Chapter 11
His hands wander over my body as he eases off my plaid flannel.
He catches the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head, then pauses to take in my breasts in their red lace bra.
Biting his lip, he returns to my neck. His mouth finds the sensitive spot there, and I moan.
My desire keeps building. I've never wanted anyone the way I want Graham right now.
I can feel how aroused he is beneath me, too, and he certainly isn't lacking in that department. He's well endowed. I press a hand to his chest, stopping him. "I need to tell you something."
His hands fall away from my hips. "Okay." Concern crosses his face.
I draw a deep breath. "It's been a while... since I've been physical with a man."
His hands return to my body. "Is that supposed to put me off? If so, you've failed miserably, because I think I'm even more turned on." He leans in to kiss me again.
I stop him. "Also, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm. At least, not the way Bianca describes it."
He gives me a puzzled look. "You've had sex before, right?" I nod. "Then I don't understand." He tilts his head.
I shrug. "Well... my ex said I wasn't attractive enough to get him hard. He would... have me do things to him so he could get hard enough to have sex. It was usually awful."
His teeth clench. "That sounds like a problem with his dick, not your looks. Fuck... you're sexy as hell. I get a hard-on just thinking about you." He rises abruptly and throws me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I yell.
He carries me down the hall toward his bedroom. "I intend to give you the best orgasm you've ever dreamed of."
Just thinking about it has soaked my panties. "Fuck..."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I plan on doing that, too."
He sets me on the bed and nudges me toward the pillows. Then he strips off his shirt, and I watch every muscle tighten. God... he's fucking hot.
He bends over me and presses his lips to mine, his tongue moving against mine.
I feel him undo my bra. His hands massage my breasts before slipping down to unbutton my jeans.
He eases them off without breaking our kiss, then trails his mouth down my neck.
"Mmm... Graham." He kisses his way to my breasts and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking.
"Fuck... Graham." My back arches. He smirks, circling my nipple with his tongue until I moan louder.
His hand moves down and brushes my soaked underwear.
I flinch with desire. "Oh God!" I moan. He raises his head.
"Baby, I plan on doing a lot of things to you this weekend, but I want to hear my name on your lips. Not God's." I nod and bite my lip.
He continues kissing down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my panties. Each kiss leaves me more aroused. He draws my panties down with his teeth. I want him so badly.
His kisses move up my thighs, my whole body burning for him. At last, his mouth reaches the place I've been aching for him to touch. He licks my clit slowly, and my hips press toward him. My moans grow louder. "Graham!"
He spreads my legs farther apart, giving himself full access.
He sucks my clit and slips a finger inside me, making me cry out his name.
"Baby, you're so beautiful... so wet," he says.
Now he moves two fingers inside me while his mouth keeps working.
My hips buck as a hot pressure builds in my abdomen.
"Graham... please don't stop. Mmm... fuck... Graham!"
My cries urge his fingers faster. Then his lips crash against mine, and I taste myself on him. His fingers keep moving in and out as my orgasm sends spasms through my legs.
Still breathing hard, I reach for Graham's pants and begin undoing his belt. He covers my hands with his. "We have all night, baby."
My chest rises and falls rapidly. "Graham, I need you. I want you so badly."
He smiles. "You can have me." He unfastens his pants, then pulls off his shorts and boxers in one swift motion. His cock is hard, and my eyes widen. "Fuck."
He gives me a small, knowing smile. "Relax. I promise to be gentle, and if you want me to stop, I will." I nod. I lean toward him to give him some release, but he pushes me back onto the bed. "No. Tonight, I'm taking care of you," he says as he climbs over me.
He kisses me, our tongues tangling. His hands spread my legs, then one slides up my thigh to my clit, rubbing in circles. I'm wet again, moaning against his mouth. He grins. "So responsive. So wet."
He slips a finger inside me. "Mmm... Graham, please. I need you." He withdraws his finger and brushes his tip against my entrance.
I jump at the first touch. Graham kisses down my neck to help me relax, and I run my fingers through his short hair.
He enters me slowly. I flinch at the pain, but his hand moves down to rub me, drawing out more pleasure.
He moves in and out carefully until the ache begins to fade and pleasure takes over.
Graham massages one of my breasts, and his mouth finds mine before I can take in everything he's doing.
I move against him, making him grunt. Moans slip out between our kisses.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he moves deeper and faster.
My body follows his rhythm. He growls, gripping my hips to steady himself as our pace quickens.
My legs tremble, and I tip my head back into the pillow, my orgasm beginning to overtake me.
Graham turns my face toward his. "I want to watch you give in to me completely.
" The moment he says it, my whole body shakes.
My mouth falls open, and I cry out as the heat in my abdomen breaks.
"Graham!" He watches me come undone from the pleasure he's given me.
As I reach my release, Graham thrusts once more, then pulls out and finishes in his hand. That was incredible.
He goes into the bathroom, and I hear the tap running.
A minute later, he returns with a washcloth.
I look at him, confused. "Uh... baby, I think you might be bleeding.
" My face burns with embarrassment. He catches me and draws me close.
"Stop feeling embarrassed around me. It's a compliment, really.
It just means you weren't lying about how long it's been since you've had sex.
I could tell by how tight you were, too.
" I take the washcloth into the bathroom and begin cleaning myself.
When I'm finished, I step out to find Graham lying on the bed, watching me. I lift the covers and settle beside him. He draws me against his chest. "That was better than anything I could have imagined," I say, still amazed by what happened.
He chuckles. "Good. You know what that means, right?" I glance up at him, worried. He leans down and kisses me deeply. "I told you earlier that I intended to make love to you and make you mine."