I wrap my legs around him. “Now. I want you inside me. All the way.”
There’s something about saying those words that empowers me. That emboldens my body to accept everything he has to give. This is my choice, my man, my moment. I give myself over to all the possibilities, all the hunger, all the emotion filling my chest to overflowing.
I swallow hard and grab his ass, pulling him deeper.
He slides another inch, and like the soft, final notes of a song, the pain ends.
Another song begins, a primal melody that is beautiful, natural, and oh-so right.
I still feel stretched, full, but I also feel something wholly new. A spark spreads up my chest to my arms, down to my fingers. This sensation is warm, it’s floaty—it’s what I’ve always wanted.
A smile spreads across my face.
Graham laughs lightly. “Looks like everything is okay?”
“So much better than okay,” I say, and I can’t stop smiling. “It's like champagne. You don’t know what to make of it the first time you taste it, and then you just want more.”
“You want more, baby?”
“Oh yes . . .” I start to move with him, my hips rocking up, sensations building and rising inside me.
His hips swivel, and he goes deeper. But never too hard or too rough. Always with just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of him in me.
God, a man is inside me—Graham is inside me—and it is every bit as incredible as I ever imagined.
My body grows hotter, my skin damper. My heart jackhammers as he moves and I move with him, and somehow, we find the most wonderful rhythm.
Together.
Gently but firmly, he guides my leg higher on his hip, opening me more as he thrusts into me. I’m trembling all over as a full, heavy feeling ripples through me. I’m being wickedly, deliciously turned inside out.
And then, he slides his hand down between us, touching me where I want him most, and that sends me soaring. He rubs and strokes, and soon I’m mindless with pleasure. I’m lost in all these new sensations as he fills me and zeroes in on where everything feels like bliss.
Soon, that’s all I feel. I’ve passed the brink. I’m reaching something inevitable. Something that was always meant to happen this way, just exactly this way.
There’s a flash of ecstatic oblivion as desire curls inward, tightens, and then I let go, I fall, and the waves of pleasure overcome me. I reach the edge as he fills me, as he makes love to me, as he takes me over the cliff.
A few seconds later, he’s there with me, too. Saying my name. Saying how good it feels. Telling me he’s coming.
I’m drowning in the sweetest heat as I watch him thrust one last time then come apart, shuddering, his jaw clenched as he moans low in his throat. And this is another wondrous first for me, watching a man climax inside me, and I like this part just as much as I like my own orgasms.
Probably because I’m falling in love with him.
That’s the part that’s truly going to hurt.
Because in a few more nights, this will end.
Chapter Twenty
Graham
All day Friday at the office, all I can think about is CJ. Making love to CJ. How sweet and sexy and incredible she was last night, and how much I need to have her naked in my arms again, calling my name while she comes on my cock, ASA-fucking-P.
We’re more than halfway through our seven days, and there’s still so much ground left to cover, so many lessons left to learn . . .
The afternoon is a full course in patience, as CJ and I exchange mutually frustrated text messages about how intolerable it is to have to remain clothed and in separate offices in different parts of the city all day.
The evening is a master class in anticipation as I treat CJ to happy hour martinis and my fingers skimming up the inside of her thigh beneath the tablecloth at our corner booth.