“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, and it sends me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me harder than any that’s ever come before it. I think I scream. I’m not really sure. All I know is that by the time I can see clearly again, Graham is gently stroking my cheek with one hand and still pumping a finger in and out of me with the other.
No, not one finger—two. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate it, but instead of a pinch, it’s pleasurable.
“You doing okay, Trouble?” Graham asks me, slowing the thrusts of his fingers.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I want … I wantyou.”
Arousal darkens the blue of Graham’s eyes, and he takes in a steady breath. “Yeah?” he clarifies.
“Yeah,” I say.
He sits up, his fingers leaving me, and I immediately miss their presence. Graham stands from the bed, grabbing his jeans and fishing a condom out of one of the pockets. I lie there on the bed, simply watching him. Watching the deep v of his abdomen that disappears under his boxers. Watching as he tears the condom wrapper with his teeth. Watching as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pulls them down, his cock springing free.
And while I’ve obviously seen his cock before—had it deep down my throat, for God’s sake—it’s still a bit jarring knowing … where it’s headed.
I watch as he rolls the condom down the length of him, and suddenly the nerves set in. Because here in my bedroom stands a hot-as-fuck naked man with huge cock who’s about to fuck me.
And I’m both turned on beyond belief and terrified.
Graham’s eyes meet mine, and in them he must read every emotion going through me, because he calmly climbs back onto the bed, takes my face in his hands, and says, “Hey. Tell me what’s going on.”
Shame flares—that hauntingly familiar enemy of mine. “I’m kind of scared,” I admit, and even though I hate to say it, I don’t see a way around it.
“We can stop at any time,” he reminds me, and, as if he knows I’m about to protest that, his hand slides along my bare body, over my breasts, down my stomach, to the bundle of nerves between my legs, rubbing softly. “But I think I can scare your fears away,” he promises.
The pleasure immediately soothes the fear, and I feel myself melting back into the mattress. His fingers enter me again, his thumb still rubbing circles on my clit, and I moan softly.
“That’s it, relax for me,” Graham praises. He halts only for a moment to gently pull my panties down my legs and toss them aside before positioning himself between my legs, hovering over me.
His body presses against mine, and his fingers return to my pussy, pumping long, slow strokes. His mouth captures mine, and I kiss him back in a way that I’m worried might be desperate, but I’m too amped up to care.
Graham inserts a third finger, and my breath hitches softly. “Good girl,” Graham praises, leaning down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
And just like that, that third finger doesn’t feel so tight anymore.
Graham kisses his way up my body, his lips finally hovering above my earlobe. “Are you ready for me, Dee?” he asks softly, leaning back enough to look me in the eye.
And while the nerves are still there—fighting in my lower belly like they’ll never leave—I nod. Because yes, I am ready. And beneath the nerves, there’s a calm, because … I trust him, I realize. I trust Graham. Really trust him. To take care of me. Keep me safe.
And I’m so glad I chosehim.
Graham removes his fingers, but I only have a second to miss them before I feel the blunt head of his cock at my opening. Fear tightens every muscle in my body, and I take in a shaky breath, but Graham runs his hand up my belly, cupping my breast and caressing my nipple softly as he readies himself.
“Breathe, Trouble,” he tells me. “Let me in.”
I nod, doing as he says and taking a deep breath.
Graham sinks slowly into me, only a few inches at first. I whimper at the initial stretch, the burn. But I wrap my legs around his waist and pray for relief.
“That’s it,” Graham murmurs, still caressing my breasts, his lips kissing up my neck.
He sinks in farther, and I cry out—from the stretch, the pleasure, the shock. I feel so full I could burst. As if Graham could split me open from the inside out with one wrong move.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” Graham praises, and all of a sudden, he’s seated within me, and the initial pain is gone.
We both gasp in tandem, and Graham’s gaze finds mine again. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe, the enormity of what we’ve just done settling in. “Yes,” I repeat, a smile spreading across my face.
