5. Savannah

5

SAVANNAH

I head into the kitchen to grab us another drink. I pinch myself on the arm and let out a little yelp at the pain. Yep, this is real life. I’m not dreaming that Graham is flirting with me in my home.

“Everything okay in there?” he asks from the living room.

“Yep,” I call out, “just shocked myself.” I let the little white lie slip out. I open the fridge, reach in, and grab two bottles of water. I yelp again when I turn around and find Graham behind me.

He steps toward me, closing the little bit of space that was left between us. He takes the bottles of water from me and sets them on the counter. Once the bottles are out of his hands, he crowds even closer to me, backing me into the fridge. “I can’t get the thought of kissing you out of my mind, so tell me now if you want me to stop,” Graham instructs. The rumble of his voice goes straight to my clit and sends shivers down my spine.

I lick my lips, my brain short-circuiting for a moment as I watch in slow motion as he lowers his head, his lips quickly approaching my own. When I don’t tell him no and don’t pull away, he cups my face and gently presses his lips to mine.

I gasp at the soft, pillowy feel of his lips, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue past my lips. Our tongues duel as he pulls me flush against his hard body. I roam my hands over his sinewy arms. The way his muscles twitch under my touch sends a jolt of awareness through my body.

Graham slides his hands down my back until he’s cupping my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses me against the fridge and grinds against me, his hard cock pressing right up against my clit in a way I didn’t know I needed today.

“Fucking hell, I need to be inside you,” Graham says after breaking our kiss. He trails his lips across my cheek and to my neck.

“Yes,” I quickly agree, and he pulls back, his lusty eyes finding mine.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Never been surer about anything,” I boldly tell him.

“Lead the way to the bedroom, then.” He sets me down on my feet and lets me lead the way.

Once in my room, we both stop with a few feet between us. I’m not sure if he’s changed his mind in the short walk from the kitchen, but I'm worried we’ve made a mistake.

“Savannah.” My name comes out just above a whisper. I notice his eyes drop to my lips as he gathers his thoughts, and I can feel the rejection coming. “I need you to be sure about this. There is no taking this back once we cross the line. If you don’t want this, I’ll turn around and leave this room, no questions asked and no hard feelings.”

The absolute last thing I want him to do is turn around and walk out. I know he’d do just that if I said the words.

“Please don’t go,” I say, my words a little shaky as I find my voice. “I’m one hundred percent sure I want this.” I motion between the two of us.

“No hesitation?”

“No,” I say as clearly as I possibly can, hoping he believes me. I let my eyes drop from his to his lips, for a moment, remembering just how pillowy soft they were.

He must be satisfied with my declaration, as he closes the distance between us and sinks his hands into my hair and angles my head up. “Tell me what you need.”

I can’t stop a sigh from escaping my lips. “Everything, anything. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Graham quirks a brow before he smirks. “We’ll have to work up to everything I can give you, sweetheart. That takes lots of trust and familiarity.”

My mind immediately floods with ideas of what he might be referring to. “Please kiss me now,” I blurt out.

“My pleasure,” he says before claiming my lips with his own. Our kiss is hot and frantic. It doesn’t take long before we tug at one another’s clothes. He quickly has me undressed, all while I’m struggling with the buttons on his dress shirt. “Let me help you with that,” he murmurs against my lips as his hands find the two edges of the shirt, and he gives them a quick tug. The remaining buttons pop and go flying across my floor.

“You didn’t have to ruin your shirt,” I say.

“Worth it.” He smirks. “I have plenty of others to take its place.” He removes his shirt and drops his slacks to the ground next, leaving him with nothing but his tight boxer briefs, which have a hard time concealing his erection. I take a moment to admire his body as he stands before me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so well-defined. The large muscles of his legs give way to a slim waist. I’ve seen pictures of models with the V, mostly on my romance novels, but here I am, staring at a man with that very set of muscles, and I’m about to make a fool of myself by drooling over it.

“So many muscles,” I whisper.

He chuckles, which pulls me out of my stupor. “You can touch them,” he offers, and slides a hand down his abdomen as if he’s giving me a path to follow.

I think about it but hesitate. I look down my own body and frown at the stark differences.

“Whatever thought just went through your mind, forget it.” Graham snakes an arm around my torso and pulls me flush against him. My hands land on his chest, steadying me as I lean into him.

“Just a little self-conscious. I look nothing like you do. I don’t have muscles for days.”

“And thank fuck you don’t. I’m not attracted to myself,” he says with a straight face. “You are gorgeous just the way you are.” Lifting me again, he kisses me tenderly. He moves us to the bed, laying me down gently, all while not breaking our kiss. His hard body molds to my soft one as we explore one another. Eventually, he breaks the kiss and moves down my throat, across my collarbone, and down to the valley of my breasts. He pays close attention to both of my nipples, so much so I almost come just from the pleasure. “Can I taste you here?” he asks as he trails his hand down my stomach and over my center. The only piece of clothing still on my body is my panties.

“Oh yes.” I give him permission. I wasn’t expecting that tonight, but who am I to tell him no?

Graham kisses me on the lips again, letting his tongue dip between my lips as I feel his fingers slip beneath the hem of my panties. As he pulls back, he sits on his haunches and slides my panties down my legs. “Fucking perfect,” he rumbles once my panties are somewhere on the floor behind him.

I squirm slightly under his stare but don’t have much time to let my thoughts get the best of me as he lowers to the bed and mutters, “So wet and ready for me.” He runs his fingers through my wet folds before swirling his tongue around my clit.

My hips instantly rise off the bed as my body seeks more of what he’s giving me. He flicks my clit a few times, working my body up before sucking it hard between his lips. He slips two fingers inside me and instantly curls them to find my G-spot, flicking it as my body edges closer to that edge.

“Let me have it,” he practically growls against my skin before sucking my clit again.

“I’m so close,” I say. My hands move of their own accord to his head, holding him just where I need him. He alternates between flicking my clit and sucking it, all while his fingers work me over from the inside. “I need more,” I cry out.

“Fucking come, Savannah,” he commands. “You can do it. Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

I tune into my body, letting the orgasm build. I can feel the edge getting close, but it also feels so far away at the same time. “I can’t,” I say as I get frustrated with my body.

Graham pulls back slightly as he readjusts. “Eyes on me,” he says, and I lock my eyes with his. “Keep them there,” he instructs.

I watch as he lowers his body back down but doesn’t immediately return to my clit. He runs his fingers through my folds while his other hand slides up and tweaks my nipples. He alternates between breasts, plucking and rolling each nipple. He slips two fingers back inside and slowly starts to build me back up from the inside. “Eyes on me,” he reminds me as my eyes flutter shut. I pop them back open and find his again. This time, a sexy smirk tugs at his lips. “Good girl,” he praises, and I feel myself edge closer at his words. “Hmm, someone likes a little praise during sex.”

“Yes,” I manage to tell him.

“You’re fucking sexy as sin, all flushed like this. Fuck my fingers. Take what you need, pretty girl.” The way he’s positioned causes his breath to hit my clit with each word, and I can feel my body climbing the mountain to my release and just sitting on that edge, ready to crest over. “Good girl,” he croons as I grind my pussy into his hand.

“Need your mouth,” I say, as I can feel my walls flutter with the start of my orgasm. He breaks the eye contact and slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it lightly. The suction sends me flying over the edge, and I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I ride out the ecstasy the orgasm brings me as I go limp on the bed. When I finally start to come to, Graham is roaming his hands over my skin like he’s memorizing my curves.

“Your body is my kryptonite,” Graham mutters as he places kisses along my shoulder. “I could get lost in it for days. So soft in all the right places, warm and inviting,” he adds.

Damn, if his words aren’t doing strange things to my insides.

“Yours isn’t so bad, either,” I say as I roll so we’re facing one another.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything as beautiful as you coming. Think you can do it again, but this time on my cock?”

This man’s dirty mouth has me wet and ready for him, yet again. “I’d like to try,” I say honestly.

He quickly moves from the bed and picks up his slacks. I frown, thinking he’s going to put them back on and run for the door, but I quickly realize he’s just pulling his wallet from his back pocket. He tosses a condom onto the bed next to me before placing the wallet back into his slacks and dropping them back to the floor. “We’ll have to make do with once since I only have one condom with me, but there’s always another time.” He drops the boxer briefs that he still had on, his large cock springing free. My mouth goes dry seeing just how large it is as he gives it a few strokes.

“I-I don’t know if you’ll fit,” I stammer out.

Graham chuckles as he reaches for the condom and tears the packet open. I watch as he rolls the condom down his length, then kneels on the bed and moves himself between my legs. “I’ll fit, don’t worry,” he says before kissing me deeply. He tugs me up the bed slightly, positioning me just how he wants me before he lines his cock up with my entrance and fills me completely.

My back bows off the bed at the fullness of his cock. “Fuck me,” I cry out as he slides out and thrusts right back inside, filling me so full I feel like I might split in two.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock like it was made for you,” Graham praises. He shifts one of my legs higher on his hip, and I swear it allows him to slip deeper inside me. He finds a fast and hard pace, our bodies clapping together as we mutually chase the pleasure he’s sure to bring to both of us at any moment.

I thrash as I feel my orgasm build. “Look at me,” Graham instructs like he did earlier. My eyes land on his, and I find them all hooded and lust-filled. “Keep your eyes on me, Savannah.”

I do as I’m told, watching his every move as he slows his thrusts to a stop. I whimper at that, but quickly realize he’s just repositioning us. Graham moves off the bed and drags me until my ass is on the edge of the bed. He lifts my legs and sets my feet on his shoulders. Once I’m settled just how he wants me, he slides his cock back into me with one thrust, and this new angle immediately feels different. Deeper and more intense. I grip the sheets in my hands as I hold on for the ride he’s about to take us on.

Graham leans forward, my feet sliding off his shoulders as he thrusts inside me and lowers to kiss my lips. “Be a good girl and come on my cock, Savannah,” he whispers against my lips.

His words push me to the edge as he picks up the pace. Before I can find the words to ask for anything, he presses a thumb to my clit, and I explode on his cock.

“Fucking perfect,” he yells as he thrusts through my orgasm and right into his own.

Graham stills, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills the condom with his cum. He falls forward, catching himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me under his weight. Our uneven breaths fill the room as we both suck in as much air as we can pull into our lungs after that workout. He eventually pushes up slightly until he can make eye contact with me. “Are you okay?” he asks, and it’s the most tender question I’ve ever been asked in an intimate moment like this.

“Never been better,” I answer honestly.

“No regrets, right?” he asks.

“No regrets, I promise,” I assure him as I cup his cheek. He nuzzles into my palm for a moment before turning his head and kissing it.

“Good, we’re both consenting adults who made an informed decision. Nothing to regret in the morning.”

“The bigger question is will you call me tomorrow?” I joke.

“Do you want me to?” he asks. I almost detect a shred of insecurity, which can’t be right, can it?

“I’d like that, yes.”

“Good girl,” he growls before kissing me once again.