Page 52 of Until I Found You
I force my knees together, as if trying to hold onto some sense of modesty, as he sits back down in the seat. When I feel his rough hands on the soft skin of my thighs, all thoughts of modesty go right out the window, wanting to feel whatever he’s willing to give me.
I hear him moan in appreciation, as I squeeze my eyes closed just before his tongue swipes at my entrance. The sensations cause my body to tremble, as I reach down to run my fingers through his hair, holding him against me.
Raising my head up, I peer down my body at him as his eyes look up to meet mine. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking as my legs clutch against the side of his face.
“Oh, God, Graham,” I cry, holding his head to me.
My body thrashes back and forth, as he wraps his hands around my thighs holding them close to him. He growls, it’s loud and animalistic. The sound vibrates through my body.
He pulls back, away from me, using his finger to run through my wetness down to my pussy. When it slowly slides inside of me, I want to beg him to give me more, and sensing what I need, he does. He leans forward again, using a combination of his tongue and his finger to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
He alternates between licking and sucking. Each move is unexpected, and it’s exactly what I love. Tingles break out across my skin as I squeeze my eyes shut. Lights flash before my eyes as I let out a soft moan and shivers rack through my body.
I should feel embarrassed, the way I’m laid out before Graham. It dawns on me that up until now, it’s always been about me. Him taking care of me and pleasuring me.
I want to take care of him in the same way.
He stands up, peering down at me. Somewhere along the way he shed his shirt, which is now laying on the floor behind him. I can’t help but smile thinking about him quickly taking it off and throwing it haphazardly out of the way.
“My turn,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him suggestively.
His eyes light up at me, running his hands along my thighs as he reaches forward pressing a kiss there.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm.” I smile, content.
“Does that mean you’re going to stay with me?”
The thought of lying in bed with Graham, being wrapped up in his arms all night after spending the past five years going to bed thinking about him, missing him, sounds more like a dream than reality. As much as I should pump the brakes, hold myself back, and ask him what’s going on, I also don’t want to stop and question things either. I don’t want to make things complicated and I sure as hell don’t want to ruin this moment right now between us.
“I guess,” I say, smiling at him. He tilts his head back as I lean forward pressing a kiss against his lips. I can taste myself on him. I wrap my hand around the side of his face, feeling the stubble lining his jaw against my hand.
“You’re mine,” he mutters against my mouth. “All. Night. Long.” Each word is followed by a kiss against my lips.
The sound of vibration against the hardwood floor distracts us from the happy bubble we have around us. He reaches over, grabbing it, and checks the screen before looking back at me.
He sighs deeply as he stands looking at me regretfully.
“I’m sorry. I gotta take this.” He holds the phone up to me, just as he swipes the screen.
“What’s up?” he asks, pressing the phone against his ear.
I watch as he disappears into the living room. His words are muffled, so I’m not able to make out the conversation. There’s a part of me that wonders what could be so important it’s worth answering right now. I quickly force that thought out of my mind. He owns his own company now, there could be a hundred more important things going on he has to tend to.
I feel selfish for letting my mind go there. I just hate that our moment was ruined.
On shaky legs, I climb off the table and quickly put my clothes back on. We have a whole night ahead of ourselves now and I tell myself I’m going to enjoy this time with him, because I know all too well how quickly it can be taken away from me.
I’m going to make this night count.
