Page 51 of Feel It All

Graham and Jace grab the bags, and we follow him up the stairs. He unlocks the first door on the right and hands the keys over to Graham. “Here we are. If y’all need anything, just text me or Mare.”

“Thanks, man,” Graham responds because I am too busy gawking at this room. Each wall has some form of shelf with books on it, and the long wall is completely full of books.

“You like it, buttercup?” Graham closes and locks the door behind us.

“It’s perfect.” I spin around to face him. He is giving me that look again, like I am the most beautiful thing in the room. “Graham…”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“What?” His eyes grow wide, and I swear he is holding his breath.

I start to panic internally. Crap, what if he doesn’t love me back, what if this totally freaks him out?

No, no what-ifs. Be confident, Win.

“I love you; you don’t have to say it back if you aren’t there yet. But I love you.”

Graham moves, closing the distance between us. He crashes his lips to mine in a passionate kiss that I feel deep in my core. “I love you.” He moves his hand to the back of my thighs, picking me up, and I lock my legs around him. “You are my everything, Winry Bennett.”

Happy tears threaten my eyes, but I draw them back and kiss him ferociously. He loves me, I repeat in my head. He carries me over to the base of our bed and lays me down. His kiss explores down my neck and collarbone, while my hands pull up his shirt and scratch his muscular back. He breaks away for a moment, and I take advantage, pulling his shirt over his head. My hands move up and down his torso, mapping out each and every curve of muscle. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and presses his erection against my center. I stifle a moan at the contact.

“Nuh uh, buttercup. Don’t you dare be quiet, I want everyone to hear how much I love you.” He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down. I am not usually one for underwear, but this time I put on my sexy red lace panties. I pull my shirt over my head to show off the matching bra.

“This looks amazing on you, but I think it will look so much better on the floor over there. Raise your hips for me, baby.” I lift them, and he slides the small lace fabric down my legs. He drops to his knees, “Now I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you until you come, and that bra had better be gone too by the time I’m done.”

With the first stoke of his tongue, my back arches and my body writhes with pleasure. I don’t know how I manage the brain capacity, but I get my bra off and one of his hands reaches up, squeezing my breast and rubbing my already hard nipple.

“Graham, I…” some gibberish leaves my mouth, completely incomprehensible.

“What was that, buttercup? Want me to stop?” He teases.

I raise up on my elbows meeting his wicked smile. “Don’t you dare.”

My hand grips his hair and I pull him back down. He growls and completely loses all restraint. He wraps his arms around my legs, locking them in place and devours me. With each pass of his tongue, I get closer until I finally succumb to my orgasm. I let out a string of curses and my hand tightens its grip on his hair, and my hips involuntarily move, thrusting out every bit of pleasure.

Graham kisses up my body, pausing to give my boobs attention. “Fuck, Graham.”

“We will, buttercup.” He breaks apart and undoes his jeans, pulling them down. I sit up and pull his underwear down myself. My hand wraps around his shaft, doing slow strokes.

“I need you inside of me now.” I go to pull him on top of me.

He pauses me, “I should get a condom.”

“You don’t have to; I mean I am good if you are. I’m on the pill and I have never been with anyone without a condom, but to be sure I got tested after Flynn said he had been cheating on me.”

“You sure? I am good too; I just want you to be sure.” He cups my face.

“Yes, Graham. I want to feel you, every part of you. Don’t hold back.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a low groan. In a second, his strong hands pick me up and toss me up to the top of the bed, and he climbs on top of me. Our kiss is full of love and need. Graham grabs my legs and brings them up over his shoulders and pounds into me. I have never felt fuller in my life, never felt more complete and loved than I do in this moment.

“You take me so well, buttercup. Like you were made for me.”

“Graham,” I moan louder than I mean to.

“Louder, Winry.” He leans forward slightly, deepening the angle and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

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