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“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 startsout 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 movingup.
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 sofulland sohotand 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 andinside 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?”