Still Grace's P.O.V.

I smirked and blushed a little as that forced and genuine answer that slipped from between his glorious lips made me quiver...

I slowly removed my explorative hand from among his hard and throbbing bulge, I figured he'd had enough torture and torment, for tonight at the very least.

Our lips had been parted for a matter of minutes now, giving us both the time  to recharge our batteries.

I saw his head loll back onto the headrest of the sofa, his eyes closed tight and his jaw muscles protruding from his clenched teeth, his breathing had slowed but was still quicker than his average. His hands had left my body and were resting on his groin. He needed to get over what had just happened and rejuvenate, I was still perched on his lap, straddling him of course, my dress had ridden up dangerously, at risk of my underwear showing.

I wriggled it down a small way, for I still had dignity, but of course I could be very naughty.

I removed myself from his lap, which caused him to stir. He opened up his glazed eyes and peered up to see me, he didn't say anything, he just looked, a cute little smile on his face. I smiled back and he blushed, grinning broadly and looking away from my eye line.

I chuckled, understanding that he was slightly embarrassed by our previous engagement, but none the less, extremely happy with himself.

I broke our mischievous silence, "I'm going to put my pyjama's on" I grinned.
He turned to me immediately, "Wait, I'm coming..."