter against mine and she pushes her tongue into my mouth.
My mate grinds herself against me, moaning as she gives herself pleasure from the friction. I tighten my hands on her hips, trying to hold her in place.
This is crossing into dangerous territory.
She kisses me more deeply and I pull back, breaking the kiss as Grace whines in frustration.
'Axel,' she gasps my name. Her pupils are dilated, the irises of her eyes barely visible. 'Please, I need you.'
I shake my head and grit my teeth, trying to hold myself back.
'No, Grace,' I tell her softly. 'I don't want us to rush into anything.'
Her shoulders sag and she rests her forehead against mine.
'I've never felt this…frustrated,' she confesses, her cheeks aflame. 'I need…'
Realization dawns on me. I don't want to pressure her or move too fast, but perhaps I can offer some relief.
'I know what you need, Strawberries,' I reply huskily. 'Let me take of you'
She nods quickly, eager for me to touch her.
I slide my hands from her hips and along her legs. When I get to the bottom of her skirt, I slide my hands underneath it, feeling the smooth flesh of her thighs.
My hands reach her hips, my thumbs brushing against her inner thighs as her breathing hitches.
She crushes her lips to mine, as if worried I might stop. I'm hard and aching beneath her, but I ignore it. This isn't about me. It's about her, making her feel good.
Grace gasps into my mouth the moment my thumb brushes over her panties. I run my thumb over her core again, pressing harder this time.
She practically mewls into the kiss and her hips jerk forwards in response.
I want to push her panties to the side and feel her, but I fear that I might lose all control and be tempted to bury my face between her legs, and I don't think she's ready for that.
I easily find her clit over the thin material. It is already soaked with her juices, making me internally groan that my little mate is so wet for me.
I circle her clit with my thumb and Grace moans loudly into the kiss, the noise vibrating through me.
She pulls back and pants heavily, her breath coming out in shallow gasps.
'Axe,' she whispers my name. 'That feels so…'
I watch as she trails off and her eyes close. Her mouth parts in the shape of an 'O' as I rub her harder.
'Good' I offer and she nods enthusiastically.
'Yes, so good,' she whimpers. 'More than good.'
'Have you ever made yourself come before, Strawberries' I ask softly.
Her cheeks turn red, and I have my answer before she even says anything.
'Yes,' she replies. 'But it feels so different when someone else is touching— oh!'
I keep my thumb directly over her clit, circling in it quickly. The friction is driving her mad and my little mate's hips rock back and forth, riding my thumb.
'Axel, don't stop,' she begs breathily.
Her eyes fall closed and suddenly her hips are still. She cries out and I quickly silence her by pressing my lips to her. I drown her moans in our kiss, never stopping rubbing her core.
She shakes on top of me as her orgasm hits her. I feel her panties become even wetter as her juices rush out of her with her climax.
When I feel her stop trembling, I stop moving my thumb and pull back. Breaking the kiss, I reposition her skirt and brush her hair from her face.
Grace opens her eyes and blinks a couple of times. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and I groan at the sight.
Fuck, I want her to use her mouth on me.
'How was that' I ask quickly, dispelling the dirty thoughts in my mind.
She bites her bottom lip and climbs off me, lying by my side.
'Thank you,' she whispers. 'That was…incredible. It's never felt like that before.'
I kiss her forehead. 'That's how it's meant to be, Strawberries. I like making you feel good.'
She shyly points to my hard—on, which is currently causing a tent in my jeans.
'What about you Do you want me to…you know…help'
I chuckle at her shy offer. 'No, Strawberries, I'm alright.'
I pull my covers over my waist, hiding my dick.
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