9. Maddie
MADDIE
A t the end of the month, nearly five weeks of seeing each other, if you can call it that, Graham whisks me away on vacation.
I know from experience that there are plenty of beautiful sunny places to visit on the coast, but it hardly feels like five minutes on the private plane before we’re touching down.
I spent most of the ride with his mouth on mine or sipping champagne and enjoying the little touches so that helped pass the time.
The beach house he rented for the weekend is so close to the water that I hear every wave that rolls in.
It’s minimalist, with everything nearly white so the view holds even more impact.
Palm trees bend in the breeze. The air smells like ocean salt, and Graham strips off his dress shirt almost immediately and takes me into a massive bedroom overlooking the sea.
There are three lingerie sets on the bed already: one pink, one red, one black.
“Your choice, temptress.”
A blush rises through me and I can’t help but think this is a fantasy I never dared dream before. One a girl like me couldn’t have even imagined.
Graham stands with his hands on my waist while I look them over, pulling me into him. I can already feel how hard he is and how hard he has been since we were on the plane. My whole body is hot with how much he obviously wants me.
“Black.”
He lifts the lacy lingerie off the bed and puts it into my hands. “Go change,” he says. “Then come back to me.”
My heart races as I ready myself and slip on the lingerie. It’s beautiful and expensive, and when I’m wearing it, I really do look like a temptress.
I feel like one, too.
The sun is on an angle in the sky when I pad back out into the bathroom, completely enamored by everything about the present moment.
Graham sits on the edge of the bed, in a suit that makes him look all the more powerful, his knees spread and his hands clasped between them.
His eyes darken at the sight of me in the things he bought.
“Fuck,” he says softly, his gaze wandering down my body as if he’s undressing me with the simple action. “Strip for me.”
I work my fingers under the straps and peel the lace away from my skin.
I just put it on a few minutes ago, but it already feels like it’s part of me.
Graham bites his lip when the lace comes away from my nipple.
They tighten in the cool of the air conditioning, and he motions for me to turn around while I work the panties over my hips and down to the floor.
“Bend,” he says.
The cool air touches a soft, wet part of me, and Graham groans.
“Come here, temptress. Bring the lingerie.”
It feels strangely small in my hands as I cross the room and step between his knees.
All the while I can barely control my breathing.
All I want is him to take me. Graham’s hands find my hair, and he pulls my face to his and kisses me.
It starts out hot and gets hotter, his tongue exploring my mouth and my body going into overdrive.
It always makes me want more, but Graham only deepens the kiss, teasing me, taking his time while his hands roam over my waist and my nipples and the curves of my ass.
I’m out of breath when he finally takes the lingerie out of my hands and wraps the larger piece around my eyes.
With the lace folded over so many times, I can’t see anything. It only adds to the tension that rolls through my body. I need him. I almost tell him but instead I swallow the confession.
His knuckles brushing over my ribs come as a welcome surprise, goosebumps spread all down the front of my body.
His lips press against my collarbone. He works his way up the side of my neck, and then he shifts, pushing me onto the bed.
He puts me on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and gently slips a pillow under my stomach to prop me up.
“What—”
I don’t get a chance to ask the rest of my question before his hands are on my hips and his mouth is between my legs.
I’ve never been eaten out from this position and it’s intoxicating and new and mind-blowing.
My inner thighs shake. Heat concentrates between my legs, where his tongue is running over every inch of me and licking inside me.
His hands stay firm on my hips until he uses them to spread me open a little farther.
Every nerve ending across every inch of my skin is on high alert as the pleasure builds and builds.
I’m collapsed onto the bed, my head in my arms, and don’t realize at first that his tongue is moving up .
It brushes against my hole and I tense, but Graham doesn’t let me move. “Stay how you are, temptress. I want all of you.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
My mind is already overwhelmed by his mouth, and the feeling only intensifies as he licks my hole. I’m a mess, trying to push my hips back into his face, and it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s pulled away.
A bottle clicks.
Something cool lands between my spread cheeks, and then Graham’s circling my hole with his fingertips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in a deep tone coated with lust, though I haven’t done anything but remained still.
I’m trembling over a pillow, caught between wanting to come and wanting to stay in this hot, liquid feeling forever.
“I’m going to put my fingers inside you.
Get you ready. Have you ever taken like this before? ”
“No,” I gasp with my heart pounding.
He makes a pleased sound. “Don’t worry, temptress. I’ll help you. What’s your safe word?”
“Red,” I answer him, and he tells me what a good girl I am for him and how good it’s going to feel. My nails dig into the comforter with anticipation.
He slides one finger into me slow, coaxing me to keep breathing. It burns a little, and when I make a noise, he adds more lube and keeps fucking me with that finger. His other hand slides between my legs. It feels so full and so hot and the pleasure builds inside of me like I’ve never felt before.
The second his fingers meet my clit, my inhibitions fall away.
I can’t concentrate on two things at once and my head thrashes.
Graham circles my clit slowly, patiently, reminding me to stay where he put me, and it’s all I can do not to try and fuck his hand.
I get used to the finger in my asshole and moan, wanting more, wanting to come.
He adds another finger.
I don’t mean to ride them, but it happens anyway. I want sensation any way I can get it. His fingers on my clit and inside me. It feels shockingly sinful, when he’s rubbing like that, keeping my desire at a steady level.
The third finger is still hard to take.
“Please,” I beg. “Let me come.”
“When I’m all the way inside you,” he says, voice soothing. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Yes.” I rock my hips back toward him. “Graham. Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“You can,” he murmurs.
He makes me wait.
He keeps fucking me with three fingers. They’re thick, stretching me, and I bury my face in my arms and pant. I didn’t realize it would be so much, but I never want to stop.
“What’s your safe word, temptress?”
It takes a lot of effort to think of words at a time like this. “Red.”
“Remember,” he warns. “I’m going to fuck your ass. Stay relaxed for me.”
He pulls his fingers out of my ass, and my heart climbs up into my throat.
It’s quiet for a moment and then the bed groans as he positions himself.
I’ve never done this before. I’m not totally convinced that I can .
But then his hands stroke down my hips, spreading me, and the head of his cock nudges against my lubed hole.
“Push back,” he says softly.
I do it, my breath stuttering at how impossibly big he feels.
Graham fucks into me slowly, with as much patience as he used to kiss me, and when he finally slides inside I gasp at the stretch and my entire body lights on fire.
“I’ll let you adjust,” he says as my heart pounds. I struggle to take him and his hand trails back down between my legs, finding my clit.
The pleasure and the stretch are both so intense that I grab for anything I can reach. The only thing to hold is the blankets, so I curl my fingers around them and hold on, trying to breathe. I don’t know what I want to do. Rock back against him, I think, but I don’t know if I can take anymore.
His fingers on my clit make the decision for me.
I want to move with them so much that I tilt my hips forward, and when I move them back, another inch of Graham enters me.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, his voice strained, and I don’t know if I believe him but I can’t do a thing about it. All I can do is breathe into the covers. His fingers speed up on my clit and I rock back harder, taking more of him.
I get lost in the movement, surrendering to the stretch and the effort, and Graham grunts. “There,” he says. “That’s all of me, good girl.”
I grind back on him, begging for more contact with his fingers. They work me faster as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
Over and over, steadily increasing in pace.
Everything goes hazy with pleasure beyond control.
My orgasm builds and builds until it explodes and every single inch of me clenches down on Graham.
“That’s it temptress,” he murmurs at the shell of my ear as I shake out my orgasm. He feels even bigger inside me, too big, and I brace myself on the bed as he pushes in as deep as he can and comes with the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard in my life.
It’s hot inside me, and he feels so big I almost can’t stand it, and every part of me shakes and shakes and shakes.
A short time later, Graham pulls out. I let him go with a hiss. He unties the blindfold with gentle hands, takes me in his arms, and then we’re moving. Toward the bathroom, hopefully. Toward a really long bath. I need it for my wrung-out muscles.
He kisses my forehead. “You were so good.”
So were you, I think about saying, but can’t make it happen.
I barely remember dinner when I wake up the next morning. Graham strokes my hair and gives me new outfits to choose from and checks emails while I take a shower almost as long as the bath then dry my hair until it shines and put on the brand-new sundress he gave me.
Then we go out into the sunny resort town and stroll the sidewalks.
It’s a dream vacation, really. The main street is quaint and busy with people coming in and out of shops, a lot of them obviously enjoying some time away from home.
My only problem is the soreness.
I hold Graham’s hand as we walk past stores and restaurants, my thighs aching and my ass even more.
“That’s nice,” he says, nodding his head toward some art in a gallery window. “What do you think?”
“I think I need to slow down,” I whisper.
He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face toward his, his gaze intense and concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sore,” I admit with a laugh. “From last night.”
Graham takes us to the edge of the sidewalk so we won’t be in anyone’s way and puts his hands on my waist. “You know that you can use your safe word without consequence, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.”
“How sore are you?”
I’ve been trying to ignore the pain, but...it’s more than I thought it would be. “A lot,” I tell him. “It was my first time, so maybe...”
“There are things we can do about that.” He steers me to the nearest cafe and orders me an iced tea, sitting me firmly on one of the padded outdoor seats. “I’ll be right back,” Graham says. “Don’t move.”
When he comes back five minutes later, there’s a packet of ibuprofen in his hand. He opens it with his teeth and watches while I swallow down two of the pills.
“We’ll sit here until it starts to kick in,” he says, then takes the seat next to me and holds my hand.
“I’m really okay,” I promise, but he shakes his head, still worried about me.
That makes me feel as warm and loved as I did last night.
Loved. I shouldn’t be thinking that word. I swallow it down and focus on feeling better.
I finish my iced tea, and when we step back onto the sidewalk, I can’t help tipping my face up to kiss him. I feel a thousand times better with the painkiller, and it’s wonderful to be out in the sun without anything to think about but relaxing together.
The kiss turns hot, Graham’s hand coming up to grip my chin, and someone nearby shouts. “Cute couple!”
Graham picks his head up, his eyes narrow, a smile curving his lips only slightly. “Thank you.” All the while my heart races and my body heats. Couple.
I watch him with emotions storming through my chest. I shouldn’t want him to agree this badly. Maybe I just wanted to hear what it sounds like for him to say yes , she’s mine in public.
Graham looks back down at me, his expression softening. “Ready to shop?” he asks.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
I don’t tell him I’m ready for much more.