“If you don’t like what I’m doing then stop me. Tell me to stop, and you have my promise that I will.”
I urge my mouth to listen to my brain. I should tell him to stop. I need to tell him to stop. Nothing good can come out of blurring the lines.
“Yes, baby, moan for me,” he whispers. “Give in to me.”
My eyes flash open at his words. Certainly I’m not moaning?
When his hand reaches the material of my satin panties, I fall forward at the sensations. Then I recognize my own wanton sounds of deprivation.
“Easy, baby.” I can feel his smile penetrate the darkness of my thoughts. “Oh, you are very wet for me. So responsive. Tell me you like my touch. Tell me.”
I hesitate for several seconds, feeling Graham’s determination evident with every stroke over the fabric. He is chipping away at my reluctance to admit what he already knows; the proof of my arousal is all over his fingers.
“Tell me,” he coaxes. “Angela?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m waiting.”
“I like it. A lot, dammit.”
“Such a good girl.”
The simple words send a rocket of pleasure down to my core.
“I can’t wait to see your pretty little pussy, sweetheart. Will you show it to me?”
I open my eyes and stare down into Graham’s hooded gaze. We are both sexually charged and panting in breathless gasps. I feel intoxicated. Drunk off the energy he exudes. Over the frill of my skirt, I can see his erection, straining against the confines of his pants. To an outsider it would appear that I’m in a position of control. But I know better. Graham is calling all of the shots, and I’m too weak to resist.
I hike one heeled foot up onto the bench. Graham’s groan spurs me on, my rational ability to make good decisions decreasing at epic speed. I flip my skirt over my elevated thigh, using my elbow to keep the fabric back.
“Such pretty panties too.”
My lips curve up. “Thank you.”
The pink satin panels tie into bows at my hips like a string bikini. Thin lace trims the border, creating a very modern look. They were a splurge purchase, so it feels good that he approves.
I look down at the crotch, seeing the darkened spot from my wetness. Graham does that to me—like no other man has done before. I am wanton and haunted by his commands. Graham’s fingers pull at the ties on the side of my hips, undoing the panties. The fabric falls onto his lap, exposing my core.
Graham grasps the material in his hands, pulling the inner liner up to his nose and inhaling, never taking his eyes off my center. He gives them a lick of his tongue and it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
“Hmm.” He lets out a deep growl. “Delicious. Just like I knew you would be.”
His approval makes me melt even more.
“You are glowing, sweetheart. So beautiful. A feast for my eyes. And my hands and tongue are violently jealous over which gets to explore you first.”
Graham’s words make my legs weak, and I stumble forward, using my hand against the wall above his head as support. He takes that hand and moves it to his shoulder, caressing my fingers before departing. My heart rate increases at the anticipation of what he is going to do next. With infinitesimal speed, he takes his right hand and uses two fingers to spread my folds, staring right into the source of my moisture. My head falls to the side at the simple feel of his touch on my most vulnerable parts. He is calculating and deliberate in his movements.
I am thankful that I thought ahead enough to trim and groom my nether region. It isn’t like I ever expected to be in this position. I have never been in this position. Or this turned on before now.
Keeping my lips open, Graham uses his other hand to drag a finger up and down my slit, gathering my juices in its wake. The slow torment nearly drives me over the edge. I want to scream and push his hand on me harder. He is being too gentle, too respectful. I want pressure and—
More.
“Shhhh. I want to take my time. I want this memory burned into your mind forever.”
I push my body into his hand, making him pull back.