"Just say the word, Stephen. I can make this happen. You can f.u.c.k us both until we c.u.m so hard for you," Grace cooed, stroking him faster.

"Grace," Stephen said finally, his hand wrapping around her own to slow it down. "I don't want that," he said, in a clear voice.

Grace faltered, and stopped her stroking completely, releasing him from her grasp. The look on face, one of frenzied l.u.s.t and seduction was replaced by one of a scolded child, whose parent had just told her to stop misbehaving. She let herself drift away from him slightly, while her eyes cast downward, almost waiting to be disciplined.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said, meekly, her eyes cast towards the water.

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"No, Grace, it's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. I just don't desire that."

She looked up at him, "You don't want to have s.e.x with two desirable women at the same time?"

Stephen grimaced, "Yes, and no. I mean, two weeks ago, probably definitely yes. But then I met you Grace. And I fell in love with you. Yes, that girl is really good looking, and yes I would have had s.e.x with her at one time before you. But you and I are together now," he finished, pointing back and forth between them. "I think only you and I should share that kind of intimacy. Anything other than that would kind of be like cheating to me."

Grace's face looked up at this, a resurgence of hope filling her contours. "You really mean that, Stephen?"

"Absolutely," he smiled, while pulling her back into his arms.

"You're a very rare person, Stephen Willow," she whispered, before kissing him. Stephen pulled himself into her kiss, letting her feel every ounce of pa.s.sion he had for her. She didn't disappoint either, pouring herself into their lengthy lip lock.