I exhale through pursed lips.This is Graeme.I’m safe with him, loved by him.If I told him I wanted to stop right now, he’d stop without question.Knowing that eases the anxiety bubbling away inside me.“All good,” I say, offering him a shaky smile.I guide his hand from my waist to my breast, encouraging him to pick up where we left off.He watches my face closely, his eyes darkening, and his mouth curving when I let out a low moan.
His lips meet mine in a too-short kiss before trailing to my jaw and down my neck.His mouth drifts along my collarbone, followed by his tongue.I never knew that particular spot was an erogenous zone, but the pleasure tingling through me says otherwise.He kisses a path across my chest and pauses to look up at me from between my breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, Abby,” he murmurs.“So fucking beautiful.”He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before scraping his teeth along it.
I become aware of the fact my hands have been frozen at my sides since Graeme got into bed with me.They move now, sliding over his shoulders and back.As he nips and sucks at my breasts, I urge him on, digging my fingers into his skin and arching against him.My hands fall away as he inches lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses on my stomach as he goes.
His eyes meet mine once more as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my pants.I nod and lift my hips, and he pulls them down, groaning when he sees I’m bare underneath.
“I didn’t want you stealing any more of my underwear,” I say.
He removes my pants and tosses them on the floor.“Good call.You’re never getting those plaid knickers back.”
I almost make a joke about considering them a parting gift, but stop myself just in time.Neither of us needs a reminder that our time together is temporary.Whatever response I was formulating dies on my lips as Graeme kneels between my legs and rakes his gaze over my body.An involuntary high-pitched sound escapes me as I attempt to clamp my legs shut, partly out of shyness and partly to ease the throbbing ache in my clit.Nobody has ever looked at me so directly before.Graeme’s darkening eyes and the hungry look on his face nearly take my breath away.
With his eyes still on mine, he backs up and lowers himself between my legs.His breath is hot on my skin as he trails kisses across my lower belly, moving to one hip bone and then the other, all while I squirm beneath him.That high-pitched sound leaves my throat again when he pauses with his head between my thighs to look up at me with a question in his eyes.
“No one’s ever...I’ve never...I’ve always been too embarrassed to...”I let out a frustrated groan and cover my face with my hands once more.My thoughts drift back to my foster mother telling me if you couldn’t talk about sex, you shouldn’t be having it.Maybe she was right.
Graeme’s weight shifts.I drop my hands to find him hovering over me.
“Maybe we should just call it a day before my neuroses fully take over,” I say with a weak laugh.
His brow furrows.“Is that what you want?”
“No.Not at all.I’m just sorry I’m so—”
He plants his lips on mine, cutting off my words.“Don’t apologize.We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
My hands move up his back and into the hair at the base of his neck.His eyes slip closed as I thread my fingers through the tresses and give a light tug.“I want to do everything with you, Graeme.”
His eyes pop open.After studying my face for a moment, he must see I’m sincere because he gives a short nod.“You said you wanted me to take charge, right?So unless you have any objections, what I want more than anything is to taste you and see if you’re as sweet as I’ve always imagined.”
At my jerky nod, Graeme kisses me again, this time long and slow.His hand inches down my body, the muscles in my abdomen quivering under his touch the lower he gets.My mouth falls away from his with a gasp as his fingers slide through my wetness and find my clit.I arch against him, desperate for his touch.
After a final lingering kiss, he moves back down my body and settles once more between my legs.His stubble tickles the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he kisses me there, varying the pressure and occasionally nipping at me.My entire body tenses as his strong hands grip my thighs to hold them open.A shiver rolls through me at the sensation of his warm breath on the most sensitive part of me.
My body feels like a live wire, fuelled by anticipation, nerves, and lust.I wrench my head back to stare at the ceiling.When Graeme’s grip tightens, I drop my gaze to find him staring up at me with those stunning blue eyes.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he says.
He hasn’t even put his mouth on me yet, and I think I might come just from his low, rumbling voice and the sight of him between my legs.My breath comes faster and faster as our eyes remain locked.
One side of his mouth curves, and he gives a small nod.“Aye, that’s it, just like that.”He lowers his head and gives me one long, slow lick.His gaze falls away as his lips and teeth and tongue go to work.I melt under him, all the tension leaving my body as pleasure takes over.
I’m so lost in the sensations, Graeme’s voice startles me when he says, “I want to hear you, Abby.Don’t hold back.”
I hadn’t realized I was.Once I discovered the sounds I made were a turn-on for him, I stopped restraining myself, but I guess the old habit returned in this new situation.A breathy moan falls from my lips, followed by a whimper as Graeme’s mouth goes back to work.
Pressure builds in my core, finally reaching a breaking point and sending waves of bliss radiating throughout my body.Graeme replaces his mouth with his fingers so he can watch my face as I unravel.The orgasm seems to last forever, and I find myself letting out a giddy laugh as the aftershocks wrack my body.
My fingers scrabble over Graeme’s shoulders, pulling him up, needing him closer.I shy away from him when he goes to kiss me, but I can’t resist the sight of his slick, swollen lips for long.Tasting myself on him unlocks something nearly feral within me.Even though I just came, my clit starts to pulse again.
He intercepts my hand when it snakes between us to grip him.“I need a minute,” he says breathlessly.He positions himself on one elbow and reaches to open the bedside table drawer, producing a box of condoms.“I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I bought these after you agreed to stay.”
“See, this is where that competence kink of mine kicks in,” I say, laughing when he chuckles.“I love the way you take charge and get things done.”
“What else do you love?”he asks.
