Page 69 of Our Unexpected Beginning
They began to move together. The slow strokes over her clit arched her body into his.
To Graham’s surprise, Julia’s hips matched and met his increasingly bruising tandem.
Graham’s fingers moved over her clit. The soft circles turned into a hard pinch, he held it for a count of three and returned to circling long enough for her to fall back into rhythm.
They groaned together when Graham’s hips pressed against the tender flesh of her ass.
“That’s it. Take me. Take all of me.” He bent forward and placed a kiss on her spine. “Does it still hurt?” He bordered between pushing her further and cushioning her boundaries.
She’d told him she hated being handled with kid gloves. She was pregnant, not broken.
“It burns.” Julia’s breathy whine urged him on.
“Ride that feeling. Milk my cock like the slut you are.”Mine.
“Please, please, please.” Julia’s chant was muffled by the sheets. Her fists were tight in the fabric. She didn’t dare move away.
“Good,” Graham said with satisfaction as he continued to pleasure her and enjoy the way she trembled beneath him. “Come for me, kitten.”
Julia shook beneath him. Her face and fists pressed into the mattress. Graham ground his hips against her ass, his cock throbbed as he struggled not to come with her. He wanted to coat her tongue and brand her his.
Graham rested on his elbows, careful not to squash her into the mattress. Her hands sought his and she hummed happily beneath him.
“That…Thank you for scratching an itch I swear.” Julia rocked her ass against him. “You hit all the right spots.”
He hummed with satisfaction, the grip on her hip tight and he lazily circled her clit, drawing out the remnants of her orgasm.
Graham slipped from inside her and pulled off the condom. He crawled over the bed and angled his hips with her shoulders. He knelt beside her, angling his cock at her mouth. “Open beautiful.”
She obeyed, her blue eyes glazed with desire. Julia stuck her tongue out, waiting to accept his offering.
“This is definitely better than the phone.” Graham grunted, fisting his shaft and angling to her open mouth.
Julia’s lips closed around him, hot and welcoming, her tongue flattening to receive his length. Graham hissed through his teeth, threading his fingers through her tousled hair, the silky strands catching between his knuckles.
“God, yes,” he breathed, watching her take him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. The sight of her—flushed and willing beneath him—was almost too much after weeks of nothing but heated words exchanged in midnight calls, descriptions of exactly this whispered across miles of distance.
Her hands found his thighs, nails digging crescent moons into his skin as she urged him closer. Graham rocked forward carefully, mindful not to push too deep even as his body screamed for release.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, tracing the curve of her cheek with his thumb.
“Do you have to leave this week?” She sighed blissfully. “Tell your boss your girl needs dick so you can’t come in to work.”
“Soon, beautiful. We’re shutting down the plant in less than ten weeks.” He bundled her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
“We’ve made it this long. A few more will be okay.”
Ten
Julia
“So, I was talking with Ella this morning and she’s on board for the next event. We’ll have to get Colton to help with food delivery like he did for the Sampson wedding.” Lexi ticked off items on Mia’s wedding while they’d gathered at Surrender after Julia’s birthing class.
Julia settled in their usual booth in the upper pit, next to Melody and pulled out her phone.
Graham:
Just another day of hauling yards and wishing you were in my bed.
