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I claim her lips in a soft, lush kiss that leaves her breathless in my arms.
“You’ll enjoy it,” I whisper as our lips part. “I promise you’re going to enjoy it a hell of a lot.”
She lets out a faint moan. “Prove it.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Trina
“We’re going to use condoms,” I tell him as I slowly unbutton my blouse.
Graham eyes me from where he’s standing near the bed. His bed.
We’re in his bedroom. I’ve called it home since the day we married, but this is the first time he’s been in here with me for longer than a minute.
He gestures to the nightstand. “I have condoms.”
I silently berate myself for not peeking in the nightstand drawers before now.
I never thought to, or maybe my subconscious kept me from doing it out of fear of what I’d find inside.
“Your clothes,” I say as I reach the last button. “You’re not undressing.”
That’s not the whole truth.
He’s removed his tie and suit jacket. Both landed on a chair in the corner of this room, but he hasn’t taken off his shirt or pants.
He’s been watching me with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I will,” he whispers. “I don’t want to miss a moment of this.”
I’ve never shied away from showing my body to a man. I won’t with my husband either.
I slide the blouse from my shoulders and toss it on the same chair where his clothes are.
Before I remove my bra, I undo my jeans. The entire time I keep my gaze on Graham’s face.
“You’re staring at me,” I accuse, suddenly wanting to cut through the intensity of his expression.
“How could I not?” he asks as he stalks toward me. He takes sure and measured steps as his fingers make quick work of the buttons of his shirt.
By the time he’s in front of me, his entire chest is exposed. Then the shirt falls to the floor at my feet, granting me my first view of my husband’s naked torso.
Damn.
He’s all cut muscle and planes of smooth skin.
I reach a tentative hand out to touch him. Trailing a fingertip over his shoulder, I trace a path down his chest to his abs.
Before I realize what’s happening, his hands are on the waistband of my jeans.
“You’re torturing me, Mrs. Locke,” he whispers. “I want you now.”
I drop my hands to his belt buckle and answer his plea as I help him lose the rest of his clothes.
“I didn’t want this,” he hisses the words out between clenched teeth.
I glance up at him as I trail my tongue over the swollen head of his thick cock. “You’re a liar.”
A deep belly laugh rolls through him as he yanks on my hair, causing a jolt of pain. “I want to be inside of you.”
I slide my mouth over him again, taking him even deeper.
That lures a loud groan from him.
I pull back, letting his cock drop from my lips. “You are inside of me.”
That earns me a look that promises that I’ll pay later for making him wait to fuck me.
He reaches down to grab hold of my arms, yanking me to my feet.
His lips find mine in a rushed kiss before he twists us around and tosses me onto his bed.
I try to resist when his hands grip my knees. He urges my legs apart.
I feel exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, wanted in a way I’ve never felt before.
He gazes down at me as he stands next to the bed. “Jesus, look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
I push my cheek into the soft linens of the bed. “Fuck me, Graham.”
“I want a taste,” he breathes. “I want it so much, but…”
My fingers trace a soft path over my cleft. “You want to fuck me first.”
“So badly.”
He moves quickly to the nightstand, keeping his gaze pinned to my hand the entire time.
I touch myself. Not caring how it looks to him.
I’m already so close to coming just from watching his lean muscular frame move and from seeing how aroused he is because of me.
Once he’s sheathed, he’s on the bed with me. His hands glide down my inner thighs.
“It’s been a while for me, “ I confess softly. “So please, be…”
“Gentle,” he finishes my sentence. “That’s asking a lot.”
I let out a light laugh. “Be gentle this first time.”
He leans forward to kiss my right nipple. “I want to taste every inch of your body, but I need this, Trina. Fuck, do I need to be inside of you.”
I urge him forward with a hand on his shoulder. “I need it too.”
I gasp when he slides the crown of his cock over my folds. I whimper when he pushes inside, and when he’s settled deep, I moan in a voice that I can’t recognize.
It’s filled with such need and trembling with want, and when he thrusts again, and again, I cry out, knowing that this is better than anything I’ve experienced before.
