Graham pulls back just enough to reach my clit with his thumb. His other thumb joins and both work at getting me to relax. When he thinks I am ready, both his fingers probe me deeper, curling up toward the anterior wall of my pussy. He uses a slow rhythmic pattern of thumbing my clit with one hand, while pulsing his fingers in a “come here” motion.
I grip the quilt between my fingers to keep from coming undone. I am on the verge of exploding, and my breathing is frantic and irregular.
“When you are ready, let go, baby. Give me all you have.”
“I don’t think I can,” I say.
“Yes, you can. You just need to stop thinking about it. Just feel.”
I shake my head “no.” I am close. But I always get close. It’s as if I am stuck. Stuck in this never-ending loop.
Graham growls and leans his head down to rest on my left inner thigh. I scream out in pain and arch my back off the bed as his teeth sink into my flesh. And then I let it happen. I let my body take over. I forget about everything but the pain and pleasure. I give in to the waves and waves of the orgasm.
Unintelligible sounds spew from my mouth. My hips lift off the bed until Graham has to use his elbow to hold me in place. I want to move away from the pleasure. I want to get away from his fingers. It feels too good. The rush of sensations infiltrates every area of my body. It is like I am charged.
When I come down from my high, I sink back into my pillow and close my eyes. I tug at the quilt, trying to get it around me.
“Do not hide from me, Angie,” Graham warns.
He gathers me into his arms and leans back against the headboard, keeping me in between his outstretched legs. We stay just like we are for a while. I don’t have any sense of time. Graham whispers in my ears how much he wants to explore with me and how he has never felt this way before now. I melt into his arms and drift off into a mild sleep, still able to hear his murmurs but too weak to answer in any coherent way.
The nuzzling of my ear makes me fidget under the blanket. I blink and focus my eyes on Graham’s piercing blues.
“Would love to know what you were just dreaming about,” he says softly.
“It was just a continuation of what happened earlier. Except you go further.”
“And we will…but I want to take things slow with you. For the first time in my life, I want to savor this.”
For the next twenty minutes, my shoulders, back, and neck are massaged into a puddle of goo with expert fingers. I feel boneless and pliable. Graham knows the perfect amount of pressure to apply to be effective, but yet never hurting me.
“You know I’m not thrilled about this whole waiting thing.”
“In due time, sweetheart. Patience.”
“Overrated,” I groan.
He rests his palms on my belly and rubs along my waist, making me squirm with anticipation. It’s like he is touching me for the first time all over again.
“Shifting your hips up into my hands is not going to change my mind, sweetheart.”
Oh. I slump my body back down, not even aware that I moved in the first place.
“When I take you, you will be capable of giving me every part of you.”
Not if, when.
“I’m still mad at you, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” he responds with a smile. “But your job and my job have nothing to do with the chemistry we have for each other. I refuse to stay away from you, Angie.”
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he shifts to check the source. I give him a puzzled look as he rejects the call, allowing voicemail to pick up the message.
“What about you?” I ask.
“What about me?”
“Don’t you”—I gesture toward his cock—“need to…release?”