Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, his voice strained, and I don’t know if I believe him but I can’t do a thing about it. All I can do is breathe into the covers. His fingers speed up on my clit and I rock back harder, taking more of him.
I get lost in the movement, surrendering to the stretch and the effort, and Graham grunts. “There,” he says. “That’s all of me, good girl.”
I grind back on him, begging for more contact with his fingers. They work me faster as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
Over and over, steadily increasing in pace.
Everything goes hazy with pleasure beyond control.
My orgasm builds and builds until it explodes and every single inch of me clenches down on Graham.
“That’s it temptress,” he murmurs at the shell of my ear as I shake out my orgasm. He feels even bigger inside me, too big, and I brace myself on the bed as he pushes in as deep as he can and comes with the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard in my life.
It’s hot inside me, and he feels so big I almost can’t stand it, and every part of me shakes and shakes and shakes.
A short time later, Graham pulls out. I let him go with a hiss. He unties the blindfold with gentle hands, takes me in his arms, and then we’re moving. Toward the bathroom, hopefully. Toward a really long bath. I need it for my wrung-out muscles.
He kisses my forehead. “You were so good.”
So were you, I think about saying, but can’t make it happen.
I barely remember dinner when I wake up the next morning. Graham strokes my hair and gives me new outfits to choose from and checks emails while I take a shower almost as long as the bath then dry my hair until it shines and put on the brand-new sundress he gave me.
Then we go out into the sunny resort town and stroll the sidewalks.
It’s a dream vacation, really. The main street is quaint and busy with people coming in and out of shops, a lot of them obviously enjoying some time away from home.
My only problem is the soreness.
I hold Graham’s hand as we walk past stores and restaurants, my thighs aching and my ass even more.
“That’s nice,” he says, nodding his head toward some art in a gallery window. “What do you think?”
“I think I need to slow down,” I whisper.
He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face toward his, his gaze intense and concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sore,” I admit with a laugh. “From last night.”
Graham takes us to the edge of the sidewalk so we won’t be in anyone’s way and puts his hands on my waist. “You know that you can use your safe word without consequence, don’t you?”
“Of course I do.”
“How sore are you?”
I’ve been trying to ignore the pain, but...it’s more than I thought it would be. “A lot,” I tell him. “It was my first time, so maybe...”
“There are things we can do about that.” He steers me to the nearest cafe and orders me an iced tea, sitting me firmly on one of the padded outdoor seats. “I’ll be right back,” Graham says. “Don’t move.”
When he comes back five minutes later, there’s a packet of ibuprofen in his hand. He opens it with his teeth and watches while I swallow down two of the pills.
“We’ll sit here until it starts to kick in,” he says, then takes the seat next to me and holds my hand.
“I’m really okay,” I promise, but he shakes his head, still worried about me.
That makes me feel as warm and loved as I did last night.
Loved. I shouldn’t be thinking that word. I swallow it down and focus on feeling better.
I finish my iced tea, and when we step back onto the sidewalk, I can’t help tipping my face up to kiss him. I feel a thousand times better with the painkiller, and it’s wonderful to be out in the sun without anything to think about but relaxing together.
The kiss turns hot, Graham’s hand coming up to grip my chin, and someone nearby shouts. “Cute couple!”
Graham picks his head up, his eyes narrow, a smile curving his lips only slightly. “Thank you.” All the while my heart races and my body heats. Couple.
I watch him with emotions storming through my chest. I shouldn’t want him to agree this badly. Maybe I just wanted to hear what it sounds like for him to say yes, she’s mine in public.
Graham looks back down at me, his expression softening. “Ready to shop?” he asks.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
I don’t tell him I’m ready for much more.
Graham
Brian: Come on, we want to meet her.
I stare at the text. Brian’s message sits in my phone unanswered.
Brian: Just do it.