“You make me feel that way too,” I whisper. My voice betrays the semblance of control I’m clinging tightly to.
“Lie back and let me worship you with my tongue, baby, let me show you how fucking beautiful I think you are, and how goddamn out of my mind you make me.”
If it was possible to come from words alone, I would. That’s the power that Graham has over my body and my mind.
I do as I’m told and lie back flat against the bed.
“Close your eyes.”
I can feel Graham’s absence for a moment, and then I hear him walk back into the room. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut; my senses heightened.
Suddenly, I feel something cold touching the sensitive tip of my nipple, Graham circling gently.
“Is that… ice?” I pant, well aware how much my body is already responding to it.
“Yes. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had you, I’m taking my time reacquainting myself with every inch of you. Savoring you.”
He drags the ice over my nipple, until I shiver, then soothes it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth until my fingers are in his hair, tugging him closer.
“Fuck, it tastes so good, Em.”
My cheeks heat, a full body flush spreading down to all my limbs, warming me from the inside out.
It’s so… dirty, Graham trying my breastmilk, erotic in a way I’ve never known, and I want more.
He takes his time kissing my areola, then around it, dragging his teeth along the tender peak. I can feel myself leaking with each pass and scrape of his teeth and tongue. I’m a wet, panting mess by the time he’s done.
Another piece of ice replaces the one that has long since melted, and he drags it down my stomach between his teeth, until it begins to melt and pool in my belly button. Every inch that he touches feels on fire, a blaze burning so brightly Iache.
Physically.
His nose nuzzles at my pussy as he drags his nose along the seam, a groan vibrating from his lips that only makes me clench tighter, my clit throbbing in anticipation.
“Please Graham,” I plead, tugging at his hair, pulling him to my pussy.
“Greedy, dirty girl.”
His words are deep and husky, and I know he’s barely hanging on, just the same as I am. We haven’t been together since before I gave birth, and right now, this foreplay feels like torture.
I plead with him to stop. “I can’t wait any longer, Graham, please. I need you to fuck me.”
“I want to take my time with you, baby.”
I shake my head, thrashing back and forth on the bed, when he sucks my clit into his mouth, my back bowing off the bed. “No, later. I want you inside me.”
How I’m able to form words right now is a true miracle, but I, somehow, get them out, because my need for Graham to be inside me surpasses everything else.
I tug at his hair again, bringing him back up my body. His lips touch mine, and I can taste myself on them.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He smirks, “Next time, I’m taking extra-long and making you squirm.”
“Or…” I say, rolling us until he’s on his back.. A look of surprise ghosts across his face, and his eyes seem to dance with flames of desire. “I could make you squirm.”
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I suddenly feel brazen. Like the old me would have done. I settle myself over him, wrapping my hand around his cock. He’s so hard in my hand, I moan, desperate to have him inside me. He reaches between us, taking his cock from me, and drags it through my folds, circling my clit once, twice, three times.
I suck in a hiss, my hips bucking against the blunt head of him.
“Put me inside you, Emery.”