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“Oh yeah, I think next time I get to enjoy a taste,” she says as she gets up on all fours and crawls toward me. I fist a handful of her hair pulling back so she is looking up at me and give her pouty lips another demanding kiss. When we break apart, seeing her on her hands and knees nearly does me in.

“I think I like you in this position, don’t move.”

Climbing on the bed behind her I grab her hips and yank them back against me. My dick teases her entrance. “Last chance to back out, baby. I don’t think I will be able to stop once we get started, and I don’t intend on going easy on you.”

“Fuck me, Graham. I need you to fuck me like you want me.”

“I love it when you talk like that, say that again.”

“Fuck me, Graham, now.”

“Ah even better.” I plunge inside of her, my rhythm hard and full of need. Needing to be inside her, to claim her and ruin her for anyone else. I continue pounding in and out, and she begins to push back against me. Oh hell. I don’t even think about it and smack her perfect round ass. She yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain and pushes back against me even harder.

Damn, it has never felt like this, this is pure bliss. My thrusts get quicker, I am getting close, and I can tell she has one more in her. “I’m going to need you to come one more time for me, babe.”

“I don’t know…oh yes just like that.” I continue that rhythm and decide to give her ass one more smack, and that does it. Her arms give out, and her pussy squeezes my cock. When she cries out my name, I fall over the edge too. My orgasm hits me so hard I nearly fall over, but I catch myself before I crush her. I collapse to the side and pull her toward me.

Still on her stomach, she looks up at me, “I don’t think it has ever felt that good, nor have I ever orgasmed twice in one go.”

“No, it has never felt like that for me either,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. She nestles her head in my shoulder, and I lean in, kissing the top of her head. “Let me get rid of the condom. I will be right back, and so help me, don’t you dare put clothes on.”

Chapter 11

Winry

“Iwouldn’tdare.”Iroll on my back, giving him a full view of my naked body.

He takes me in. “You are so beautiful, Winry.”

A smile a mile wide spreads across my face, “Thank you.”

He leans down and gives me a tender kiss and heads to the bathroom. I revel in how I feel right now; my skin is buzzing. Energy is coursing through my veins. It’s after midnight, but there is no way I will be falling asleep anytime soon.

Graham comes back, and his naked body is everything I dreamed it would be. He is built beautifully, with nice, sculpted muscles and abs that I want to trace with my fingers. He has the right amount of chest hair that makes him look even more manly. Don’t even get me started on his ass. “Bitable” is all I have to say.

Climbing back onto the bed, he wraps me in his arms, and I nestle back into his chest. His body is so warm, like a furnace. I breathe in this moment. This feeling is euphoric; I don’t think I will ever get enough.

He lightly runs his fingers up and down my back. “Tell me about your tattoos. I noticed a couple of them while you know, rocking your world.”

I give a snicker at his boasting. “Um, let’s see. I have few small ones.” I sit up so I can point them out. “I got my rose on my shoulder first, on my eighteenth birthday. It’s my mom’s favorite flower. The moon on my ribs is for my dad since he calls me moon baby. I have got an arrow on my wrist because I liked it. Oh, my hip is the best one. It’s a dragonfly, but I didn’t actually pick this one out.” I turn so he can see the black dragonfly on my right hip.

“What do you mean you didn’t pick it out?” He runs his hand over the tattoo, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Well, if it isn’t obvious, I am really close with my sisters. I would trust them with my life. So, one time we saw this video where a couple picked out some tattoos for each other and they got them tattooed without the other knowing. We thought it was a cool idea, so we did it. Wyla and Waverley came up with the idea of a dragonfly and I didn’t know what it was until it was already on me.”

“What? You are insane. Did the rest of them do that too?”

“Just Waverley. Wyla is too big a chicken to get tattoos. We still let her help pick out the tattoos though. For Waverley, we did a little bouquet of wildflowers because of her wild and free personality.”

“Why did they pick the dragonfly for you?”

I lie back down, snuggling next to him. “Well, dragonflies are supposed to symbolize our ability to overcome our struggles and reconnect with our happiness.” I hope he accepts that as a good enough answer. We just slept together; now is not the right time to talk about my struggles with anxiety and depression. Not even my sisters know the full extent of my struggles with my mental health.

He rolls over so we are face to face and surprises me when he says, “We don’t have to talk about it, Win, you can tell me more about it when you want to.” He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me lightly.

“Thank you. So, what about you? I didn’t see any tattoos while, you know, you rocked my world.”

“Don’t patronize me, buttercup.” He brings his finger up and taps my nose. “But no, I don’t have any. My dad has a ton of them, and my mom would keel over if I got one.”

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