“What is it then? Is it about Krate? Maverick said you guys hadn’t been following him, that he’s probably on drugs and paranoid. Is that true?”
“Halle, it’s nothing you need to worry about. I promise, everything is fine. Just things have been stressing me out at work since the opening. I’ve had some long nights with my mom, but I can assure you she’s okay. Can you please just sit with me for a little bit? Then, we’ll go back inside, and I’ll get you some cake.”
He holds out his hand to me and like the fool that I am, I go back to him. Every damn time I go running back to him.
“I never did thank you for that night in Chicago,” he whispers, pulling me close to him again. He must see the confusion on my face as I stare up at him.
“For which part exactly?”
“For coming to me, that night after we got back to the hotel from Velvet.”
I want to wince at the mention of that night, the embarrassment of how it all went down. God, it was like I couldn’t help myself anymore. I needed him so badly.
“You are so fucking sexy, Halle. Dear God,” he moans, and I swear my heart drops at the sound. He pulls me close to him again, as his hand wraps around my waist, anchoring me to him. “It took everything in me not to take you right there. I wanted to,” he groans, tilting his head up toward the sky. “Fuck, I wanted to take you so damn bad. It took every bit of willpower left in me to carry you back to your room and put you to bed. Watching you fall apart like that for me, giving me a piece of you after all this time.”
Raking my nails down his chest, I stare up at him, waiting for him to look back down at me. The need I feel churning in me now, racing through me, is running wild.
I want him so damn bad.
“Graham,” I moan. “I need you.”
16
Graham
* * *
My head whips down, meeting her gaze, and there it is. There it fucking is.
Need is written all over her face, as her legs move beneath the fabric of her dress. She’s turned on, aching for me, and she’s rubbing those sexy as fuck legs together looking for some relief to the burn she’s feeling inside her.
“Fuck, yeah, you do, baby,” I breathe out, feeling my cock grow just looking at the glossy look in her eyes. “C’mere.”
I pull her down on the blanket so she’s on her knees sitting in front of me. Lying back, I ball my jacket into a makeshift pillow, pulling her so she’s positioned over the top of me.
She doesn’t wait for direction as she climbs on top of me and I can’t help the string of swear words that follow as she positions her heat over the top of my dick. Even with my pants acting as a barrier between us, I can feel how wet she is as I rake my hands up her thighs.
When my fingers meet the lace material of her panties, I don’t even try to hold in the moan. The way she bites down on her lower lip, loving the way my body reacts to her.
If there’s anyone capable of taking my breath away, it’s Halle. Seeing her standing in front of me in lace? That’s one way to bring me to my knees. God. Damn.
“You wear these for me?” I ask, knowing how much I fucking love seeing her in lace. So fucking beautiful and delicate. She looks fucking beautiful in anything she wears, but there is a softness about seeing her in lace that brings me to my knees.
She nods her head, and I can’t help but groan, knowing I was right. She can sit here and act like she doesn’t want me. She can deny it all she wants, but she knows as well as I do, there is no stopping the pull we feel toward one another.
Sliding my finger beneath the edge of her panties, she leans back further giving me better access to her aching center. When my thumb slips across her, pressing against her swollen clit, I feel like I’m seconds away from coming in my fucking pants.
“Ooh, shit,” she moans, throwing her head back as she grinds her pussy down on my thumb.
I continue to rub circles as she rubs her pussy over me. The movement, back and forth over my dick, is enough to drive me to the edge. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on her and her pleasure.
Her tentative hand reaches between us grabbing onto the belt buckle of my pants causing my eyes to shoot open meeting hers.
“I need to feel you, Graham,” she whispers. Her tongue skates out, dragging a slow line across her lip, as she lets out a heavy “please.”
It’s nearly my undoing.
We stop for a second, as her hands reach between us, hurrying to free me from my pants. She quickly stands, stepping out of her underwear, and kicks them off near me before reaching forward to pick up the front of her dress.
It’s a move so forward, so like Halle. When we were together, she would never hide herself from me. Her confidence, she wore it like a skin. It’s what I loved most about her. How comfortable she was with herself and around me.
Watching her bare herself to me, in the middle of the field with nothing but the soft glow from the lanterns in the distance, I can’t help but love her even more. She doesn’t shy away from anything, never with me.
Positioning herself back over me, I watch as she lowers herself and her bare pussy over me.
“God, yes,” she quietly moans, as she slides her pussy over my dick in one quick motion.
Her pussy tightens around me and let out a heavy breath, trying to rein in some restraint before I end this far too quickly. It’s been too long since we’ve been together, and I want to drag this out for as long as I possibly can.
Sitting up, she wraps her legs around my back as I kiss her chest, holding her to me.
Her fingers drag along the nape of my neck, into my hair as she pulls on the strands.
“This, right here,” I moan. “I’ve missed watching you fall apart for me.”
The rest of the words are left there, dead on my lips as her mouth crashes down on mine. Her body rocks against mine, taking what she needs from me. Our hips crash back and forth as we race to the edge, needing to feel more of each other but never getting enough.
“Graham,” she moans, her mouth open as she eagerly rides me sucking in every bit of air around us.
My fingers drag along the front of her dress, feeling her bare breast beneath the loose fabric. Pulling the strap down, freeing her from the confines, I groan seeing her rosy nipple peak from the cool night air.
Wrapping my lips around her, I suck and lick, alternating back and forth as she begs me for more and praises me with every yes. Her fingers wrap around the back of my head, holding me to her as she continues to ride me.
It’s the little noises she makes combined with the steady motion that brings me racing to the edge.
“Halle,” I moan against her chest, sliding my hands beneath her dress, grabbing onto her bare ass, holding her against me.
“I’m close, baby, tell me you’re close.”
I don’t want to finish without her with me.
“I’m almost…” she mutters, her words coming out broken and breathy.
Reaching my hand between us, I run my thumb over her clit as she says my name again.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss her.
Holding her face in my hand as her body clenches around me, we both fall over the edge together. She tilts her head back, as the aftershocks of her release race through her.