CHAPTER 36
Lauren
It wasn’t my first time in his arms, but knowing that he loved me changed everything. Every doubt. Every fear fell away beneath wave after wave of joy. Yes, my body craved him, but my soul was cheering it on.
I pulled back slightly only because I didn’t want the first time we made love to be in public. His hands ran down my back, cupping my ass so I was pressed intimately against his cock.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking as dazed as I felt.
“How fast can you drive to your place?” I joked.
Comprehension lit his eyes. “Legally?” he joked and helped me into the Range Rover before jogging over to his side and climbing in. He closed the door and pulled me to him for another deep kiss that left us both shaken and breathing heavily. “I have an apartment. I know I do. And I know how to get there, but when you look at me that way I can’t remember my own damn name. God, I want to fuck you right here.”
His love made me bold. I ran my hand up his thigh and caressed his cock through his jeans. “I want it all, Graham, so much more than we could do in a parking lot.” I unsnapped the top of his jeans and slid his zipper down. “But if it’s okay with you I’ll start while you drive.”
He groaned and took my hand in his. “Lauren, I want to do this right. I can wait.”
I leaned closer and brushed my lips across his. “Love doesn’t come with a playbook. There is no right or wrong way as long as we both enjoy it and right now I want to try something I’ve never done. Now shut up and drive.”
He let my hand go, started the car and laughed. A deep excited flush darkened his neck and spread across his face. “Anything for you, Peanut.” He shifted his hips and his open jeans loosened.
We shared the kind of smile only lovers do. I tucked my hand down the front of his navy-blue boxer shorts and freed him. I’d read my share of spicy romances and felt confident with my knowledge of male anatomy and probable erogenous zones. All I was debating was the best angle.
He pulled out onto the road while I was still working through different scenarios in my head. It was difficult to form a single coherent thought with his cock growing beneath my hand. “Do people usually secure their seat belt while doing this?”
He groaned. “I don’t know,” he answered. I could have challenged that. Of the two of us he was definitely more experienced, but he didn’t look like he could concentrate on much more than driving at that moment.
I loved the possessive hand he dug into my hair. We stopped at a red light and I thought he might direct me downward, but instead he claimed my mouth again, his hand tightened in my hair until it was pleasurably painful. When he raised his head he said, “Holy fuck, Lauren, I want this time to be slow and perfect for you. How am I going to do that if I’m already out of my mind?”
“It’s already perfect,” I said. Seat belt or not. I lowered my head, taking him deeply into my mouth. This wasn’t about my pleasure or his, it was about ours. With him I was free and unafraid to explore my sexuality. A car honked behind us, announcing that the light had changed and the Range Rover jerked forward. I slammed against Graham’s chest and our connection was momentarily broken.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s okay.” His cock glistened beneath the street lights we passed. Proud. Gorgeous. Mine. “How am I doing?”
He chuckled. “Everything you do is fucking incredible.”
I raced my tongue around the tip of his huge cock, then down around the length of it then started sucking and pumping my head up and down. His thigh was rock-hard beneath the hand I used to steady myself. Up and down, deeper and deeper. I got lost in my own crazy rhythm. I forgot where I was. I forgot everything beyond the taste of him, the guttural sounds of pleasure I was wringing from his lips, and the way my own sex was throbbing and craving his touch.
When we reached the second light he ran one hand up my leg, under my dress to just over the crotch of my panties. His fingers pushed the material aside and dipped inside me, one and then another. He curled them within me and I gasped as he located a spot that had me whimpering with pleasure. He moved his fingers in and out, returning again and again to that spot until I was wet and squirming against his hand. He dragged his fingers out and forward and started circling and rubbing my clit.
His touch was rough, demanding, but no more than I wanted it to be. I cupped his balls with my hand and licked him from them to his tip and back. His fingers swiped back and forth with precision and I moved against them, raising my head just long enough to whisper my demand. “Put them inside me again.” He did and I cried out. Never. Never had I wanted a cock like I wanted his.
I raised my head and began to dig wildly through his pockets for a condom. He turned sharply and headed down a dark street between two buildings. I found the condom and held it up victoriously. He withdrew his hands long enough to park the car and throw his seat back. Without hesitation, I shimmied out of my underwear, sheathing him as I climbed onto his lap, facing him. “I love you so much,” I ground out as I lowered myself onto him.
“I love you, too, baby,” he thrust upward into me. His mouth met mine again and we kissed wildly, pounded against each other feverishly, as if it were the first as well as the last time even though this time it was neither.
He unzipped the back of my dress, then pushed it off my shoulders and down around my waist. He was beyond teasing. He nipped. He claimed. I hung on, offering all of me to him, feeling safe even while I lost control because I was with my best friend as well as the man who was promising me forever.
He raised his face and held mine between his hands. “Say you’re mine, Lauren.”
“I’m yours, Graham. All yours.”
“And I’m yours, Peanut.” He rewarded me with a series of upward thrusts so powerful, so hard and fast that I called out his name as I gave myself over to a mind shattering orgasm.
He began to jackhammer up into me and it sent fire spiraling through me. Could I have quantified it as a second orgasm, I was beyond caring. All I knew was we fit together as well physically as we always had emotionally.
I spasmed against him. He grunted and swore as he came inside me. We shuddered in unison then collapsed against each other.
It was only then that, although I was bare to the waist, I noticed he was still fully dressed. I laid my face against his shoulder and sighed. “Nice sweater.”
He kissed my forehead. “The lady at the store said you’d like it, but she didn’t say how much.”
With him still inside me I straightened on his lap and gazed into his eyes. “What lady?”
He smiled tenderly and caressed my cheek. “She was about a hundred years old.”
“Good,” I joked. “Those are the only women I want to see you with.”
His expression turned serious. “I don’t need anyone else, Lauren.”
“I was only joking,” I said and cringed at how defensive I sounded. The sex had been perfect. He’d said he loved me. What more did I want?
As he always had been able to, Graham sensed the change in my mood. He kissed me gently then eased me off him. “Let’s go home.”
His home? My home? Was the night over? I didn’t want it to be, but I also didn’t want to cling to him if he needed space. “Okay,” I said.
“You didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, did you?” he asked after he’d cleaned himself off, refastened his jeans and pulled the car back onto the road.
“No,” I said, telling myself that he might always need time to process changes in our relationship and part of loving him was being able to honor that. What I really wanted to do, though, was shake him and demand to know what everything we’d said to each other meant in practical terms. “Why?”
He took one of my hands in his and kissed it. “Because I doubt either of us will have much energy after tonight.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Oh yes?”
He took one of my fingers between his teeth and nipped it gently. “This was amazing, but we’re nowhere near done. I’m going to fuck every inch of you, slowly, over and over. Then I want to wake up and have you all over again. How does that sound?”
“Like you need to drive faster,” I said with a smile.
The lusty grin he gave me was matched with an increase of speed that had me reaching for my seat belt. He gave me a wild ride back to his place, and then another one just inside the door of his apartment.