Stuck-Up Suit(33)
I got into his massive bed, my body immediately sinking into the plush, memory foam mattress. This bed was fit for a king—or a Morgan.
He got behind me and enveloped my body in his arms. His breathing slowed, and I realized he was falling asleep, calm as a baby. I soon followed suit.
***
IT WAS 4AM WHEN SOMETHING woke me up. Graham was turned to me with his eyes open.
“I love watching you sleep.”
My voice was groggy. “If I knew you were watching me, I wouldn’t have been able to.”
He chuckled. “What woke you up?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was just my intuition.”
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you wanted to peek under the blanket.”
“And here I thought the dirty bastard in you had taken the night off.”
“Never. He’s always here, even when he’s quiet.” He laughed, and his smile nearly melted me. He locked his fingers with mine. “Seriously, though, I think something’s weighing on you.”
“How do you know?”
“Your eyes.”
“Your grandmother told me I shouldn’t be afraid of getting hurt.”
“She’s a wise woman. You should listen to her. But can I tell you a secret?”
“Yes.”
“You terrify me, Soraya.”
“Likewise.”
“But that’s the very reason that I just know.”
“Know what?”
“That this could be the real thing.”
The real thing.
“I need to learn to stop worrying about tomorrow, just enjoy today,” I whispered.
Graham brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “No one knows what’s going to happen from one day to the next, but if the world were to end tomorrow, there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you. That tells me everything I need to know.”
When he pressed his lips into mine, it felt different from any of the other times he’d kissed me, more passionate, almost desperate. It felt like he was releasing all of the pent up tension in his body into me. What started off slow and sensual soon turned wild and frenzied. No longer able to control the need for him, I made a conscious decision to let go of all of my insecurities, even if just for this moment in time. Here in this bed, I felt safe. That was all that mattered.
As if he could read my mind, Graham climbed over me, pinning me down with his arms on each side of me. He hovered over me for the longest time, just staring into my eyes. He seemed to be holding back, seeking permission. So, I silently nodded, letting him know that I was game for whatever he had in store. He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again.
He never took his eyes off me as his large hand worked to slowly slide my underwear off. He cupped me right between the legs as I throbbed, so wet and ready for him.
He clenched his jaw. “Fuck, Soraya. I need to be inside. Now.” With his boxer briefs still on, he ground his cock against me. I squeezed his ass, pushing him against my clit, so incredibly aroused.
He pulled off his underwear, and now his bare cock felt hot against my stomach. Spreading my legs as wide as they could go, I couldn’t wait a second longer. Gripping his shaft, I led him into my opening. Unprepared for his girth, I gasped before slowly easing him in.
“Oh…f*ck…you feel…f*ck…” he muttered against my mouth as he moved slowly in and out of me. He pulled his face back to look at me. His pupils were dilated as he continued to stare into my eyes almost hypnotically with every thrust. No man had ever looked at me like that during sex. He was f*cking me, body and soul, and I just knew that this was going to ruin me forever.
The room was completely still. I could hear nothing but the sound of our wet slapping arousal as he f*cked me as deeply as he could. His hands were pulling at my hair harder, and when his breathing became uneven, I knew he was losing control.
“I’m gonna come so hard, Soraya.” He gritted his teeth. “So…f*cking…hard.”
Those words were all it took as I felt my muscles pulsating around his cock. He could feel my orgasm and finally let himself go. His hips bucked as he f*cked me harder, letting out a loud groan before coming inside of me.
Collapsing, he gently kissed my neck over and over, staying inside of me for the longest time. When he eventually pulled out, I could feel his hot cum streaming slowly down my inner thighs. I’d never known what that felt like because I’d never let a man come inside of me before. I was no virgin, but somehow it felt like my first real time, far more intimate and intense than anything I had ever done with anyone. It felt like I should have wanted to run to the shower, but it was just the opposite. I wanted the remnants of him to stay inside of me.
He kissed me softly until I slowly fell back asleep, wondering if anything I could ever conjure up in my dreams would top the reality of what I’d just experienced.
***
THE NEXT DAY IN WORK, a complete and utter fog followed me around all day. Nothing Ida was saying was registering. My mind kept replaying the events of the night before. The few hours before I was set to see him again seemed like an eternity. It felt like a drug addiction for Christ’s sake.
I assumed he’d been quiet all day until I checked the Ask Ida email account.