Grace gave a groan of frustration and dropped the vibrator on the bed next to her. Her whole body was practically thrumming and yet the release it craved was still as elusive as it had ever been. In her twenty-eight years she had never experienced an orgasm. It wasn't that she hadn't tried, she had. She had tried books, movies and all manner of toys, she had even tried men. Not that many she conceded but still that ‘special moment' eluded her. She glanced at the clock and realised she should start getting ready for her date and sighing she got up and pulled her robe around her body and went to the bathroom. "I'm taking a bath!" She called out to her housemates as she closed and locked the door behind her. Daryl watched as Grace shut and locked the bathroom door behind her before slipping back into his room. He tried not to think of her stripping of and making herself even more sexy than she actually was, all for this stupid ‘DG' of hers. He remembered when he had first met her, he and Mike had decided to advertise their spare room for rent to get a bit of extra money. And as a laugh they had asked for a written reason why the prospective tenants should be given the room. When they read Grace's advertising herself as the perfect housemate for two blokes they had thought she was too good to be true, she had described herself ugly enough to ensure girlfriends weren't jealous but with pretty friends should they want that. She wasn't a girly girl and would bring her collection of music and films with her, no chick flicks or boybands. She could cook but was a terrible cleaner, but could be a great handyman. They had immediately called her up for an interview, an hour later Mike called the other four they had lined up and informed them the room was taken. She had fit in immediately and she was right neither of their girlfriends were jealous of her and they didn't have reason to be she was just one of the guys. That was until the night they had gotten drunk and played truth or dare, Grace's weakness was that when she was drunk she told the truth. They had found out that night that she had never been made to scream, by anyone or even herself. Daryl had asked about the baby oil in the bathroom. Wondering what she did with that. "Ah!" She had slurred propping her leg up on his. "Feel." She had commanded. Daryl had slid his hand up her leg to her knee it was so silky smooth and soft. "I put it on after a bath or shower and I feel like this. Best to put on after shaving." She said taking her leg back. After that moment Daryl really started to look at her, she was overweight but not by much and she had the most longest legs he had ever seen and the silkiest he had ever felt. She didn't change anything but suddenly she was sexier than ever. However his excitement was tempered later on when she had confessed to be lusting over a guy, she wouldn't say anything other than DG. Dream Guy, and it appeared that he wouldn't look twice at her. In the following months she had tormented him without knowing. He went to throw out a shirt but she claimed it and used it to sleep in. Every time she stumbled out of her bedroom half asleep wearing it took all his control not to grab her and ravish her. If that wasn't bad enough she had recently purchased some knee high striped socks that she started to wear with her skirts that brushed the tops of her knees. Daryl groaned as he smelt the bath cleaning products, she had taken a baby oil bath her whole body, every crevice would have been soaking in warm water infused with the oil making it all silky smooth and oh so touchable. Daryl scowled at his computer as he worked, since breaking up with his girlfriend last month he had been working on Grace to get her to forget all about DG so he could step up and teach her how to scream, just when he thought he was making progress she came home yesterday in a better mood than he had seen in a long time announcing she had a date tonight. DG he could only surmise as this was the first date he had seen her go out on. He made the mistake of going downstairs as she left she was wearing a red tartan skirt that came to mid-thigh, a black low cut t-shirt that showed off the tops of her breasts, enough that you wanted to see more but not too much making her look easy, black high heels and a pair of those damn red and black striped socks. After she had waved him goodbye he stomped back upstairs to throw himself into his work. Several hours later after making himself a sandwich in the kitchen he heard the door open. He switched the kitchen light off assuming it was Mike and waited to make him jump. But then he heard Grace's voice. "Alright, the toilet is through there." She sounded quite cold. "You know I don't want that." A male voice said and he heard a thud, probably Grace getting shoved up against the wall. "Hey!" She protested. "You know you want it, all you fat girls do, why else do you think I went out with you? Oof!" Her date cried out as Grace kneed him between his legs, then he gave a strangled scream as Daryl grabbed him round his throat from behind. "I think you've outstayed your welcome." He growled in his ear and shoved him outside slamming the door in his face. He turned to Grace who was still stood against the wall shaking, he hated the way her eyes were filled with unshed tears as he watched her face crumpled and she started crying. Daryl just pulled her in for a hug and held her until she stopped. "Come on." He said. "I think we should open that bottle of wine." "I'm sorry about DG, guess he turned out to be a wanker after all." Daryl said after most of the wine had been drunk and they were curled up on the sofa, Grace having kicked her shoes off but the socks remained on. Grace snorted. "Tony? DG? No! I realised that DG would never look twice at me so I decided it was time to move on, unfortunately I moved onto the wrong one. So how come you're not out with Tracey?" She asked. "We split up last month." "Really? Why what happened?" Daryl grinned sheepishly. "I called out another woman's name in bed." "You didn't!" Grace gasped. Daryl nodded grinning. "Oh my God! Was it someone she knew? Oh God!" She giggled at his nod. "Please tell me it wasn't her sister. Refill?" She asked as she got up grabbing his empty glass. "No and it wasn't her mother either." Daryl said pre-empting her next question as he followed her to the kitchen counter. "Who's name was it?" She asked then gasped as she turned round to find he was close behind her. "Yours." He whispered before grabbing her head and pulling her in for a deep kiss. Grace's head spun as Daryl's tongue pushed it's way into her mouth duelling with hers making her gasp at the sensations it caused. Her hands had a life of their own as they slip up his chest and wrapped themselves in his thick black hair pulling him closer. She loved nothing more than having her head held while being kissed, and for so long she had wanted to be kissed by Daryl she couldn't believe this was happening. Especially when his hands slid down her body to clasp the cheeks of her arse pulling her into him, letting her feel his erection. The front door suddenly slammed open and Mike barrelled in causing them to jerk apart. "What are you doing back?" Daryl said stepping away from her. As Mike explained he had lost his bankcard, Grace took the opportunity to run upstairs, her head was spinning. Ever since she had seen Daryl she had wanted him, as she had gotten to know him and heard the moans coming from his room when Tracey had stayed over she had wanted him more. He was gorgeous, at 6'3" he towered over her even in her heels a difficult thing to achieve since she was 5'9". He was incredibly muscular and had black hair with blue eyes, one of her main weaknesses when it came to men. As she undressed and pulled on her nightshirt, which was Daryl's old shirt she wondered at his words and his actions, she had given up ages ago that he would look at her the way she did him. So why had he kissed her like that tonight, she sighed as she realised he was just being nice and making her feel batter after what that cock had done and said, plus coupled with the wine it was the only explanation she could come up with. She sat down on her bed to pull off her socks. "Leave them on." His husky voice said making her jump. She looked up to see he was stood leaning against her doorframe, he pushed away and walked slowly towards her. "Mike?" She asked "Gave him some money and kicked him back out. He'll be out all night." Grace swallowed at the thought of having the night alone with him. "So Gracie," he murmured as he walked. "Still not screamed yet?" Grace blushed as she remembered that night she had told him her difficulty. She shook her head numbly as she felt herself getting wet just from the look in his eye. "Well I can never turn away from a challenge." He said as he pressed her back onto the bed and kissing her just as passionately as he had earlier. He moved his lips down her neck and nipped gently at a spot that sent a shock wave through her making her gasp. His hands slid over her shoulders and down her sides brushing the sides of her breasts. He lifted his head and smiled at her gently as he softly cupped them and slid his thumbs over her erect nipples, even through the material of her shirt the sensations made her gasp and she could feel the tension and the wetness growing. He bent his head and suckled first one then the other onto his mouth. Grace cried out softly and slid her hands under his t-shirt aching to feel his muscular chest. "No." He whispered capturing her hands and placing them back on the bed. "Not until you scream. This is about you." His mouth plundered hers again his tongue whipping around hers as his hands slowly undid button after button. When he reached the bottom his raised his head and looked down at Grace gasping for breath he slowly parted her shirt baring her breasts to his eyes. "You are so sexy." He groaned before leaning down and capturing a nipple between his teeth. "Oh God!" Grace gasped as he bit it the shock of pleasure that arced from her breast to her now aching clit. Se wanted nothing more than for him to touch her there but he denied her that. He spent his time sucking and licking her nipples and running his hands over her skin, each time he bit her or skimmed his hands over her thighs she gasped and froze wanting more, but scared she wouldn't get it. Finally he moved his lips down over her stomach until he reached the barrier of her panties. Hooking his fingers in them he pulled them down and off her legs in one swift movement, he knelt on the floor between them and slid his hands up her thighs which parted easily for him. Grace jerked when his thumbs grazed her outer lips playing with the hair that was already soaked with her juices. He slowly parted them and leaned in and dragged his tongue up her wet slit stopping just short of her neglected clit. Grace groaned in frustration her hands fisting on the bed beside her, she knew this feeling so well and she also knew she could get a lot more excited but no more, no matter what was tried she just wouldn't cum. Daryl chuckled and gently pressed the tip of his tongue to her clit as he inserted a finger into her. Grace bucked as if electrocuted at the sensations he was causing her. He set up a rhythm of thrusting his finger in and out while varying his assault on her clit, he would gently suck it, then bite, or he would roll his tongue around it before pressing it firmly on the top. Grace's hips started to pump of their own accord as he added a second finger. Her hands were now on her head as she couldn't concentrate on anything but the amazing sensations he was causing. He paused in his motions and Grace almost screamed out in frustration. But then he sucked her clit back into his mouth and assaulted it with a combination of his teeth and tongue, as he did this he thrust his fingers deep inside her turning then and hooking them. Grace screamed then as her first ever orgasm ripped through her body causing it to buck wildly as her muscles spasmed around Daryl's fingers. Instead of letting up Daryl increased his torment of her drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Finally he stood up and pulled off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. Grace's eyes widened as she took in his erect cock, it had to be at least seven inches she had never had one this big before, she reached out to touch it but he knocked her hands away. "Oh no." Daryl said pulling her up the bed and positioning himself between her legs. "I told you, this is about you not me." He nipped her neck again. "But I've already screamed." Grace gasped trying again to touch him. "Not enough." Daryl said capturing her hands and holding them above her head. Dipping his head he flicked her nipples with his tongue and let the tip of his cock brush against her pussy lips. Grace moaned and lifted her hips wanting more. "Tell me." Daryl whispered against her skin. "What?" Grace gasped moving under him. "Tell me what you want." "You." She whispered. "I need more." He said lifting his head and looking into her eyes Grace blushed, she had never been good at dirty talk. Daryl flexed his hips pushing his cock against her. "Oh God I want your cock." She moaned lifting her hips hoping the motion would allow him to slip inside her but he also lifted denying her. "What do you want?" Daryl whispered in her ear. "I want you to fuck me with your cock." Grace almost shouted. "Please Daryl, please fuck me." "As you wish." He said and shoved his cock deep inside her in one swift push, she was so wet it went in smoothly but she still cried out in shock as her body stretched to accommodate him, closing her eyes against the burst of pleasure. Daryl stilled and waited until Grace opened her eyes to look at him. Holding her gaze he drew out of her slowly until only his tip remained, before just as slowly sliding back in again. Grace moaned softly unable to look away from his blue eyes. Daryl let go of her hands and lifted himself up on his arms as he pumped his huge cock into her slowly time and time again. Grace wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him in tighter to her, her hands gripped his firm arse. "Oh God, yes fuck me." She gasped as Daryl increased his speed. Her eyes widened as she felt the onrushing sensations, Daryl grinned and thrust into her harder and harder until Grace threw back her head and screamed at the intensity of her orgasm. It was so much more than her first one. She moaned when Daryl pulled out of her, but he turned her gently until she was on all fours in front of him, she gasped when he parted her legs and thrust back into her. She cried out when he leaned round and started rubbing her clit, the sensations were too much they were almost painful. "Not again, I can't." She whimpered. "Yes you can. Cum for me Gracie, cum for me." Daryl groaned as he worked her clit harder. Grace's arms collapsed as another orgasm ripped through her, she had no strength left to scream, she could only whimper softly as Daryl turned her over and picked her up pushing her against the wall as he knelt between her legs. "You are amazing." He said as he kissed her long and hard, Grace could do no more than moan into his mouth as he impaled her on his still hard cock. Her head dropped onto his shoulder when he released her lips and started pumping into her hard and fast. Grace clenched her muscles hoping that would calm down the almost painful pleasure she was feeling. "Fuck!" Daryl gasped as his rhythm faltered. Had she done that? Grace squeezed him again experimentally and he gave a strangled gasp. She smiled to find that she could drive him wild as well. She lifted her head and whispered in his ear. "Cum for me baby, cum for me." And she rippled her muscles, all her experimenting with feeling vibrators had given her control and she worked him hard gasping as it also worked for her. "Not without you." Daryl groaned pumping harder now slamming her back against the wall. Grace could see he was gritting his teeth holding back so she squeezed him again tighter than she had before. Daryl let out a strangled scream of his own as he pumped his semen into her forcefully, the sensation of the jet of come hitting her inner walls suddenly set off another orgasm an Grace screamed louder than she ever had. Daryl slid down and pulled Grace into his arms and covered them both with her sheet. He had thought she would have been too wrapped up in worrying if anything was happening to let it but she was so responsive and that thing she did at the end with her muscles! "That was amazing." He gasped. "Why the Hell DG wouldn't be interested in you I don't know. Oh well his loss is most certainly my gain." "Oh I think DG is interested in me now." Grace said smiling up at him. Daryl scowled. "I thought you said he wouldn't look twice at you." "I thought that but I know different now." She replied resting her head on his chest. Daryl froze. "So this, this is all forgotten because this DG looks at you?" Grace laughed and lifted her head. "You are so stupid Daryl Graysen." She said watching him as he slowly figured it out. "But you said?" "No you said Dream Guy, I couldn't very well say ‘actually you're wrong it's you' could I?" Daryl chuckled relieved. "No I guess not and you were wrong. DG always had his eye on you. I was right by the way." "About what?" Grace asked sleepily. "About you obviously needed the right person to teach you how to scream." Grace laughed softly as she drifted into sleep, yes he was right but tonight was the first time he had screamed as well and in the morning she was going to make him do it again, her way.
