AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I freeze for a nanosecond, processing this new info. Lesson one is apparently going to be even more of a leap than I’d assumed.
But I’m going to make damn sure that leap is more than worth it. Silently, I thank the stupid bastards who didn’t break their tongues making her come, because I get to be the first to coax a delicious, intoxicating orgasm from her.
And I won’t fail.
“That’s about to change,” I rasp out.
Her lips press together, but her eyes stay closed. “It’s my fault. I get nervous and I can’t—” Her words break off with a soft cry as I rub her clit in another firm circle and then another. “I-I can’t . . .”
“Shh, baby. You can,” I promise. “And you will.”
Or I will die trying, I add silently, completely ready to give my life if that’s what it takes to bring my beautiful, sexy CJ to the other side of the cliff. I will deliver her first orgasm right here, right now, or I don’t deserve to walk out the door still pretending to be a man.
CJ
I open my eyes in time to see my cheeks flush scarlet in the mirror and Graham watching me over my shoulder. His big, strong hands and wickedly talented fingers continue to work between my legs, building the swell of pleasure that threatens to pull me under any second.
I want to be pulled. I want to fall. Pleasure crawls up my legs, curls tight in my belly. I’m on the edge, so close I can taste it. I’ve brought myself here countless times. I’ve flown off the edge to so many fantasies. I know how it feels, the delicious pressure, the intense waves. But what will it be like when I don’t have to work for every ounce of it solo?
My lashes flutter, but Graham shakes his head, holding my gaze.
“Keep those eyes open, gorgeous. Let me see you get hotter for me.”
With my arms trembling, I press my fingers flat against the glass as he palms a breast, squeezing and kneading as his other hand rocks between my legs. I climb higher, higher, until the air is so thick with desire I can barely breathe.
I’m shaking. I’m shaking everywhere, panting and moaning, and I can barely take all these wild sensations chasing through me.
“I love turning you on,” he says, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re the sweetest, sexiest thing I’ve ever felt, and the smell of you makes me crazy.”
I gasp as the steel rod of his erection presses more firmly into the small of my back. I’m too drunk on everything to speak. Pleasure, anticipation, fear, desire . . . all surging, pulsing, building. This feeling is beyond anything I expected, anything I could have imagined before I knew what it felt like to be in Graham’s arms.
His mouth is on my neck, devouring my skin, his tongue sending waves of electricity coursing through my body as he picks up speed with his hand. The driving rhythm makes every nerve vibrate with a terrible, beautiful longing.
In all the times I’ve given myself pleasure, I’ve never felt anything like this. I’m crazy, wild, lost, but so close to being found.
So close, so close . . .
God, yes . . .
“Graham!” I buck against him, meeting his thrusts. Now he has two fingers inside me, stretching me, moving harder and faster, his thumb racing over my clit as I ride his hand. And suddenly, there it is, that deep, desperate pull between my legs, in my stomach, rising higher, tighter until it bursts.
I come so hard my vision blurs, and I have to bite my tongue to stop from screaming. Shudders rack my body, and pleasure washes over my skin, lapping sweet and vicious inside my bones until I know I will never be the same.
I press my bare lower body against Graham and my cheek against the cold mirror, ready for him to pull away, but he clearly has no intention of stopping. His fingers continue their nimble work, thrusting and rubbing. Before I’ve fully recovered from the first time—my first non-solo flight ever—I’ve re-boarded the roller coaster, swooping down and then up, up—
This time, I nearly stop breathing.
This time, I don’t just leave earth. I leave my body, soaring skyward as bliss pulses through me, changing me, transforming me. Teaching me things I’ve never known before. Dark, delicious secrets that can only be communicated when two people are skin to skin.
As I drift down through puffy, orgasm-colored clouds, Graham withdraws his hand from between my legs and gently but firmly guides my mouth to his. He kisses me deep, hard, but-oh-so sweet, sending heat spreading through my chest.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my lips.
Am I? Really? I haven’t done anything for him.
At least, not yet . . .
