Bliss

Grace's POV

With Davis like this, I could say he takes me to heaven and back.

When we were done in the bathroom, Davis took me to the room and laid me on the bed. We had done it twice in the bathroom, yet my stomach ached with anticipation. Of course, I would desire him this much.

“Do to me what you do to Lydia” I found myself saying. I don't know if it was because of the intake of alcohol or if it was my jealousy for Lydia that made me ask for that from Davis. He froze at first before narrowing his eyes at me.

He had made me addicted to him, not a day passed by that we didn't have sex, and four days went by without it. I was going mad, I was forced to learn how to touch myself. Though they didn't work, I wondered if they'd work now that he was standing there naked, staring at me.

My hands moved on their own accord and began touching my breasts, so sensitive, and my nipples already began to hurt from being so stiff and hard from pure arousal. Touching myself while Davis watched ga