His unfiltered words cause my skin to heat. I don’t think I will ever get used to this level of comfort with someone.
My eyes close as he continues to trail his all over my body. My knees are about to buckle.
“Eyes on me,” Graham demands.
I open them and see the smoldering passion in his.
“I fucking love seeing you wear what I have picked out for you.” He moves his mouth to hover right at my apex, continuing to push my jeans farther down my legs. His warm breath makes my skin tingle. I want him so badly to stop teasing me and to just take me. He needs to just end this dance that we keep finding ourselves in. His full mouth connects with my lace-covered pussy, and I arch my back at the sensations.
“Ohhh,” I moan, as his arms snake around me to keep me from falling on my ass. He continues to feast on me, his saliva adding to my already-leaking juices. His tongue licks long paths from the bottom to the top, deliberately missing my most sensitive area. I am so close to losing control just from his simple tongue motions. “Please,” I beg. I grind my hips forward, trying to get more pressure from Graham’s nose on my clit. I need more.
Just when I think he is going to rip the fabric from me and give in to what we both appear to want, he stops suddenly. His body pulls back enough to break the contact. My eyes glare down at him in anger.
“What the hell, Graham?” I snarl, throwing my hands up in the air. “Is this some sort of sick and twisted game of shits and giggles for you?”
“Watch your tone with me,” he warns.
I yank up my jeans and zip them up. Next, my button. I square my shoulders and bare my teeth. “Or what?”
“Or I will tan your ass so red that wearing clothes will seem like a job you hate.”
My mouth gapes open like a fish. I don’t even need to ask if he is serious, because I can already tell he most certainly is.
“And, Angie? I would love nothing more than to buy you clothes just so I can tear them off you or make them uncomfortable to wear.”
I close my eyes at the image. Instantly I get wetter between my thighs. I can feel the moisture leaking out of me. It is these moments of bantering and his dirty words that send electricity straight to my pussy. My biggest fear during this whole tirade is coming true.
I am starting to like it.
Graham’s eyes narrow with understanding. “You love that idea too. You want to be my bad girl. Tease me. Make me want to go utterly insane for you.”
I gulp. I can feel the heat hit my cheeks and then run south to the juncture of my thighs. Everything about Graham screams sex. His ability to talk about it so confidently and without any embarrassment is attractive, as much as it is alarming. My body is drawn to his, and I don’t know how much longer I can go resisting something that I so desperately want. I can’t fall for it though. I can’t get emotionally involved with a man who will be nothing more than a fun fling. My heart will not be able to survive it.
I walk over to the row of windows, leaving Graham on the sofa to simmer. I need some distance between us.
I have a bad history of picking the wrong men. It is a curse. I pick men to date who are emotionally immature or unavailable or tell lies. I pick those who can never put me first. Those who have ulterior motives.
Plus, I have an internship to focus on. Graham is a distraction. One I cannot afford.
I turn back and stare into his eyes. “What do you want from me?”
He lifts himself from the cushions and makes his way over to me. “Angela, it is plain and simple. I want to make you mine. To provide you the balance, and framework, and discipline that your body craves. I want to make you beg for release.”
“That’s why you stopped? You want me to beg?”
“Right now, I simply want you to do as you are told. But you have this inability to follow directions.”
I scrunch my nose at his comment.
“But at least you are freaking cute about it.”
I scoff.
“Angie, sometimes a little kink or edge play helps add life to something that seems routine. Trust me, we would not get bored. Ever. I was just giving you a preview of what we could be like. But before I give in fully, I need you to know my expectations.”
“So, you want a BDSM thing?”
“No. I am not into labels or conforming to a certain lifestyle. I just want to be in control.”