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“That’s right. Look at how hot you are,” Graham says, suddenly so close his chest presses against my back as his hands slide up the sides of my skirt, baring my thighs and then that scrap of black lace he insisted I wear. That delicate, beautiful fabric that is the only thing covering where I’m already so wet, so desperate to be touched. “You’re a goddamned sex goddess.”
He’s right. I am, I realize as he lifts my skirt higher, smoothing his hand over my bottom as my eyes go dark with hunger.
I look like I’ve been possessed by the spirit of some ancient fertility goddess, a creature with no shame, only hunger, desire, and bottomless, fathomless passion.
I know it won’t last, and that cautious, careful CJ will be back sooner or later, but I mean to make the most of every second, every kiss, every husky groan as Graham glides his finger beneath the lace on one side of my sexy new panties.
8
Graham
I’ve been hard as steel since the moment I put this lesson plan into motion. Now, I’m on the verge of exploding.
Holy fuck, but she’s hot. Unbearably hot.
CJ, sweet, sexy CJ, is all grown up and bringing me to my knees.
That’s exactly where I want to be with her, soon. I can’t wait to be on my knees with my tongue between her legs, tasting her, feeling her tremble as I make her even hotter, wetter.
Why did I waste precious time stressing out about being her teacher? It’s so clear now that the answer should have always been yes. Hell to the motherfucking yes.
My hands glide up her hips as I tease my fingers beneath the fabric of her barely-there lace panties, which look every bit as delicious on her as I knew they would.
“Your ass was made for fine lingerie,” I murmur into her hair. “I’m going to send you these in every single color.”
“If you insist,” she says, her breath catching as I draw the panties down.
“You were made for something this gorgeous.” I hold her gaze in the mirror as I bare her round, firm, heart-stopping ass and the thatch of dark hair between her legs.
Fuck me, but she’s perfect.
I drop to my knees, unable to resist pressing a kiss to her bare ass, kissing her once, twice, before I rake my teeth over her tender flesh.
She cries out in response, her surprised sound transforming to an exquisite moan as I drag her soaked panties all the way down to the floor and urge her to step forward, one sexy heel at a time. As soon as they’re free, I fist my fingers in the fabric—the crotch is so damn wet, Jesus—before tossing it aside.
She’s every bit as turned on as I am, hands now braced on the mirror to steady herself, and it’s probably going to kill me. I’m going to be dead by the time we’re done, but hell, what a way to go.
I stand, draw her back to my front, and run a finger along the seam of her pussy. She melts against my body as I glide back and forth through her slick, swollen flesh. She’s so ready, so eager, and the sweet, sexy scent of her is driving me insane. I explore her gently, pulsing and teasing, her gasps and moans like music in my ears. She arches her spine, trembling as I reach her throbbing clit. I slide my fingers across it, and she gasps, the sound of her sheer, unadulterated pleasure making my dick impossibly harder.
She tosses her head back, her fingers clawing at the glass in front of her as I trace circles across that swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oh, Graham,” she murmurs, her voice a shot of desire into my veins. “It’s so good. I had no idea it could be so good.”
“And it’s only going to get better,” I promise as I slowly, gently, press a finger inside her, making her gasp. Jesus Christ, she’s tight, incredibly tight.
Pinning her closer against my chest, I nibble on her earlobe as I go deeper, my thumb rubbing her clit at the same time. She cries out again—whether from the bite or the finger fucking, I don’t know, but I’m hoping it’s both, it’s everything, it’s all the heat and fire we’re creating in this dark, secret room.
“I can’t wait to hear you come,” I say, my cock so hard she can surely feel it pressing against the curve of her sweet ass. “Are you going to come for me, Butterfly?”
She nods and whimpers softly. “God, I think so. I think I’m close . . .”
My rhythm falters for a moment as a tragic suspicion sweeps through me. I know she’s never had sex, but surely . . .
“Have you ever come, baby?” I ask gently.
“N-not with someone else around.” Her eyes slide closed as embarrassment tightens her features.
