“Stay with me,” he says. My brows furrow in confusion. Of all the things I expected for him to say in this moment, that isn’t the one I thought I’d hear.
“You mean tonight?” I say, confused for a second if I understood him correctly.
“Yes, tonight. Or this weekend, why not keep these good times going?” He winks. I want to laugh at his smirk, as my fingers dig into his hair again.
“Can’t we talk about this after?”
“Oh, so you want me to keep going?”
My eyes bug out of my head at the audacity of him. He’s playing it cool, like he’s oblivious to the way my body is practically shaking with need.
He sits back on his haunches. He’s waiting for me to scold him, beg him, anything to stop this conversation and go back to the sweet torture he was inflicting upon me just a few moments ago.
“I’m hungry,” he says, clapping his hands together as he looks back up at me. “How about you? Are you hungry?”
Then he winks at me again. The motherfucker has the audacity to wink at me when I want nothing more than to grab him by his hair and put his mouth back on me, making him shut up.
“Graham,” I say, grinding my teeth.
He’s loving this, and I want to stomp my feet and command him to stop. He pushes to his feet, reaches for the chair at the head of the table, and takes a seat as he looks over at me. He reaches his hand out to me and I place mine in his, just before he yanks me closer to him.
His hands wrap around my waist as he moves me so I’m standing between his legs, positioning me between him and the edge of the table.
“Mm, yes. I’m very, very hungry.”
He looks up at me and my breath is caught in my throat at the hunger I see in his eyes. I realize then he’s not at all talking about serving me a three-course meal.
No, it’s the furthest thing from his mind and I want to yell hallelujah.
He picks me up and sets me on the edge of the table, as he commands me to lie back. This is a new side of Graham that I’ve never seen.
He’s always wanted to take care of me, pleasure me, but the edge of authority in his voice is so fucking hot. I want more of it, so I do as he says and lie back.
My heels are both positioned at the edge of the table. Peering down, I watch as Graham stands. He’s like a man on a mission, as he wraps his fingers around the lace of my underwear, whispering for me to lift as he pulls them over my hips and down my legs.
I force my knees together, as if trying to hold onto some sense of modesty, as he sits back down in the seat. When I feel his rough hands on the soft skin of my thighs, all thoughts of modesty go right out the window, wanting to feel whatever he’s willing to give me.
I hear him moan in appreciation, as I squeeze my eyes closed just before his tongue swipes at my entrance. The sensations cause my body to tremble, as I reach down to run my fingers through his hair, holding him against me.
Raising my head up, I peer down my body at him as his eyes look up to meet mine. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking as my legs clutch against the side of his face.
“Oh, God, Graham,” I cry, holding his head to me.
My body thrashes back and forth, as he wraps his hands around my thighs holding them close to him. He growls, it’s loud and animalistic. The sound vibrates through my body.
He pulls back, away from me, using his finger to run through my wetness down to my pussy. When it slowly slides inside of me, I want to beg him to give me more, and sensing what I need, he does. He leans forward again, using a combination of his tongue and his finger to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
He alternates between licking and sucking. Each move is unexpected, and it’s exactly what I love. Tingles break out across my skin as I squeeze my eyes shut. Lights flash before my eyes as I let out a soft moan and shivers rack through my body.
I should feel embarrassed, the way I’m laid out before Graham. It dawns on me that up until now, it’s always been about me. Him taking care of me and pleasuring me.
I want to take care of him in the same way.
He stands up, peering down at me. Somewhere along the way he shed his shirt, which is now laying on the floor behind him. I can’t help but smile thinking about him quickly taking it off and throwing it haphazardly out of the way.
“My turn,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him suggestively.
His eyes light up at me, running his hands along my thighs as he reaches forward pressing a kiss there.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm.” I smile, content.
“Does that mean you’re going to stay with me?”
The thought of lying in bed with Graham, being wrapped up in his arms all night after spending the past five years going to bed thinking about him, missing him, sounds more like a dream than reality. As much as I should pump the brakes, hold myself back, and ask him what’s going on, I also don’t want to stop and question things either. I don’t want to make things complicated and I sure as hell don’t want to ruin this moment right now between us.
“I guess,” I say, smiling at him. He tilts his head back as I lean forward pressing a kiss against his lips. I can taste myself on him. I wrap my hand around the side of his face, feeling the stubble lining his jaw against my hand.
“You’re mine,” he mutters against my mouth. “All. Night. Long.” Each word is followed by a kiss against my lips.
The sound of vibration against the hardwood floor distracts us from the happy bubble we have around us. He reaches over, grabbing it, and checks the screen before looking back at me.
He sighs deeply as he stands looking at me regretfully.
“I’m sorry. I gotta take this.” He holds the phone up to me, just as he swipes the screen.
“What’s up?” he asks, pressing the phone against his ear.
I watch as he disappears into the living room. His words are muffled, so I’m not able to make out the conversation. There’s a part of me that wonders what could be so important it’s worth answering right now. I quickly force that thought out of my mind. He owns his own company now, there could be a hundred more important things going on he has to tend to.
I feel selfish for letting my mind go there. I just hate that our moment was ruined.
On shaky legs, I climb off the table and quickly put my clothes back on. We have a whole night ahead of ourselves now and I tell myself I’m going to enjoy this time with him, because I know all too well how quickly it can be taken away from me.
I’m going to make this night count.
20
Graham
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Two hands wrap low around my waist while I’m standing shirtless in the kitchen.
“You know it’s dangerous to cook without a shirt on,” she mumbles from behind me, pressing her lips against my spine as her fingers trail along the edge of my sweatpants.
“I’m a master in the kitchen,” I say, as her finger brushes against my cock. Setting the spatula on the counter, I turn in her arms to face her.
Her hair is wet, piled in a messy thing on her head. Her face is clean, and my God she looks so damn beautiful. I love seeing her making herself at home in my home.
“I remember how very skilled you are in this kitchen,” she says, hinting at our time together on the oak table just a few feet away.