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I stare at the stack of papers listing out the word “NEGATIVE” in bold print on every test performed.
“I’m not going to lie here and be dishonest to you. I am scared a bit that I will not measure up. That we will have to stop in the middle because it hurts too much.”
“Shhh…don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart,” he says with a warm smile, playing with my hair. “I am not some type of monster. Yes, it will be uncomfortable, I am sure. But I will give you pleasure. That I promise. I just wanted to provide you with the necessary paperwork now. Because when I am ready to ravish and claim you, you won’t have time to question the sincere concern I have for your safety.”
“Okay.”
“You have to relax and trust me. Understand? I will not hurt you and I will take my time. And you don’t have to worry about owing me anything. This is about you. I will take pleasure in pleasing you. I can make my demands at another time,” he responds with a wink. “Now, I need to see more of you.”
I watch as he kneels on the bed, pulling me up to kneel with him—his strength obviously apparent against my weakened form. He maneuvers himself behind my back and starts peeling my camisole up and off my torso, exposing the lacy fabric of my white bra.
“Lift your arms.”
I do as I’m told and watch as the material gets pulled up over my head. A pile is started on the floor.
The next song plays through the sound system and has a calming effect on my nerves. As much as I want him right now, I am terrified to get swallowed up. I am not sure if my emotions can handle the stress.
At no time do I question whether or not Graham approves. His feral intentions are evident all over his face. I part my lips, licking at the dryness. I hear a deep, guttural groan escape his. Although I have found myself in similar compromising positions before in the past, I have never felt the magnetic pull as when he touches me—or even looks at me. Ever since our first meeting, I have been intrigued and drawn to the mysteriousness behind the blue orbs that pierce me and probe me into giving more than I think I am capable of giving.
I surrender to his touch as he pulls me into his body, groping my skin, tugging on my hair to spark my moans of pain-pleasure. I didn’t think I would like the rough play, but I do. I very much do. And he knows it.
Graham guides the shift in my position to give him access to my legs. I lie back on a mound of pillows and abandon my naive thoughts of staying concealed from his appraising eye. My skirt is slid from my body, making its home on the floor. One by one my nylons are slid down each thigh. At each passing inch of newly exposed skin, Graham caresses and kneads his palms into my flesh. His attention goes to my breasts, squeezing them through the material. I moan and my chest heaves with the pleasure of having someone other than me touch them. At the unsnapping of my white bra, I shyly move my hands up to cup my globes. He has seen me naked before but right now, it feels different. Like I am baring my soul to him for the first time. I receive a disapproving gaze and a shake of the head from him.
“Do not hide your body from me. You are beautiful. Let me see you.”
I slide my hands down and lift my body up on my elbows, freeing my naked breasts, making them bounce with their weight. Instantly, his hands and mouth find refuge between the peaks. My nipples are tweaked, making them stand in proud salute—shooting pleasure signals throughout my entire body. I watch as he licks between both globes, finally finding a pink circle to suck into his mouth, making me nearly fall over the edge from the unrelenting pleasure.
“You like that, huh, sweetheart?” he asks between closed teeth around my nipple. He sends a warning of sexual promise directly to the apex of my thighs like Morse Code—letting the rest of my body know how much I want to be devoured.
I close my eyes with the sensations and grow impatient for attention to be given to its twin. I don’t have to wait long. Every time his hands leave, he replaces the exposure with his mouth. Back and forth my breasts are worshipped and caressed into submission. I don’t even know the point in time in which I rest my back entirely against the bed. My sense of time and my surroundings are clouded—leaving my decision-making skills incapacitated. My mind wants to slow down and get a grip on what I am really doing, so I don’t miss a moment of the long-awaited journey.
Graham releases my fingers from his hair. I giggle; I didn’t even realize I was holding him helplessly to me. His body retreats from mine, making me groan in disapproval. He grins over me with hooded eyes.
“I’m not done with you. Don’t worry, my little sex kitten,” he teases with a husky whisper. His voice alone causes me to get even wetter between my thighs. His words act like kindling to my smoldering desire, and my body clenches at the promise behind them.
I watch as he removes his buttoned-down shirt and undershirt in expert fashion. He unlatches his belt, pulling the strap from his jeans. Then, he leans over me with just his pants on, completely naked everywhere else—including his feet. What is it about him wearing just pants that I find so incredibly sexy? His tanned body looks natural in the glow of the lamp, and I revel in his muscular form. His shoulders look huge compared to the narrow V of his waistline. His abdomen is sculpted, leaving an arrow of muscles and pelvic bone extending beneath the front of his pants. I want to lick the path that leads to his cock. His hairless skin—except for the naughty trail running due south of his navel—glows and ripples with every slight movement. I struggle to keep my drool in my mouth, sucking in a deep breath as I admire the man before my eyes. What a sight of steel.
Holy fucking cannoli.
“Such a pretty, but dirty mouth,” he coos, his eyebrows raising with wicked intentions.
Crap, I need to get a muzzle or something. I don’t even realize I am speaking out loud before it’s too late. No wonder my mouth often gets me into trouble.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he evaluates my vulnerable form laid out over his mattress. He pulls the duvet from underneath my butt, tossing it to the floor, revealing the cranberry sheets that match the pillowcases. I am held still with his gaze, as if he has me shackled to the bed posts with just his sheer will alone.
“I love how creamy and perfect your skin looks against the solid background,” he whispers. “I’m so lucky to have you here with me, baby. So lucky.”
My heart catches. A ball of nerves forms in my stomach, growing in size, as I watch his hand move at infinitesimal speed toward the lace trim of my matching white satin panties. I pant with each passing second, anticipating the feel of his fingers on me. I forget about everything.
The scars…
If I trimmed enough…
How embarrassingly wet I am…
“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs in his sultry half whisper. “Good girl.”
I feel the moisture pool in the layered fabric, knowing that I have never felt this wanton before in my life. He kneels then sits back on his heels, pulling my feet up to bend at the knees, opening me even farther. My crotch is inches away from touching his erection through his pants. I am straddling him, with my butt elevated against his thighs. He massages each foot with careful ease and attention. Who would have thought that a foot massage could produce the same type of electrifying pulses that escaped from my breasts? I sure as hell didn’t. I feel like my body is being taken over, and the control I once had has disintegrated, leaving me at the altar of Graham.
