“Lie still,” he warns, his tone serious and concentrated.
I keep my twisting body steady, trying to breathe through the pleasure of his touch. If my feet could do this to me, what am I going to do when he is in me fully?
“Please,” I moan.
“Please, what? Tell me.”
“I want—”
The pausing of his caressing makes me moan in wantonness. I am charged and ready to go, and he is teasing me now. “Tell me or I’ll stop.”
Is he for real? I glare at him, knowing by the tension in his jaw that he definitely is serious. “I want you to touch me,” I implore.
“Where?”
“You know where,” I seethe, not wanting to say the words. He damn well knows where. Need a freaking road map?
“Show me, baby. Show me where you want it.”
My hesitation meets his stern gaze. He shifts himself in his pants, stifling a moan at his obvious need. His self-control is frightening and admirable. I can tell that he is struggling with his restraint. However, I know that he will rein it in.
I huff and move my eyes away from his, sliding my fingers down past my navel.
“No.”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
I blink hard and move my head back to look at him. I trail my hand over the front of my panties, closing my eyes only briefly as I savor the feel.
“Rub yourself for me, baby. Show me. Let me see what you want.”
I shake my head in refusal, not wanting to embarrass myself anymore. I watch as he leans down, using his nose to clear hair away from my ear.
“Angie, be a good girl and listen to me.”
Did he just bite me? Shit. He just nipped my ear, making me feel even more pleasure under my resting palm. I can feel the blood pulse through my sensitive bud, jumping with the slightest stimulation.
“Show me, my dirty girl,” he growls, moving back up to get a better look. “Use your fingers. Touch yourself. And keep your eyes open!”
I pry them open again, meeting the sapphire ones that glaze over with need. His eyes divert their attention down to my apex, as I rub over the fabric, soaking up the leaking moisture with each press of my fingers. I move my hand back up to my belly and then slip it under the lace trim, finding my scorching sex in its puffy, desperate form. My moans mix with Graham’s, as he switches between watching what I am doing to looking into my eyes. He closes his lids and when he opens them, I see another level of intensity present. His determination to seduce me and make me succumb to his will is evident in his dominating position and his words.
“You look so fucking hot right now. Do you know that?”
I groan and continue to spread my moisture over my lips underneath the thin confining layer of satin. I straighten my legs, while my bottom perches comfortably on his thighs, elevating my hips off the mattress. I use my free hand to squeeze and pull at my breasts, sharing the attention between the twin globes. After hearing the primal sound escape his lips, I snap out of my fantasy world and find Graham penetrating my crotch with a gaze that could burn my panties right off the bone. In a swift move, he reaches down, gripping fabric in each hand. With little effort, he pulls in opposite directions, shredding the material from my flesh. A complete waste of money. But the satisfaction expressed in his features is priceless. He slides his warm hands up my smooth thighs and peels off the remaining scraps of satin and lace.
“I liked those ones,” he responds with a smirk.
“You didn’t act like you did,” I counter with a roll of my eyes.
The scent of my sex fills the air, and I tense with embarrassment at the uncontrollable moisture seeping from my thighs. I give Graham a shy one-sided grin as his eyes widen and then narrow with emotion.
“I can’t wait to make a meal out of you. You look and smell divine.” He moves my legs back into position, surrounding his hips. “Good girl, keep touching yourself for me. I want to see you get yourself nice and ready. Although, your dampness indicates that you are already there. You getting ready, kitten?”
I purr my response, unable to form words. He’s teasing me, and I’m loving it.
He tugs my legs firmly, lifting my bottom even more onto his thighs. I can feel and smell the liquid heat melting from my folds, most likely leaving a nice damp spot on his designer pants.