Page 189 of Rush of Jealousy

I stretch and let out an exaggerated yawn. “Really well. Despite you waking me up three separate times.” My eyes meet his, and the slightest bit of sadness is visible through his filter of happiness. It is subtle, but I have been able to pick up on this pattern with him.

“Good. Because I want you worn out and wanting me for the rest of the day.”

I swallow hard. Pretty sure my body is already worn out from last night, but I am not one to complain. He shimmies down my body, trailing his mouth along for the ride. He licks my core in long laps, spreading his tongue out as far as he can to increase the surface area. I attempt to push my legs closed at the extreme sensations, but his hands hold me wide open for him.

“Hmm, so pretty and pink,” he coos, sucking at my most sensitive spots, before inserting his tongue inside my opening.

If pussies can blush, I think mine just did under his attention.

I moan as he fucks me with his tongue. My hands squeeze fistfuls of sheets, as I grind my teeth and submit to the pleasure. He uses just his mouth on me, and it is divine. I thrust my hips upward to match his rhythm, and when I can’t take anymore, I arch my back and grind myself onto his mouth as an orgasm overtakes me.

“Delicious,” he says, crawling back up my body. “Here, taste.” He kisses my lips long and hard, biting a bit at my flesh. “I’m going to miss this.”

What is he talking about? I push him back so I can look into his eyes. “Miss it?”

He studies my face and then turns away so he can nuzzle my neck, completely ignoring my question.

I want to ask for clarification, but he is distracting me with his cock, rubbing up and down my wet slit. I want him. He knows it. The sexual need I have for him outweighs my curiosity. I reach down between us and grab his shaft. He feels so huge in my hand. I can almost get my thumb and middle finger to connect as they curl around him. Almost. I pump him a few times and then roll us over so I can be on top. Graham lets me do what I want, and I take this moment of control as a small victory. I roll my shoulders back and lift my hips up off him so that I can slide down to the base of him. I wiggle my butt and adjust to his size.

“Temptress,” he says between his teeth.

“You feel so good.”

When I am not cringing from the fullness and have stretched out a bit, I begin to move. Up and down, up and down…

Graham’s hands dig into my waist and he helps to facilitate my movements, thrusting his own hips upward as I slide downward. My breasts bounce with the rhythm, and I feel feminine and free. It is a powerful combination.

I toss my hair over my shoulders and circle my hips, as I grind my bottom down on his groin. The only sound in the room is that of his fleeting curse words. Graham removes a hand from my hip and toys with my clit with the pad of his thumb. It’s like he sets off my detonator.

I throw my head back and scre—

“Mumpff!”

Graham’s hand flies over my mouth, cupping it and muffling my noise. He thrusts up one last time for his own release, his face distorted with pleasure. I flop forward and regret allowing him to slip out by my sudden move. He waits until I am done with my high before releasing my mouth.

“You’re going to let everyone in this house know you belong to me. Do you want that?”

“They already know.”

“You want to be experiencing the walk of shame while we say our goodbyes today?”

I giggle into his neck. “Pretty sure they know we are together after they saw how enchanted you are by my mad skill in family style games.”

Graham breaks out into a half laugh. “It was hard carrying the team.”

“Yeah, carried us straight to the losers’ couch.”

We lie beside each other and giggle over the rehash of yesterday’s games. I loved seeing Graham in a different light. Watching him with his family and really relaxing has given me another puzzle piece to add to my collection; slowly, I am learning more about the man who has me so enchanted.

I look down between our entangled legs and feel the moisture leaking from me. He rolls out of bed and scoops me up into his arms like a baby.

“Let’s take a quick shower and then we have to go.”

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I pry. “For how long?”

His body stiffens under mine. “No.”

“How do you know that I even want to go wherever we are going? You know I have class, right?”

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