20. Rosay
Chapter twenty
Rosay
I choke on a breath as my reflection stares back at me.
A forceful tide of desire pools in my center at the idea of watching us, of watching him as he consumes me, mind, body, and soul.
Breath whooshes from my lips when he lowers to the floor and glides his hands up my calves and thighs, caressing the soft skin and making it pebble.
My hips lift of their own volition, begging him to pay attention.
His fingertips inch toward my panties, but he doesn’t remove them yet.
My clit pulses as it awaits his touch, and his gaze is ravenous when it meets mine in the mirror.
“Watch me devour you,” he orders in a husky voice before sliding my thong down my legs and parting my thighs.
Any resistance I have crumbles.
I’m rapt, unable to look away from the mirror as he drags his nose through me, swirling his tongue around my entrance before pushing inside.
A mewl escapes my lips, and I fight not to close my eyes at the sensation, delighting in the way he’s ratcheting me up by lapping and swirling around my clit.
Tingles spread over my flushed skin as he grasps my hips with bruising force, day old stubble tickling my core .
“More,” I chant, trying to keep my hands above my head. Graham’s face is mushed so far between my thighs I’m unsure if he heard me, but I damn near sob when I feel the tentative push of his finger into me.
A feverish need comes alive inside me, creating an insatiable thirst for more of him.
With one hand working me so perfectly, Graham uses his other to do away with my bra.
He massages my breast, plucking my peaked nipple with an expert’s touch.
I cry out, legs shaking as I near an orgasm.
A quick pinch to my nipple sends a lick of pain that pulls me back from the edge, and Graham chuckles against me.
My legs slam shut against his head, trapping him exactly where I want him. “You think that’s funny?”
With my clit in his mouth and dark eyes locked with mine, he nods.
“Payback is a bitch,” I say, releasing his head.
“And patience is a virtue.” He raises up on his knees, and I wail, worried he’s going to deprive me of my release. Wet kisses along my hip bones distract me as he pays homage to my body, teasing my canal as he latches onto my nipple and tugs lightly.
Stars dance behind my eyelids as he adds another finger and strums my clit with his thumb.
Heat barrels down my spine and ignites a fire in my core.
My back bows as the orgasm builds, and I bear down on his hand, meeting him thrust for thrust. Words are leaving my mouth, but I’m in such a haze of pleasure I could be reciting the dictionary in Latin, and I’d have no clue.
I cry out when my orgasm hits me with the force of a rocket, jerking my body against the mattress.
I’m breathless and trembling as Graham sucks on the skin of my breast, no doubt leaving marks in his wake.
“Fuck, you’re good,” I groan, sliding my hand through his hair.
“Uh uh.” He grips my hand and raises it back above my head. “I’m not finished.”
While I’m aware his fingers are still inside me, the fluttering of my inner walls has slowed and I’m more relaxed than I think I’ve ever been.
“Yeah, I got that,” I reply. “Not sure if you haven’t done this whole thing before, but now it’s time for you to fuck me into this mattress like you promised.”
Graham li cks the seam of my lips, and I open for him, welcoming the slide of his tongue carrying the taste of me. We kiss for a moment before he moves back down my torso, slowly circling my entrance with his fingers. When he positions himself between my legs again, I squirm away.
“I finished,” I say.
He arches a dark brow with a look of distaste on his face. “One is never enough.”
Before I can answer, he slides his finger along the puckered skin between my butt cheeks and his tongue dives back into me, stealing what’s left of my orgasm.
My throat and chest are tight with the breath I’m holding, waiting for him to breach the ring of muscle, but he doesn’t.
He teases me for a moment, kissing my thighs with his wet mouth.
“In due time, sweetheart ,” he says with a smirk.
The way I can’t wait to tease this man like he’s teasing me.
Graham enters me with two fingers, pressing against my G-spot with firm pressure that sends a zing up my spine.
A burgeoning frenzy builds inside me as he picks up his rhythm, and I drown in the pleasurable stroke of his tongue against my clit.
I’m hovering outside of my body in a haze of euphoria as the ripples of pleasure course through my body.
“Oh…yes…what…fuck.” Eloquent speech leaves my brain when he applies pressure with one hand right above my mound and curls his fingers up with the other, repeatedly tapping against the sensitive area inside me.
An unfamiliar sensation rises in my core, building in waves that push and pull against my entire being.
Fire licks down my skin, converging where Graham is making me feel…
Fuck, what is this feeling? Nervous laughter bubbles out of me as I try to control it, to focus on the lightning in a bottle feeling he’s creating with the rhythm of his tongue and fingers.
“Let go , babygirl,” Graham coaches.
I shatter beneath him, climaxing and drenching his face with cum. My pussy spasms for what feels like minutes afterwards, and I’m overly sensitive as I come down from the high, dazed and mellow.
“What did you do to me?” I ask, fighting the urge to cover my face. While I’ve had great—even phenomenal—sex, I have never squirted before.
“Look at the mess you made for me, babygirl,” he says, slipping out of me and slurping his fingers like he just tasted the best meal of his life.
“What?”
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” I stare at him, slack jawed. When he realizes he’s broken my operating system, he says, “You okay?”
“That. I’ve never. Wow, I have no words.”
“Good,” he says, kneeling on the bed with a foil packet in his hand. “I only want to hear your moans when I’m fucking you into the mattress like I promised.”
Though I’m sated and a boneless heap, my body responds to him as if we’re just getting started and he hasn’t obliterated every defense I’ve tried to keep up between us.
We adjusted this deal to try and cut the tension between us, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I let him inside me, it won’t only be my body I’m giving over to him. He’ll have my heart too.
Graham strokes himself through his boxers, and the idea that I’ll get acquainted with his piercing is my final surrender. “You ready, sweetheart?”
In place of words, I nod, watching as he sheds his underwear and his cock bobs in the air, leaking precum.
My mouth waters, and I reach out to slide my thumb across the stainless-steel hoop, spreading his juices, satisfied at the shiver it produces in Graham.
He drags in a ragged breath when I flick my tongue against it, and I flash him a naughty smile as I close my mouth around the head.
I swirl my tongue, teasing him with circular licks before drawing him deeper with a long suck.
“Fuck, Rosay.” I release him with a pop, savoring his rumbling groan as he catches my chin. “I want this to last, and if you keep doing that, I won’t. Now, get up on that pillow.”
I oblige, watching him as he rips open a condom he apparently took from his glovebox. Something inexplicable spurs me to stop him right before he slides on the condom, reason tumbling into oblivion.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, gnawing on my lip. “And I was tested at my yearly checkup.”
The intensity in his dark gaze makes my core pulse. “I was clear at my last appointment too.”
An untamable storm rises in me as I take hold of him, seeking out his warm shaft and guiding it to my aching center.
Graham takes over, teasing my sensitive skin with his piercing before positioning himself at my entrance.
We lock eyes as he pushes inside, and his comment about the condoms being the wrong size makes more sense as he stretches me, stoking the fire within my core.
“Damn, you feel perfect,” he groans. My entire body shudders at the deep tone to his voice, the pure, carnal lust that drips from every syllable as he thrusts to the hilt. He caresses my cheek and grazes my lips. “You are perfect.”
His words settle over me, batting away every negative thought I tell myself, that I’m too different, too loud, and generally too much for anyone to handle, let alone want for a lifetime.
Tingles ricochet down my body as he pulls out and thrusts back in, shifting my body back with force.
I open wider for him, allowing his long, langui d strokes to steal my breath, the piercing stimulating a spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl into the sheets.
He leans into my embrace, kissing my already plump and swollen lips as his brazen hands slide down to wrap my legs around his waist. A tormented moan slips out when he teases my nipple, plucking the taut bud in time with his thrusts.
He switches out his fingers for his mouth, giving ample attention to both breasts.
“Harder,” I beg, acknowledging the primitive tug that wants him to claim me.
His pace picks up, the driving force of his hips a maelstrom that threatens to take me under.
I writhe beneath him, undulating my hips in time with his thrusts, chasing the orgasm that hovers just out of reach.
Like a mind reader, Graham presses his thumb against the tiny bud at the apex of my legs.
They tremble as the orgasm crashes over me, and he slams his mouth against mine, stealing the sound of my keening.
Our tongues tangle as my body jerks beneath him.
His arms shake with the weight of holding himself up, and once I’ve returned to earth from the out of this world orgasm, I pull him to the bed and mount him. His full lips soften under my kiss, and his hands explore my body, squeezing and kneading on their way to my ass.
“Mine,” he says, cupping my butt.
There’s that word again. Mine . His. It sounds too good to be true, that we’re on the same wavelength, heading toward something more than we are now. I lean forward, placing featherlight kisses around his chest and say, “Yours.”
I lift up and position him at my entrance, sinking down onto his shaft with breathless urgency.
He exhales a groan as I get used to the delicious stretch of him.
His muscles tense as we work in tandem, coasting along the waves, savoring the feeling of being fused together in the most carnal way.
I ride him, relishing in the lascivious things he promises he’ll do to me as he grunts below me.
Passion overtakes me when I see the plea in his gaze, the thing he wants but won’t ask for.
Heat radiates between us as I flex my hand around his neck, testing if I’m on the right track.
His normal brown eyes are all pupils, and when I squeeze harder, his restraint crumbles.
Graham takes possession of my body, impaling me on his cock over and over.
A guttural cry tears from his throat as he climaxes, hot ropes of cum filling me as my own orgasm rips me to shreds.
Sweat sheens our bodies as I collapse onto the bed, sprawled out over him.
I’m splintered in two, smoldering with the fire of my own slick heat.
His hand glides up my inner thigh, gathering his cum and pushing it back inside me with a devious smirk.
Our heaving gasps fill the air, a chorus of inhales as we struggle to catch our breath.
Whether it’s from the long day of running through the woods or the orgasm-a-thon Graham just put me through, my eyelids get heavy, and even though my heart is feeling things it shouldn’t, things I know I need to talk to him about, sleep steals any words left on my parched lips.