1102 Sugar Rd. (Cherry Falls)

Graham is what any woman would call a giver. It’s in all facets—love, devotion, attention, and definitely orgasms. I’ve reaped the rewards of that multiple times. It didn’t matter if I used my mouth and he got off while I swallowed every last drop, he made sure I was being taken care of just like I am now.

“More,” I plead. Graham’s mouth is completely latched onto my pussy, fingers digging into the back of my thighs, holding me in place.

“I know what you want, but that’s not happening yet,” he pulls back to tell me. I drop my chest to the bed, moving my hands to Graham’s head, trying to hold him in place, but he’s clearly in charge tonight because he grabs both my hands, places them behind my back in one of his, and holds me there, all while fucking me with his tongue, driving me crazy, teasing me to the edge of coming, and then calming me down, only to do it again.

“Please.” My body is shaking, my skin is damp with perspiration, my teeth clamping down on the pillow to hold back the need to scream. Graham’s lips surround my clit, pulling it into his mouth, then letting it go. He does this twice more before he stops. A piece of me wants to cry in relief, the other part of me is dying inside to finally come.

“I bet the second my cock is inside you, you’ll be coming for me fast and hard.” Graham still holds my hands behind my back, his thighs spreading my body open even further, cock right at the entrances. Try as I might, there is no amount of movement that will allow him to slip inside. He’s completely and fully in control.

“God, yes. Do it now,” I demand. This time, he gives in to me, albeit so devastatingly slow that tears are practically pouring down my cheeks in relief.

“I think we have something to say to one another.” He holds firm on keeping me still.

“I love you, Graham Larson. I may have been slow on the uptake, so much that you had to chase me all over Cherry Falls and the surrounding towns because of how scared I was to feel these all-soul consuming emotions that always bubble up so close to the surface, I don’t know whether to cry or smile in sheer happiness,” I pour my heart out to Graham.

“Fuck, you’re my purpose, my reason to live, the love of my life. It doesn’t matter that you ran. I’d go after you. Wherever you and Logan are, that’s where I’m meant to be.” With those last words, Graham slams inside me, his muscular body working double time with how he has me in a firm hold. I’m not complaining, though. Graham could cuff me to him, to the headboard, to a pole, and I’d willingly submit to him.

“Graham.” My center clenches down on his length, feeling him skin on skin as he tunnels in and out of me. Finally, he lets go of my wrists. I press my palms to the bed, lifting my body up, thrusting back into him as he slides forward, our bodies working together.

“Lips, Faith,” he groans. Graham’s body comes down. My head tilts over my shoulder. Our kiss is more for me than him. The groans, moans, and all other kinds of noises leaving my throat are enough to wake up a sleepy boy in the room across the hall. It doesn’t matter that I’m coming so hard our lips break apart. Graham works my body through the paces, not stopping even when I’m sinking into the mattress any and all energy depletes from my soul. Instead, he keeps going, his lips return to my throat. I can feel the tightening of his muscles against my skin, and I know it’s only a matter of moments until he comes, spilling his cum inside me.

“One more time, Faith.” His teeth latch onto the nap of my neck, and I have no doubt that if we were in a different position, his hands would be fisted in the locks of my hair.

“I don’t think I can,” I reply. That doesn’t deter Graham, though. He moves a hand beneath my body and finds my clit, pinching it between two fingers while his other arm holds him up above my body.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he grunts as my body does what he demands, somehow managing to have two back-to-back orgasms. Not that I should be surprised, it seems with Graham, anything is possible.

“Faith!” My name explodes out of him, like I’m the only person on this planet, and this time, my eyes close in sheer happiness.

“I love you, Graham Larson,” I breathe out when his body drops on top of mine, giving me his weight.

“I love you, Faith Bridges.” He kisses my lips lightly before he’s rolling us until he’s on his back and I’m on my side, hitching my thigh up.