“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said softly, his voice gruff.
With his eyes still on her, she reached around and undid the clasp of her bra. It fell into her hands in front of her, baring herself fully to him. He reached out and tugged on one nipple almost casually, though his gaze was still on her eyes.
“I love your nipples. I can see them when you get excited or cold through your shirt. No matter how thick your bra is, I always know when your nipples are hard.” He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over the turgid peak.
“Jesus,” she groaned, her head falling back. He rolled her other nipple between his fingertips before switching sides and biting down. Her knees shook as he pulled away and pressed her breasts together with his hands, massaging and squeezing.
“I love fucking these,” he growled before licking each nipple and pulling away again. “They’re too big for my hands, but for my cock? Just the right size. And hell, I love watching you overfill my hands with these gorgeous tits of yours.”
“Are you going to wax poetic about my boobs for the rest of the night, or are you going to make me come?”
He grinned at her before holding one breast and slapping at her nipple. She let out a shocked gasp that ended on a moan as the sharp sensation shot from her nipple to her clit.
“Holy hell,” she gasped.
“Get mouthy with me again, babe. We’ll see how long you last before you’re coming on my hand, my face, my dick.” He moved quickly, his hand going up her skirt and around her panties as he speared her with two fingers. She screamed his name, her body shaking—though still only close to the edge, not falling over it. “You’re fucking drenched for me, Blake. Think you can come like this? With just my hands and your skirt still on? If you come right now, I’ll eat you out and lick up every sweet drop of your cream. What do you say?”
In answer, she rocked her hips, gripping his forearm to keep her balance. The fact that his veins popped out on his very muscled forearm as the rest of his hand was hidden by her skirt just made her hotter. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on his hand as she inched closer and closer to the edge.
When he pressed his thumb to her clit, she came, her knees shaking and her body breaking out in a sweat. Graham lowered his head to her neck and sucked, keeping her orgasm going as long as possible, longer than she’d thought possible.
He slid his hand out from under her skirt and licked his fingers clean before groaning. “Fuck, I missed your taste. On your back. Spread your legs. Now.”
Because she wanted to come again, she did as he ordered. Next time, she’d order him on his knees to eat her out, but for now, she just wanted his head between her thighs, his beard scraping her skin, and his tongue on her cunt.
She spread her legs, and Graham quickly stripped off his shirt before kneeling down in front of her and burying his face between her knees. Her body bowed as he licked her, sucked, and bit. When his hands joined in, she shook, coming hard enough that she was sure she’d almost strangled him as she clamped around his head. He pressed down on her inner thighs with his hands, spreading her even more as he licked along one side of her cunt, then the other.
She tried to pull away, her body shaking, needing him, but he kept going. When the softness of his beard scraped her clit, she came. Again.
She’d freaking come from his beard.
“In me,” she panted. “Now.”
He was naked with a condom on in the next blink. Where he’d found the damn thing, she didn’t know, but right then, all that mattered was that she was about to be fucked.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he growled as he slid his cock between her folds, teasing.
She reached between them and squeezed the base of his dick. “Less talking. More fucking.”
He thrust into her to the hilt, and they both shouted. When he leaned over her, gripped the back of her neck, and forced her gaze to his, she fell for him all over again.
“Just you and me, Blake. No one else. Nothing else except this, except what we have. You understand? It’s just you and me.”
She nodded, though she didn’t understand at all. And when he started to move, she fell into rhythm with him, her body and his becoming one, her soul breaking because she knew he might never be hers in truth.
But when he slowed, their eyes locked, her heart thudding and her mind whirling. They came together. This wasn’t just fucking, it was making love. She didn’t know what it meant, what it would mean in the future. When they fell into a pile of limbs on the couch, he tucked her close, and she closed her eyes, afraid he’d see too much.
He ran his hands down her body, and she burrowed into him, hiding her face.