“It’s okay. I know,” he says, slowly but surely spreading my legs wide. “And I need to make you come on my mouth, Butterfly. I need it like I need air.”
Far be it from me to deny him breathing.
He lowers his face, kissing me there with such reverence my heart breaks a little. I never imagined it could be like this, that kinky things could be so unbearably sweet or filled with so much affection. That they could make me feel not just turned on, but cracked open, like a flower widening to the sun with no choice but to reach out and soak in the light it needs to stay alive.
But this might kill you. To have this and then lose it so fast . . .
For a moment, the thought is enough to scare away the rush of pleasure, but then Graham moans and tilts his face, beginning to devour me with a single-minded intensity that leaves no doubt he loves everything he’s doing to me, and I let go. I let go of worry and fear, and I give in to this, to this man who is everything I hoped he would be and so much more.
I fantasized about him when I was younger. But I never expected true pleasure could be this good, this transporting. I never knew he’d enjoy it so much, either, but judging from the sounds he’s making as he devours me, we’re both sliding into a new plane of bliss.
I relax into sensation, letting my knees fall wide open, threading my fingers through his hair. Pure pleasure radiates through me as his tongue laps me up. It’s such an intoxicating mix of soft and filthy at the same damn time.
He slips his hands under my ass, pulling me to the edge of the bed and spreading me as his tongue glides across my wetness, up and down, then centering on my clit, where I ache for him. I ache
exquisitely, and he knows just how to satisfy the need howling inside of me. He flicks his tongue, slow and deliberate, making my hips shoot up. Oh God, but I need more. More of him there, oh there, yes, there . . .
I rock into him, and he strokes faster, lavishing attention where I want him most, driving me into a fevered frenzy.
“Right there, oh yes, please, yes,” I beg, gripping his hair more roughly, bringing him even closer as he sucks hard on my clit and the storm inside me intensifies.
My head thrashes from side to side, my hair flying into my face. “Oh, God, Graham. Oh, God,” I gasp, and then I’m hurtling over the edge, coming with such force that it feels as if I’m tearing apart at the seams, shattering as my insides clench and release with a ferocity that is almost frightening.
I’ve always loved being scared. Only this isn’t terrifying in the same way. This is wonderful and wicked, and it makes me feel so much more alive, like my entire body is plugged in, lit up and flickering with a million lights.
I run my hands through his hair, expecting him to slow his pace and stop, but he doesn’t. He continues to consume me, his tongue pulsing deep inside, drawing out the exquisite release until I feel as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. Or perhaps another orgasm.
An unexpected second wave crashes over me, and I cry out. My vision blurs.
He slows his pace, pressing a final tender kiss to my center before he moves up.
“Oh . . . my . . . God,” I pant, words becoming a hum of happiness as Graham rises over me and finds my lips with his, kissing me hard and deep. I taste myself on his tongue, but unexpectedly, I don’t mind it. In fact, I almost like it. He tastes like he belongs to me, like mine.
Mine. Damn, but I like the sound of that way more than I should.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, my voice dreamy. “Both.”
“You’re amazing. Multiplied,” he says with a wink, then rolls onto his back in one swift motion. He pulls me on top of him, his hands cupping my ass as my thighs part and the thick ridge of his cock presses between my legs. Even through his pants, the sensation is enough to make me moan, low and hungry, in my throat.
I want that. I want him. I’m ready for every inch, no matter how much it might hurt, because being without him inside me hurts so much more.
“I’m ready,” I say, as his hands travel over my ribcage and mold to my breasts. He guides one to his mouth, circling his tongue on my nipple until it draws even tighter, harder.
“Butterfly,” he says, full of concern, “it’s too soon. I don’t want to rush you.”
I shake my head hard, nearly coming out of my skin as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. “But that makes me want it even more.”
He chuckles against my skin. “I love that you want it. And you have to know how badly I do, too. But I’d be a terrible teacher if I let the second lesson get too far out of control.”
He lets go of my breasts and shoots me a sexy smile. This man. He knows how to make a woman want him, crave him, need him.
But it’s more than all that. After only two lessons, I’m dying for him.
“I can’t believe you have me this worked up already,” I say softly.
“You worked up is my favorite dirty dream.”
I nibble on the corner of my lips, thinking of my dirty dreams, and how he’s starred in so many of them. How he’s guiding me through the reality of them now. And once more I step into the sensuality that he’s helping me see I possess.