Chapter Eleven
Faith clutched his hand as they walked up to another set of steps. Her steps got slower and slower.
Halfway up, he stopped and turned to her. “Come on. I’m not going to hurt you. You know that, right?”
She nodded.
“Good.” Graham locked the bedroom door behind them and pulled her into the bathroom.
Her eyes widened when he started to unzip her dress. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to shower with you before we go to bed.”
Her stomach dropped, and her breath snagged in her lungs. “Do we have to do it together?”
“Yes, we do. You have to get used to being naked in front of me and seeing me like that. I know I’m pushing you, but I need you to trust that I’ll take care of you. Being naked and having sex will bond us together quicker.”
“And if I don’t get used to it?”
He sighed. “You will. Now, step out of the dress.”
She slipped her shoes off and then did what he asked.
“Holy fuck,” he spat out. “Where did you get that?”
She looked down at the white lacey panties and camisole. “From Beth.”
“As much as I’d like to just look at you in that, I want to be able to touch and look at you naked. I’m going to start the shower. Why don’t you brush your teeth while I get undressed?”
She nodded and turned to the sink. As Graham pulled off his suit, she tried to keep her eyes off him. He looked incredibly handsome in the handmade attire, but every piece of fabric that came off to show her his body made her heart race.
Her breath caught in her throat when he stood there naked. His cock looked like it was stiff the way it stood up against his stomach. The way its head was darker with drops of liquid seeping out of the top made his cock look scarier.
“Babe, as much as I like you looking at me, I need you to finish up.”
Her gaze went to his face to see him gently smile. She finished her teeth and put her hair up.
“Let me help you, baby.”
Her arms went to cross over her chest when he pulled the camisole over her head.
“Hands down at your side. Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me again.”
She reluctantly held her arms at her side as he stripped the panties off her.
“You have no reason to hide, baby. You are incredibly beautiful.” He helped her into the shower. “Stand here while I wash you.”
She tried to stand still as his soapy hands ran over her body from her neck to her toes, and he didn’t miss anything. When his hand went between her legs, she tried to press them together.
“Open your legs,” he said.
She did and then tensed when he crouched in front of her. His fingers explored between her pussy lips, pressing on her clit until she cried out. Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself, and her nails dug into his skin.
His fingers even washed the skin between her ass cheeks, and it felt weird when he put pressure on her asshole.
“Easy,” he said when she tensed. “I’m not going to penetrate you here tonight, but very soon, I’ll take this ass and make it mine.”
She gasped. No way.
He held on to her when she tried to pull away. “I can promise you that you’ll enjoy everything I do to you.” Then he had her step back to rinse. “Now, you wash me.”
She swallowed as she reached for the soap. After she got it foamy, she started going over his body. His skin was rougher than hers, and she could feel every muscle when he moved. He seemed bigger naked, and it scared her.
“How did you get so muscular?”
“My brothers and I have a gym in the basement that we use several times a week. Don’t forget my cock,” he said when she tried to bypass it.
She nodded, wrapped her hand around it to hold it, and used the other to wash.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
She looked up to see his head back and his eyes closed, and it made her feel good that she was giving him pleasure.
“Wash my balls, baby.”
She inhaled and tried to calm her nerves as she reached between his legs and cupped him. His testicles were as large as chicken eggs and very hard.
“Good girl. Now between my ass cheeks. I don’t want you to miss anything.”
She could feel her blush deepen when she reached around him to wash his ass.
“Good. Let me rinse, and then we’ll get out.”
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips before reaching for another. Then he steadied her as she stepped onto the bathmat. His hands went over her whole body, patting it dry. “Which lotion do you use?”
She pointed. “The blue bottle.” She stood still as he rubbed lotion on her.
She took down her hair and finger-combed it.
“Go get in bed. I’ll brush my teeth and be in shortly.”