Page 73 of Just One Moment

Hungryeyes burn into me, raking up and down my body, like he can’t decide where to start.Iwant to be rid of this coat; of all my clothes.Andpreferably his.Althoughhe’s as affected asIam, he doesn’t rush this.IlikeGraham’sability to slowdown his racing thoughts, to rationally think things through.Butfuck that.Iwant his thoughts as scrambled as mine.

Thetaste of spiced apple and all thingsGrahamfloods my senses whenIdrag his mouth down to mine, fingers gripping the collar of his coat until my knuckles turn white.There’szero hesitation now as his tongue plunges past my lips.Everykiss with him feels like it’s our first but also like we’ve been doing this our whole lives.

Thebest oxymoron there was to ever exist.

Myhands move to his head, ripping his beanie off while his palms roam down my body, underneath my coat, and slip beneath the hem of my dress to cup and squeeze me through my shorts.

Hebreaks the kiss and nuzzles into my neck. “Thisass was made for my hands,I’msure of it.Ineed to feel you again.”Hisfingers inch inward to the cleft of my ass.

Neverhas a man’s desperate tone turned me on so much.Ipull him closer, until my chest is flattened to his toned stomach, and nod eagerly.It’sall the permission he needs.Withurgent movements, his hand moves to my front, and he rips my shorts down to my ankles to find me wet and bare.

“Whereare your panties?” he mutters with a devilish look.

“Ithink you should be thankful there’s one less layer for you to remo—oh god.”Iclaw at his shoulders when he strokes a thumb over my clit.

Hishot breath ghosts over my collarbone. “Iwant you so bad,Quinn.I’venever needed something so much in my life.”

Myresponse dies on my lips when he presses into me.Mydress is bunched up around my waist and draped over his forearm, allowing the cool air to caress the overheated skin of my thighs.

I’ma shaking mess, such a contrast to his calm exterior.Weboth suck in a breath when he adds a second finger and thrusts deeper. “Drenched, honey.Sowet and hot.Iwant nothing morethan to sink into your tight pussy, but for now you’ll have to make do with my fingers.”

Hiscrass words are still the best surprise, and it leaves me blushing all over.

Withprecise movements, he crooks his fingers, quick to find that tender spot in me that has my back arching into him.Ifit weren’t for the firm grip he has on my waist,I’dbe melting into a puddle from the delicious pleasure he’s quickly mastering my body with.

“There, there, there,”Ichant, my eyes falling closed as he strokes deep inside of me.

Voicesnearing closer should stop us, but he just works me harder.Theheel of his hand finds my clit with each thrust of his fingers, and when he trails hot, open mouth kisses along my jaw,Iclench around him.

“You’regoing to come.Now,” he commands with a deep whisper. “Allover my fingers,Quinn.Iwant to feel you; show me what it’ll feel like when you finally grip my cock with this beautiful pussy.”

“G-Graham,”Ipant and sputter.

Iclutch the collar of his sweater, his face, his hair.Ihold on for dear life as the coil deep in my stomach winds tighter and tighter.

Whenhe breathes, “Now, honey,” against my lips does that coil unravel at the speed of light.He’sthe only thing keeping me up asIfall apart in his arms, blissfully overcome by my orgasm until it gradually teeters off, leaving me draped over him like a sated blanket.

Heslips his hand out from between my legs, and without breaking eye contact, draws his fingers into his mouth, humming as he sucks them clean.Thesight alone is enough to bring on a second orgasm.

“Doyou know what you taste like?” he asks.

Words,Quinn, find your words.

Ishake my head.

Igasp as he dips the same hand back in between my legs and swipes across my sensitive flesh before raising two fingers to my lips.Withoutinstruction,Iwrap my lips around the digits and suck them into my mouth.Thelook he gives me asIslip my tongue over him could set the fields surrounding us ablaze.Nothingcompared to the firestorm flaring between us though.

“Youlove tasting yourself, don’t you?You’resucking on my fingers so greedily.Perfectgirl.”

Hepulls his hand from my mouth and replaces it with his lips, searing me with a deep, sensuous kiss.

“Let’sgo home,” he says with his forehead pressed to mine.

We’rein such a hurry to get to the apartment, we almost leave my shorts and his hat on the dusty path.

Afterthe fastest car ride ever, we race up the stairs, both breathless from the exertion but also for what’s to come.

Curlyscurries around our feet, and while the dog is cute and all, he’s in the way.Grahamlocks him in his room with water and a generous helping of kibble.

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