The door to the bedroom suddenly opened. Chris walked in and saw Grace sitting half naked in front of the mirror. He smirked and walked behind her. Grace ignored him and continued staring at the mirror.
"You think that by sitting like that, you would be able to seduce me ?"
Grace rolled her eyes and replied, "I'm not trying to seduce you."
"Really ?" Grace stood up and faced Chris, her expression serious.
"I actually pity you, Chris," she said with a hint of sarcasm.
"You think every woman's intention is to seduce you, don't you?" Grace continued, her tone firm. "You need to work on your ego. I don't give a damn about you. You can bang as many women as you want. I don't care."
Chris's eyes narrowed in anger.
He traced the bite mark on her neck. "You may not care now, but you will. You are bound to me." He said it with a smirk, his confidence unwavering.
Grace shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
"You have a lot to learn about women, Chris. You can't control me or my feelings," she said, her voice steady. "And you definitely don't own me."
Chris's smirk faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he quickly masked it with arrogance.
She pulled on her robe, covering herself. "Good night, Chris."
She got up and left. Whatever little guilt she had been feeling evaporated as she closed the door behind her.
***************
The next evening, Martin was sitting on the hillock, staring at the moon. His thoughts were a jumble of confusion and regret, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions. Grace had not met him or talked to him for two days. He wasn't worried about himself; he was worried about her, Did Chris hurt her ? He knew he had to make things right, but he wasn't sure how. As the moonlight bathed him in its glow, the crunching of leaves caught his attention.
He turned to see Grace walking towards him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. She stopped in front of him.
"Grace !" he said, running to her.
"Are you alright ?"
Grace's expression softened as she looked into his eyes. "I'm fine, Chris," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
"Chris ? Did he ?" he asked fearfully.
"He doesn't know anything." Grace reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He didn't hurt me," she said softly. Chris felt a wave of relief wash over him as he embraced her.
" I was so worried about you," he whispered, holding her tightly.
"Make love to me, Martin," she suddenly said.
Martin pulled back slightly, surprised by her sudden request.
"What ?" he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation.
Grace looked back at him with a determined gaze, her eyes filled with longing.
"Make love to me; this is a command," she said firmly, her voice filled with desire.
"But Grace, are you sure you want this ?" Martin asked, concern evident in his voice.
Grace nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she replied confidently.
Chris felt a rush of emotions as he realised the depth of her feelings for him, and he leant in to kiss her passionately, ready to fulfil her request.
"As you command, my Lune."
He again pulled her to him, and he started kissing her neck and shoulders. He ran his hands all over her body, caressing, stroking, and squeezing. He turned Grace so she was facing away from him as he continued kissing her shoulders. She allowed herself to sink back against him as his hands cupped her breasts, capturing her nipples between his thumb and index finger. He teased them as he continued kissing her shoulder.
She was feeling so turned on that she had to lean back against him for support, or she thought she would fall over. As she pushed back, she could feel the hardness of Martin's erection pushing against her. Her legs felt weak, and she was not sure they would be able to support her body weight.
The rain beating down on their bodies and the fact that they were outdoors and could be caught at any moment only added to the excitement. He slipped down the sleeves of her summer dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. His hands moved up to cup her breasts, sending a shiver down her spine.
Still facing away from him, Grace reached behind, deftly undid his chinos, and unzipped him. She managed to get a grip on his chinos and quickly tugged them down.
Martin removed his grip from around her waist and helped her drop his chinos and boxers to his knees, freeing his painfully erect cock. Grace wasted no time, wrapping her hand around him and stroking firmly. Martin let out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He picked her up and held her against a boulder. Slipping down her dress completely, he was delighted to see she wasn't wearing any pants either. Wasting no time, he thrust into her. Grace moahed and held onto the boulder with her hands while he pumped into her with primal urgency. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the secluded forest, heightening their passion even more. Their breathing quickened as they moved together in a frenzied rhythm, lost in the heat of the moment. The intensity of their connection seemed to grow with each powerful thrust, building towards an explosive climax.
As they reached the peak of their pleasure, Martin's grip on Grace tightened, and she arched her back in ecstasy.
After the pleasure had subsided, Grace, feeling completely satisfied, whispered, "Meet me tomorrow, same time," into Martin's ear.
Martin, still catching his breath, nodded in agreement, a smile playing on his lips as he held Grace close.
Grace slept very soundly that night, the anticipation of their next rendezvous only added to the thrill of their secret affair.