Emery
To sayI’m nervous is the understatement of a century. It might actually take a miracle to pull this off.
“Ready?” Graham asks, poking his head through the doorway of my room and tapping his watch where I’m in front of my vanity, finishing my makeup. I run my fingers through my curls to loosen them. Doing so causes the rock on my finger to catch the light, and it shines brightly.
Lately, there have been so many changes happening, my head is beginning to spin. Graham, finding out I’m pregnant, this… gigantic diamond on my finger. Pretend or not, it’s a lot.
So much so that my head has been second-guessing and doubting myself with every corner I turn.
My eyes drift down to the black-fitted dress I have on for tonight. My very first maternity dress.
Truthfully, I thought all maternity clothes would be hideous and do horrible things to my figure, but turns out… I was wrong.
For the first time in months, I feel sexy in my own skin.
I’m growing babies, and I’m badass, at least I feel like it wearing this dress. Especially seeing Graham’s eyes fill with desire as they drag down my body causing a shiver to travel down my spine.
“Can you zip my dress, please? I can’t reach it.”
He nods, closing the distance between us. I can feel him along my back, sending a flurry of goosebumps along the bare skin of my arms when his breath hits the back of my neck. Hot and teasing, I feel it all the way to my toes.
Our eyes lock in the mirror while he fingers the zipper at the base of my spine. The second his fingers connect with my skin; I almost moan out loud. The doctor was right; my body is a mess of hormones, and one touch from Graham and I’m a puddle at his feet. I haven’t been touched by him in months, and I’m tired of fighting my body’s attraction to him.
Simply put, I’m horny as hell, and I’m losing my mind.
BOB is no longer doing the job; well, in comparison to my baby daddy, it never really did.
The nervousness I was feeling for tonight’s dinner evaporates, replaced by want.
I feel his fingers trail down my back, featherlight and teasing, dancing along my skin. A beat passes, and then it’s as if the string of tension holding us together snaps, and with it goes our resolve.
I’m sick of going out of my mind when he walks in the room and seeing his eyes flare as they took my body in, did nothing but make my body hotter.
Practically crawling out of the dress I so carefully picked out, all because Graham Adams is the hottest man on the face of the planet, and honestly, it’s not fair.
At. All.
Whipping around, I turn to face him, and he brings his hands to my jaw, cradling it as he takes my mouth fiercely. It’s like water in a drought; I craved this. His touch. The intimacy that I only feel when we’re together, like this.
He kisses me until I’m a breathless-panting mess. Reaching down, he lifts me off my feet and places me on the vanity behind me, surging forward, parting my thighs as he nestles between them.
I didn't realize how badly I was aching for him until his hands tangled in my hair, angling my mouth to kiss me deeper. His cock pressed against my already soaked pussy. The thin layer of lace separating us is all that remains.
“Fuck, Davidson.” He yanks his mouth from mine, his golden-honey eyes searching me.
“Please fuck me,” I all but beg.
At this point, I’m not above it. Anything for him to relieve the ache between my thighs.
He drags his thick thumb along my bottom lip, while staring at me so intently, it feels like his eyes might burn right through me.
“Baby, you don’t have to beg. Anything you ever want; I’ll hand it to you.”
I don’t think about the weight of his words; instead, I push it down and pull his mouth back to me, while my shaky hands fumble with the button of his slacks, desperate to have him inside me.
Sensing my struggle, he pulls his lips free and quickly pops the button while my feet push at the slacks on his hips. Finally, I drag his zipper downward, and his black briefs, tight and straining with his cock behind them, come into view. My hand closes around his hardness, earning a sharp hiss from his lips as I squeeze him through the cotton.
God, he’s so big, and hard, and I want him more than ever.