CHAPTER 25
CINDY

He wasn't going to push me away that easily, not after opening myself up to him the way I had. He understood me and my pain without trying to change it. He didn’t try to push me into something I wasn’t ready for, and he didn’t look at my daughter as if she were baggage. He fit into my world like a sock fit a foot, and he wasn’t going to run from me simply because of his past or because he was scared.

I ran my hands through his hair as he buried his face into my tits. He felt like fire, and I felt like ice. He was melting away the walls I’d thrown up after Bradley died with nothing but the strokes of his tongue. I felt beautiful underneath the palms of his hands. I felt wanted underneath the thrusts of his hips. I wanted him.

Needed him.

Craved him in a way I hadn’t any man since my husband.

I felt his cock tenting in his pants. His callused hands ran up and down my back as my hips rolled into his. I pushed his head up, pressing him deep into the cushions of the couch. I was in control this time. I was going to take what I wanted before he gained the upper hand again.

I stood up and shimmied out of my pants. I watched him work his belt and his button free, then I grabbed the legs of his jeans and pulled. His entire body jostled, and his eyes widened. I could see his cock throbbing for me, growing at the sight of my naked body.

Our eyes connected, and I saw a heat rise in his gaze, a desperate lust that overtook his body as his muscles flexed for me. We were naked in front of one another, our bodies bared and everything exposed in the middle of my living room.

Then I stalked toward him and straddled his cock with my dripping pussy.

He groaned as I sank onto him, my pussy swallowing his girth. My legs shook, and my hands curled into the strong muscles of his shoulders. His hands guided my hips, massaging the excess that had appeared after I was pregnant with Lily. I moaned at his touch before our lips connected, and a spark ignited in my toes.

I needed to feel him as close to me as I could get him.

I rode his cock, rocking and swaying and swiveling my hips. He grabbed tightly onto my ass and rocked me closer, my chest falling in front of his face. He kissed my tits and lapped at my nipples. I raked my nails down his back as my knees tried to gain traction. He was thrusting into me, rendering my body helpless even though I was on top of him, even though I was the one who had all the power.

My juices drenched his groin as he filled me with his dick. My toes began to curl when my pussy fluttered around him. I was rocketing off into the atmosphere as he pounded harder and harder, gripping my ass so tightly it began to burn with the marks his nails were leaving.

And I loved it.

I loved every second of it.

My climax crashed over me, and my eyes widened in shock. I didn’t feel it coming, nor did I suspect it would happen so quickly. I slid down his cock one last time before he held me to his body, our hips connected with my pussy clamping around him.

He kept lathering my bosom in kisses, leaving wet trails behind until our lips met once again.

Graham held tightly onto me as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock grow against my walls. I whimpered into his neck and nipped at his pulse point, pulling grunts from his throat. He walked us down the hallway until his knees were against my bed. Then, we collapsed in a fit of desire before he pulled out of me.

“No. Come back. Please,” I said.

I reached for him, but he wasn’t there. My juices were pouring from me as the sound of my door closing rang out into the room. I thought he had left, dropped me in my nakedness and my vulnerability and left me to fend for myself.

Until I felt his hands on my ankles.

He twisted me over in one motion before lifting my hips into the air. He tugged me to the edge of the mattress and knocked my legs further apart with his knees. His cock was bouncing against my ass, jiggling my cheeks and grabbing handfuls of the ample flesh. I looked back and caught his primal, predatory stare on my body.

I swayed my hips side to side and watched his eyes widen with desire. I felt his cock press between my folds, my arousal slicking his skin. I shivered with delight as the tip of his dick slid into my entrance, his body sinking painfully slowly into mine.

My face fell into the sheets as his hips bottomed out against mine.

I felt him pull back. Then all at once, he slammed into me. I moaned into the sheets as his hand crept down my back. He worked my hair out of its bun, fisted my tendrils within his palm, and then pulled my face off the bed.

“Better keep quiet,” he said. “Don’t wanna wake anyone.”

He slid out and slammed back in, and I bit down on my lower lip. I pushed my hips back into him, trying to get him to go faster. It was torture, holding back my sounds. I wanted to moan his name, to groan and whimper with every stroke he took. He kept pulling out and pressing back in, emptying me before filling me up. Every time he slid out, I panicked, wondering if he would come back to me.

Then he rewarded my patience with another pulse of electricity.

He picked up his pace, his balls slapping against my clit. I was trying so hard to swallow down my sounds, but it was becoming almost impossible. Tears rose in my eyes as my skin flushed with frustration. My pussy was throbbing, and I could feel that fire burning behind my abdomen.

But as if he could read my mind, he let go of my hair and my face fell into the bed.

“Oh, Graham. Holy shit. Yes. So good. Oh, keep going. Keep going. Don’t stop. Keep going. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

His hand cracked against my ass just as my body came around his cock. The burning sensation catapulted me to a world I’d never experienced before, and a tear of pleasure slipped down my cheek. He felt so good. Too good. Heavenly good. I moaned into the sheets as his cock rode me through my orgasm, my pussy massaging him as juices began to drip down my stomach.

But he wasn’t done with me.

I could feel his cock begging for more.

His knees hit the bed between my legs, and he picked me up around my waist. My body felt limp like a rag doll being tossed around in the wind. We fell to our side on top of the comforter of my bed, and his hand slid down my thigh. He picked up my leg and tossed it behind me, wrapping it back around his hips.

Then, I felt his cock at my entrance again.

His teeth nibbled on my shoulder as he moved my hair from my face. My chest was panting for air and sweat was dripping down the back of my neck. He showered me with kisses. He watched as a salacious flush crept along the curves of my body. His fingertips slid up and down my side, sending goosebumps ricocheting over my limbs.

He slid into me, sending me diving back into his ocean as his cock pressed against my walls.

He grunted in my ear with every thrust. His hands massaged my tits and tugged at my nipples. I reached back and fisted his hair, pulling his lips into my neck as he bit into my skin.

He couldn’t bite hard enough. He couldn't fuck me long enough. My legs were shaking, and tears were rising in my eyes, and I loved every second of it. His hand cracked against my ass again, and I begged him for more. Again. And again. And again, until my entire cheek was on fire.

I was dripping on the bed as he pounded against my ass.

“Cindy, fuck, yes. Shit. Come for me. Give into me. Take it. Take it all.”

His fingers parted my pussy folds, and I knew I was done. He stroked my clit, petting it as I melted into his body. Stars burst in my vision, and every muscle in my body tensed. He commanded my body like a fine-tuned instrument. He knew which chords to strike and what buttons made what sounds. I felt him smiling into my neck while his fingers worked my clit. My entire body pulsed for him as I rose into the heavens before my orgasm slammed me against the ground.

I pressed into his body, feeling his muscles pull taut. I milked his dick with every ounce of strength I had as his hips stuttered. He was chanting my name in my ear. Calling me beautiful and wonderful and perfect. I jerked as he slid into me, pumping me full of his thick, hot cum as he sighed heavily against my ear.

I stayed pressed into him as his fingers slowed their ministrations on my clit.

His biting became sucking, and he kissed the teeth marks he’d left behind. He nuzzled into them, groaning as he felt their indentions. I was breathless. Exhausted. My fire had been extinguished, but the embers still burned for him. I felt our juices leaking from me as he slowly pulled away.

But his grip around my body grew tighter as he lay there.

I felt safe with him in my bed. His dominant nature was something that was new to me, but I loved every ounce of it. My ass was throbbing, and my neck was burning, but I knew a man with that kind of passion wouldn’t deliver it if he didn’t feel it.

Didn’t mean it.

I wanted him to stay, but I knew he couldn’t.

“Are you okay?” Graham asked.

“I’m so much better than okay,” I said.

“Good,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m glad.”

“I know you have to leave.”

“I don’t want Lily waking up and walking in on us. Might be confusing to her.”

“Oh, I know. Doesn’t change the fact that I wish you could stay.”

He turned me over onto my back and covered my body with his. I ran my hands over the divots of his muscles, taking in their sculpted form. He was a strong man, thick with strength and dripping with passion. I could feel my body rising to the occasion again simply by taking him in this way with his muscles shining with sweat and his breath pulsing against my lips.

It was all too much, and I lifted my face to taste him again.

“If you do that again, I won’t be able to leave,” Graham said.

“Then don’t leave,” I said.

“I have to.”

“I’ll set an earlier alarm.”

“I can’t,” he said.

He rolled off to the side and slid off my bed. I watched his naked body open my bedroom door before he left for my living room. I heard him picking up clothes and gathered up glasses. I could see him pulling on his shirt before he buttoned his pants and zipped them up.

He walked back into the room and sat on the edge of my bed, his fingers smoothing my hair away from my face.

“Sleep well, all right?”

“I will,” I said. “As long as you do.”

“I always sleep well after being with you,” he said.

He dipped his lips to mine and kissed me one last time before he walked away. I heard his footsteps falling against the tiles of the kitchen, and then my front door opened. I closed my eyes as I heard it shut, creating a barrier I didn’t want between him and me.

He was gone, and I was alone.

And I wished it didn’t have to be that way.