Grace
Two years later...
"Grace!" Flea called.
"Just a second," I said, again.
"It’s been a hell of a lot more than a second."
I giggled adjusting my dress. It was date night and we were eting my family in Portland for dinner. Lordy, what a difference a couple of years made.
Flea and I had been married for nine months now and loving every second. Dad had walked down the aisle and we were on the right side of a pretty healthy relationship. He’d even agreed to do so counseling with which helped to solidify that bond again.
I hadn’t had a nightmare in over a year. Not coincidentally, they’d stopped the second I moved in with Flea.
Grams and Flick made their senior epic romance official a few months ago. I’d never seen my grandmother so in love, and Flick was besotted with her... and the cats.
Flea’s mom ca around about six months in. Flea was pissed it took her so long, but since he’d helped to bridge the gap between and my dad, I did my best to bridge the gap between him and his mom. So far, so good.
Cassidy’s conservatory was growing in leaps and bounds and I loved my job. I got to teach the little kids all the way up to high school, stepping in for Cassidy when she needed soone for the prima classes. I was the lead principal in the company now, and had a lovely partner, Esau, who was strong and swishy, and perfectly gay. This ant Flea didn’t worry about him grabbing my pussy. Apparently, Ace had freaked out on Cassidy years ago about the sa thing, only her partner hadn’t been gay, which made it all the worse for her.
Due to shady practices, PBC had been shut down, and Director Walsh’s na and reputation were in the toilet. She’d apparently been milking her students’ families out of millions by padding teaching hours, dorm room expenses, and food services. Her assistant had kept an extrely accurate record of everything. Ms. Walsh had apparently pissed off the wrong woman.
We were told Vitaly had been arrested on three counts of rape and deported back to Russia. We would quickly find out that had been either a lie or a mistake, but we settled into a false sense of security, even if it was for a short ti.
"Grace Isla Jason, you don’t get your ass out here now, I’m coming in."
I grinned and pushed open the door. "You don’t scare , you know."
He let out a quiet hiss. "Fuck."
"You like the dress," I mused.
"It looks like one of your tutus," he said. "I fuckin’ love the dress."
He was right, it did look a bit like a tutu. It’s why I bought it. Strapless with an organza and feather embellished skirt, it landed just below my butt, but I still chose not to wear panties. Sothing I’d tell him later. In public. Just to drive him crazy.
"Will you grab my shoes, please? They’re on the top shelf."
"Yeah, baby."
I headed to the windows and reached up to close the drapes when I felt his hand slide between my legs. "You forgot sothing."
Okay, maybe I’d tell him now. In private. "I didn’t forget anything."
His fingers dipped into . "We’re gonna be late."
"Do not tear this dress."
"I won’t tear the dress." He turned to face him, tugging the sweetheart neck down and sucking a nipple into his mouth. "What do you want, Grace?"
I licked my lips. "Your hand on my ass."
He pulled to the bench at the end of the bed and sat down, guiding over his lap. He slapped gently once, then slid his fingers inside of again. "Spread."
I spread and he tapped his fingers against my pussy, pressing them inside again before smacking my ass. Hard.
"Yes!" I hissed.
Once more with his hand to the other ass cheek and then his fingers drove into and I ca apart.
He helped to stand, dragged his jeans and boxer briefs off, then sat down again on the bench. I straddled his hips and he guided his cock into before holding tight and driving down his length. I wove my hands into his hair and kissed him as I rode his cock until I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait.
"Get there," I begged.
"Now, baby," he rasped, and I let myself go, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding on for dear life as I caught my breath.
"Okay, so the dress works."
He chuckled. "Little bit."
He helped stand again and I fixed my dress then cleaned up while he redressed.
"I’m going to have to wear panties, damn it."
Flea wrapped his arms around from behind and kissed my head. "Pick a pair you don’t care about. Gonna rip them off you later."
I shivered. "Promise?"
"Promise."
I turned to face him, leaning up to kiss him. "Love how you take care of , honey."
"Love everything about you, honey," he returned.
I grinned and grabbed panties, then he helped with my shoes, and we headed out for what I knew would be a perfect dinner.
After all, I had my perfect man.
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