Pulls his girlfriend in for a kiss... and more.

“Of course I’m happy to see you, babes.”

He reached around her waist, his hand massaging the small of her back as he pulled her forward into the house, into his embrace. Grace giggled and looked up into Justin’s eyes. She looked so earnest, so happy… so innocent. Justin brought his lips to Grace’s.

They shared one kiss. Then another. They were slow, tender, and loving. They had done this dozens of times before, but they never grew tired of it. Justin was so familiar with the shape of Grace’s lips, and the taste of her tongue, but his excitement at the prospect of exploring her body never waned.

Grace pulled away from Justin, sidestepping around him. She reached out her hand, and Justin took it in his own. She spoke breathlessly, primal hunger awoken inside of her.

“Justin… Bedroom? Now.”

She pulled him along, leading him upstairs, bringing him to the very place he had performed his ritual just hours ago. Grace stopped in the middle of the room, looking altogether puzzled.

“What’s with all the candles? And… the way they’re set up…”

“Oh, uh, sorry babe. Honestly? Gwen was doing her black magic, witchy, Wicca shit or whatever again. You, uh, know how she is.”

Grace raised an eyebrow.

“Your childhood best friend is doing her weird shit in your room? Are you fucking cheating on me?”

“No! Grace, god, no! I love you.” Justin raised his hands as if he were surrendering himself in a dangerous situation. “You know my mom has an unrivalled candle collection. Gwen just wanted to dip into it, and so I gave her the space for awhile.”

Grace seemed to take his answer at face value, shrugging.

“Well, take one of those and light it up on the bedside drawer or something then. Mood lighting! It’s sexy!”

Justin chuckled, picking one of the candles up off the ground and placing it by his bedside. He kept the lighter he used for the ritual in the drawer, so he produced it, lit it, and held it to the wick of the candle.

“Hope you think ‘Blueberry Fields’ is a romantic smell, ‘cause that’s what I’ve got.”

Justin reached back into the drawer to grab a condom, but Grace reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Justin… I want you tonight… your skin on mine. I want you bare inside of me.”

She bit her lower lip. Justin looked shocked.

“Are you sure? We’ve talked about it for a long time, but you’ve always been a bit hesitant…”

“Babe, I don’t want to be rude, but I’ve had enough talk. Ever since you pulled me inside, I’ve been getting hotter and hornier. And I need you right fucking now.”

Grace yanked Justin onto the bed, where he fumbled aside to avoid planting his weight down on top of her. She rolled over, pivoting her body and pinning him down underneath her. The robe came off seconds later, and Justin got a full look at her lacy black lingerie.

His hands slid up her waist, across her back, until he reached the clasp of her bra. It was a beautiful piece, but he was hungry for what was underneath. As her bra tumbled down the length of her arms, Grace lifted Justin’s shirt up and over his head. The next thing he knew, he was face-to-face with her pert and perky breasts, pink nubs fully erect in the open air.

He reached forward, grasping and groping at her. He pinched her nipples, gently, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. She was rolling her hips now, grinding against Justin’s cock, tenting through his pants. He reached down, softly pushing her away, unzipping his fly. Grace got the message. She shimmied her pants down, her panties coming along for the ride, slipping down her silky-smooth legs.

There was nothing left between them now. Just skin on skin, slicked with sweat and lust, igniting the heat of their passions. Grace continued to grind away on Justin, her slit moistening as their dual arousal built at the touch.

“Babe,” Justin whined. “I think you’re wet enough.”

“Oh yeah?”

Grace loved to be a tease… but she needed him, so, so badly. She lifted herself up, and grabbing Justin’s cock with one hand. She lined him up with his entrance and slowly lowered herself.

“Fuck, oh fuck, Justin…”

She was practically mewling as he impaled her from below. Justin couldn’t contain himself anymore, either. He bucked his hips up, thrusting deeper into her.

Part of Justin wanted to give himself up, to surrender to his desire and get lost exploring Grace’s body, but he knew he had greater plans. One hand rubbed her clitoris, overloading her with pleasure. His branded hand fondled a breast, kneading and squeezing it. He gently guided Grace along, right to where he needed her, urging her to the place he wanted her to be.

Her eyes began rolling back in her head. Grace gasped for air…

“Justin, holy fuck, holy shit. I’m about to- I’m… I’m…!”