Fuck me, but she’s perfect.
I drop to my knees, unable to resist pressing a kiss to her bare ass, kissing her once, twice, before I rake my teeth over her tender flesh.
She cries out in response, her surprised sound transforming to an exquisite moan as I drag her soaked panties all the way down to the floor and urge her to step forward, one sexy heel at a time. As soon as they’re free, I fist my fingers in the fabric—the crotch is so damn wet, Jesus—before tossing it aside.
She’s every bit as turned on as I am, hands now braced on the mirror to steady herself, and it’s probably going to kill me. I’m going to be dead by the time we’re done, but hell, what a way to go.
I stand, draw her back to my front, and run a finger along the seam of her pussy. She melts against my body as I glide back and forth through her slick, swollen flesh. She’s so ready, so eager, and the sweet, sexy scent of her is driving me insane. I explore her gently, pulsing and teasing, her gasps and moans like music in my ears. She arches her spine, trembling as I reach her throbbing clit. I slide my fingers across it, and she gasps, the sound of her sheer, unadulterated pleasure making my dick impossibly harder.
She tosses her head back, her fingers clawing at the glass in front of her as I trace circles across that swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oh, Graham,” she murmurs, her voice a shot of desire into my veins. “It’s so good. I had no idea it could be so good.”
“And it’s only going to get b
etter,” I promise as I slowly, gently, press a finger inside her, making her gasp. Jesus Christ, she’s tight, incredibly tight.
Pinning her closer against my chest, I nibble on her earlobe as I go deeper, my thumb rubbing her clit at the same time. She cries out again—whether from the bite or the finger fucking, I don’t know, but I’m hoping it’s both, it’s everything, it’s all the heat and fire we’re creating in this dark, secret room.
“I can’t wait to hear you come,” I say, my cock so hard she can surely feel it pressing against the curve of her sweet ass. “Are you going to come for me, Butterfly?”
She nods and whimpers softly. “God, I think so. I think I’m close . . .”
My rhythm falters for a moment as a tragic suspicion sweeps through me. I know she’s never had sex, but surely . . .
“Have you ever come, baby?” I ask gently.
“N-not with someone else around.” Her eyes slide closed as embarrassment tightens her features.
I freeze for a nanosecond, processing this new info. Lesson one is apparently going to be even more of a leap than I’d assumed.
But I’m going to make damn sure that leap is more than worth it. Silently, I thank the stupid bastards who didn’t break their tongues making her come, because I get to be the first to coax a delicious, intoxicating orgasm from her.
And I won’t fail.
“That’s about to change,” I rasp out.
Her lips press together, but her eyes stay closed. “It’s my fault. I get nervous and I can’t—” Her words break off with a soft cry as I rub her clit in another firm circle and then another. “I-I can’t . . .”
“Shh, baby. You can,” I promise. “And you will.”
Or I will die trying, I add silently, completely ready to give my life if that’s what it takes to bring my beautiful, sexy CJ to the other side of the cliff. I will deliver her first orgasm right here, right now, or I don’t deserve to walk out the door still pretending to be a man.
CJ
I open my eyes in time to see my cheeks flush scarlet in the mirror and Graham watching me over my shoulder. His big, strong hands and wickedly talented fingers continue to work between my legs, building the swell of pleasure that threatens to pull me under any second.
I want to be pulled. I want to fall. Pleasure crawls up my legs, curls tight in my belly. I’m on the edge, so close I can taste it. I’ve brought myself here countless times. I’ve flown off the edge to so many fantasies. I know how it feels, the delicious pressure, the intense waves. But what will it be like when I don’t have to work for every ounce of it solo?
My lashes flutter, but Graham shakes his head, holding my gaze.
“Keep those eyes open, gorgeous. Let me see you get hotter for me.”
With my arms trembling, I press my fingers flat against the glass as he palms a breast, squeezing and kneading as his other hand rocks between my legs. I climb higher, higher, until the air is so thick with desire I can barely breathe.
I’m shaking. I’m shaking everywhere, panting and moaning, and I can barely take all these wild sensations chasing through me.
“I love turning you on,” he says, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re the sweetest, sexiest thing I’ve ever felt, and the smell of you makes me crazy.”