Chapter 47

Sarah

Graham wants me, and he wants me badly. I can see it all over his face. I want him to take me, and I’m sure he can see it on my face, too. When he tells me he wants to fuck me, I shiver. I love it when he talks to me like that, when he makes me feel like no matter what, I’m the only thing that can satisfy him. It makes me feel special.

It makes me feel like I have all the power.

So, I lay back and open my legs, an invitation.

Graham doesn’t wait for me to invite him twice. He gets onto the bed, and he’s on top of me in no time. I’m dripping wet, and when he pushes himself against my entrance, I hold my breath in anticipation. He pushes into me, and I let out a long moan.

When he’s inside of me, Graham starts moving. He is sliding in and out of me with slow strokes, and I moan and whimper at the friction. Sometimes, he feels larger than others, and today, he’s huge. He picks up his pace and slides faster and faster into me, fucking me just like he wanted.

Pleasure builds inside of me, feeding off the first orgasm, and in no time, I’m heading to my second. When I come, I cry out, falling apart beneath him.

He pulls out of me, and I roll onto my stomach. I want to get up on all fours, but Graham pins my body with his before I have a chance to. I open my legs as wide as I can, and he lies on top of me. He guides himself into me, and the sensation is crazy when he pushes into me with me pinned down completely.

I’ve never been fucked like this before, and it feels amazing. The angle rubs his cock right up against my G-spot, and it’s almost uncomfortable after I already came twice, but the pleasure overrides the feeling, and I cry out, not caring who hears us. I’m sure my place is too far away, and if Britney does figure out what’s happening, well, she’s an adult.

Graham pushes his hand underneath me and wraps his arm around my waist. He stops moving inside me, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he lifts me up so that I’m on my arms and knees while he’s still inside me. He hammers into me the moment I’m stable on all fours, and I cry out as his dick slams home again and again. The sound of sex is loud in the room, slapping and squelching and moaning, and it’s delicious.

I orgasm again. It comes out of nowhere, and it’s so intense, my arms collapse. I lie on the bed with my ass sticking up, shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over me. Graham keeps going, slamming into me. My body rocks back and forth on the bed, and I can feel the friction of my skin on the blankets.

Graham pulls out of me after a while, and he lays down next to me. He wants me on top of him. Who am I to say no? I love being on top of him. I straddle his hips and sit down on him. I’m so tight and raw now, after coming three times, and I cry out when I sit on him. I start rocking my hips back and forth, riding him harder and harder. His face changes to an expression of pure bliss, his lips are parted, and I lean down and kiss him. Graham wraps his arms around me, and he bucks his hips, fucking me from beneath.

I can’t stop him even if I wanted to, but I’m happy for him to have his way with me.

A moment later, he cries out and shoves himself into me as deep as he can. He comes inside of me, emptying himself out, and I can feel his cock jerk and spasm.

Finally, it calms down, and we lay together, a pile of sweaty limbs, breathing hard. His heart hammers against my ear on his chest, and my legs are still splayed open, his dick inside me.

He slips out of me, and I clamber off him, my legs stiff. We lay side by side on the bed.

“That was fantastic,” Graham says.

I smile at him. “I think the room has been christened.”

“For now,” he says. “We’ll have to do it again later, just to be sure.”

I chuckle, and he pulls me against him.

“I’m glad we did this,” he says.

“So that we can fuck whenever we want?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “So that I can have you with me all the time. So that I can see your beautiful face every morning when I wake up.”

I smile, and he kisses me.

“And so that we can fuck whenever we want,” he adds, and we laugh together.

We lie together in silence, enjoying each other’s company, basking in the afterglow of sex.

“Everything is working out,” Graham says. “We’re okay again, Britney will be okay, and your sister has her house back. I bet she’s glad about that.”

I shrug. “I think she’s happier that it worked out between us. I think she was getting irritated with me being so down and moping around all the time.”

Graham kisses me on the forehead.

“You were pining for me, eh?”

I roll my eyes. ‘Withering away.”

He chuckles. “I’m excited about our future together,” he says.

I’m excited for it, too. We haven’t been together for very long, we hardly know each other, and we don’t know what the future holds. But I know what I feel for Graham. I know that meeting him was like drowning my whole life and finally coming up for air, and losing him again was like drowning all over again. I never felt that way about a man before. We moved in together now, and I know it’s a risk.

But I know what I want, and I want Graham. I don’t think I needed a lot of time to get to know him before I decided that he’s the man I want to be with. I know that, now. There’s no point in wasting any more time if I know what I feel, and he feels the same.

And I know that he does. He was just as hurt when he lost me as I was when I lost him. He had what it took to fight for me, and I’m grateful for that, or it might never have happened.

But I know who I’m with, and I know what I want.

I want to be with Graham.