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“I want you, too.” I tell him, although it’s barely spoken under my chaotic breath.
“Are you in need Madelyn?” he questions, and my cheeks go hot.
I need his fingertips on me more than life.
“I want more from you this time,” he says in a gravelly voice before I can answer. “I don’t just want to make it good. I want to see how good it is by the expression on your face. Look at me.”
I look into his pale blue eyes, overwhelmed by his hand moving under the lace of my panties. He stops, and I freeze. “Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes glint. “No, kitten, you didn’t. I just need to get these out of the way.”
He strips my panties off slowly, bringing them gently over my thighs, and crushes them into a ball in his fist. The rip of the lace tearing is audible, and it makes my bottom lip drop.
“You wanted this, didn’t you? Your panties are already wet.”
I spread my legs a little more for him, feeling reckless at the way he called meneedy.
Yes. I want to be your little whore,I think, but I don’t tell him that. I’m too afraid to.
“That’s it.” His fingers return to my core, and he pushes two of them inside me, letting out a hiss when they sink in easily.
“I want to watch you come for me,” he says as my pleasure climbs with every thrust of his fingers. He moves his thumb in relentless little circles over my clit, the pleasure building and building, his blue eyes locked on mine. There’s nothing to do but keep my thighs open for him and come, clenching on his fingers. My toes curl as my body heats and I get closer and closer.
“Fuck, Graham,” I call out his name as I reach my climax all too easily.
His face is flushed, his eyes dark, and he leans between my legs and unzips his pants.
This is the sight I didn’t get to see before. He was bent over me from behind, and I didn’t get to see how he looks when he wants from me this badly.
When he wantsmethis badly. It’s a heady feeling, to know a man like him wants me.
I feel like I might lose my mind from wanting him, so I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines himself up and pushes in. He’s much thicker than his fingers and I gasp at the stretch. My head falls back in pure bliss, but his hand cradles the back of my head and instantly his lips are on mine.
Graham isn’t rough, but he doesn’t hold back, either. He moves against me with smooth, powerful thrusts, his hands bracing me where he wants me.
“Fuck,” he says. His voice is low, and it does nothing but make me hotter for him.
Graham kisses me with passion, his hands roam my body, and the sensations are all too much at once, and yet at the same time, not enough. He takes control of my mouth completely, tasting me deeply, and I taste him back as his hips work faster and deeper, pushing in until he bottoms out. Desire screams through my veins with a scorching heat and I can’t get enough. He tenses, his body going still, and then he wraps his hands around my ass and grinds me against him while he comes. My orgasm hits right before his, turning my mind to sheer pleasure.
I’m not sure exactly what happens. He says something to me, but none of the words make much sense. He lifts me into his arms and takes me through the apartment to my bedroom.
He leaves me for the bathroom, and I catch my breath and slip on a nightie. The faucet runs in the bathroom, and I attempt to figure out what to say, but my mind is blank.
I have to say something about the window. I have to thank him…and maybe tell him I like our arrangement more than I thought I would. But I don’t want it to seem like I want money from him. The words stay scrambled in my mind as he comes back out, gorgeous muscles on full display. It’s then that a phone goes off from the living room.
“Wait here a moment,” he tells me before giving me a searing kiss. I lie down under the sheets sated and exhausted, just barely able to hear him answer the phone. I try to think about what to say and how to handle this in a way where he knows I could be interested in more.
He comes into the room, a hand over his phone and tells me he’ll be right back. But he’s gone before I can answer. The apartment door opens and closes, and I’m left in bed alone.
It doesn’t take long for me to rest my eyes and somehow, I drift into sleep.
When I wake up in the morning, it’s quiet in my apartment. Thoughts that the night before was only a dream come to mind, but the soreness between my thighs shuts that down immediately. The only sound is the heating and cooling system and its whisper of air. If I lie very still, I can just make out the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. Eight stories below, the city is already awake. Cars honk in the traffic. Breaks squeal. I’ll be out there soon, looking for a job.
For now, I roll over onto my back and stretch. I feel good. Well rested. Well fucked, if I’m being honest. I slept deeply all night and didn’t wake up worried about anything.
Sunlight streams through the window, and it’s like Graham was never there.
I swallow thickly, realizing he never came back. I force myself to shut down all emotion that creeps in and instead concern myself with the task of getting a job so I never have to approach Graham for another arrangement again.