Page 59 of Our Unexpected Beginning
“Mmm,” he hummed against her, causing her to jerk.
“And so are you,” Graham murmured, his fingers slowing their pace, drawing a frustrated groan from her lips. “I can feel how much you’re enjoying it.”
Julia bit her lower lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as her body betrayed her. The blindfold heightened every sensation—his calloused fingertips tracing patterns on her inner thighs, the warmth of his breath against her most sensitive areas, the slight stubble on his chin grazing her skin.
“Please,” she whispered, no longer caring about pride. Her pregnancy had changed everything, including how quickly her body responded to him.
Graham pressed a gentle kiss to her hip bone. “Please what?”
“I need to come.”
“No.” He resumed his assault on her oversensitive pussy.
Graham’s fingers curled inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her toes curl. “Remember,” he whispered against her inner thigh, “control.” His free hand splayed across her swollen belly, a possessive yet tender gesture.
“Easy for you to say,” she panted, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her. “You’re not the one being—oh!” Her words dissolved into a moan as he added another finger, stretching her deliciously.
She could feel herself approaching the edge again, that precipice of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away.
“Not yet,” Graham commanded, his voice deep and rough with desire. He withdrew his fingers slowly, making her whimper at the loss. “I want you desperate for it.”
Julia’s chest heaved with each labored breath. The blindfold made her hyper aware of every sound—his controlled breathing, the rustle of sheets as he moved between her legs, the embarrassing wetness between her thighs.
“Graham,” she pleaded, voice breaking. Her hands reached for him blindly.
He caught her wrists, pressing them gently back to the mattress. “Patience.” The bed shifted as he moved up her body, his lips trailing a path of fire from her hip to her belly. He lingered there, placing reverent kisses across the taut skin that housed their child.
“You’re even more beautiful like this,” he murmured against her skin. “Carrying our baby.” His hand moved up her body to her breast. “I could spend my life worshiping every inch of you.”
Graham’s hot kisses moved between her thighs and he resumed his torment, pinning her knees to the mattress and keeping her spread wide for his pleasure.
He sucked hard on her clit, his fingers crooked at an angle and she saw stars.
“Sir,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t—“
“You can,” he assured her, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. “And you will. This is your punishment, kitten.”
Julia whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching. Her body trembled with unfulfilled desire, every nerve ending aliveand screaming for release. The darkness behind her blindfold made each touch, each breath an unexpected jolt to her system.
Julia’s body shuddered violently, teetering on the edge of release. Every nerve ending was alight with sensation, her pregnancy heightening every touch, every lick, every breath.
“Graham,” she gasped, her voice barely audible.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her core. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, curling and stretching inside her while his tongue worked magic against her swollen clit.
“Graham. Oh, I’m going to come. Please!” Julia panted, her fists pulling the sheets from the corners of the bed. “Stop, I can’t.” Her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks from her tears.
Graham’s arms held her thighs tightly and he pulled away from her pussy. “Kitten?” He repeated twice before nipping at the sensitive flesh of her thigh.
“Sir!”
“Answer when spoken to.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her body jerked away from his touch, he slipped two fingers inside her. Anchoring her in place as she trembled.
“Are you saying stop or are you using your safeword? You remember what it is?” How could she forget, they’d teased about the song reference for days until it became a reality. Their safeword was Meatloaf.
“I remember, Sir.” Her eyes met his. “I’m not using it because I don’t need it. I trust my body to you and totake me wherever you see fit. Even if it’s at the edge of my sanity. I trust you as my dominant.”
