Chapter 15

The next night, I was ready to fall asleep. I had my cup of lavender tea and was making progress on the WWII book when I got a message from an unknown number.

Closing my book and setting it aside, I went to grab it and check the message.

Unknown

Hey, baby ;)

I had an idea of who it might be, but in case it was someone mistaken, I replied:

Hazel

Who’s this?

Graham

Your favorite stalker.

No more needed to be said.

I smiled down at my phone, feeling my stomach fluttering.

Hazel

How did you get my number?

Graham

Can’t reveal my sources.

I was pretty sure he had asked Melissa for it. My phone dinged again.

Graham

Open the door.

I frowned at his last message since I didn’t hear the bell ringing. I climbed out of bed and stormed downstairs to the main door. When I opened it, I saw a tall shadow towering over me.

Graham stepped into the light, and I could finally see his smile. Though I felt giddy at seeing him here, I frowned at his presence at this late hour.

“What are you doing here so late?”

“Sorry…” he said, sounding far from apologetic. His smile waned as he exhaled. He gathered courage as he leaned toward me, looking down intently. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

My heart stumbled at his words. They were sweet, but it made me feel hot inside because I knew what he was referring to. I couldn’t deny I hadn’t stopped thinking about him either. The make-out session had replayed in my head more times than I wished to admit.

Though I felt my insides melting, I raised my eyebrows at him and blinked back.

Graham looked over my shoulder and then back at me. He licked his lips, and a shudder ran down my stomach.

“Are your parents home?” he whispered. Maybe this was the reason he hadn’t rung the bell. He didn’t want to announce his arrival.

“Huh…” I hesitated. My parents weren’t home. Dad was at an engineering seminar, doing whatever he did there, and Mom was at one of her weird shifts at the hospital.

“It’s just that…” Graham swallowed, leaning closer to me. “I haven’t stopped thinking about yesterday. And I have a feeling that you…” His stare was dark and smoldering. “You didn’t want me to stop there. Though you didn’t want to admit it.”

I was breathless, my heart pounding hard. He was right—I didn’t want to stop—but I was afraid of admitting it because what would it mean?

Graham read my silence as hesitation and didn’t push me.

“I could leave if you want me to,” he suggested, though he sounded disinclined. He took another step when I didn’t answer, stopping just when our chests barely skimmed. “Or I could stay, and we can finish what we started yesterday,” he said slowly.

His eyes roamed over my face, landing on my mouth. He licked his lips like he could taste me. My entire body throbbed with need. I didn’t think twice; I acted. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and kissed him. He groaned against my mouth, grabbing my hips and pulling me to his body. I whimpered at the feel of his hard chest and legs.

Without removing his hot mouth from me, Graham guided me backward and slammed the door closed. Then he tugged at my butt, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing our cores to connect. We moaned at the delicious friction. He didn’t wait for another second, he carried me upstairs.

When we reached my bedroom, I was breathless, and Graham was impatient. He dropped me onto my bed and started to remove my clothes quickly. First, my shirt, then my shorts, leaving me only in panties. Graham yanked his shirt off before he crawled to bed and mounted me. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth and lacing our tongues together. His hips buried between my legs and ground against my pussy. I arched my back at the contact, gasping for air. The taut, hard material of his jeans against my panties-clad clit felt amazing.

My hands dragged eagerly over his sculpted body. I couldn’t stop relishing his skin, warm yet so hard, like a rock.

“You are so perfect, baby,” Graham growled, kneeling to see me almost naked underneath him. He dropped kisses on my shoulders and neck, licking my skin.

His hands squeezed my breasts, and he groaned loudly in my ear. I melted while his breath tickled my neck.

“So beautiful.” He sounded mesmerized. He caressed my shoulders, my breasts, my torso, and my stomach reverently, like he couldn’t believe I was real. “I can’t wait to have you,” he promised darkly in my ear. His hands were already playing with my panties.

I tensed. I wasn’t ready to go that far, not when I had been waiting years for one guy. I gulped, trying to breathe deeply. It was hard to push Graham away. His entire body was all over me.

“Graham…” I gasped.

“Yes, baby?” he asked, lavishing my skin with his tongue. His fingers played with my clit over my panties.

“I don’t want to lose my virginity tonight.”

Graham stopped at my admission, processing the words. I felt something within him shifting. But then, he nodded and breathed. “Okay,” he said. “We’ll take it as far as you want.”

“You promise?”

“Of course, baby.” He looked me in the eye for reassurance. He kissed me sweetly and I trusted him at that moment. My body eased on the bed while I enjoyed his weighing me down.

Our mouths danced around each other, and Graham tugged my panties down my thighs. He traced his finger over my clit, rubbing circles and making my toes curl. I squirmed beneath him, and he cursed when his finger moved down and felt how wet I was.

Slowly, he drew a circle around my entrance before inserting his finger. My channel didn’t feel as tight as the first time. It was ready to accommodate his large finger inside me. Once it was completely in, I began riding it.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You are so sexy.” He bit my earlobe and I shuddered, losing my tempo.

I threw my head back, moving my hips faster. Graham circled the finger and hit something inside me that twisted me inside. It got intense, and my muscles clenched. Graham licked around my nipple before sucking hard.

“Oh, Graham!” I shouted.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Say my name.”

“Graham”—~thrust~—“Graham”—~thrust~—“Graham!” With another hard thrust, my legs wobbled. I slumped my head back, my back arching. Finally, my release rippled through my body, down my legs, and over my stomach and chest. I felt my inner walls squeezing his fingers as I pulsed.

I collapsed, breathless.

Graham removed his finger and kissed me slowly all the way up until he pressed his lips to mine and thrust his tongue inside. I reciprocated the gesture. Then I swallowed, catching my breath.

I wanted to smile.

~That felt incredible.~

He made me feel so incredible that I wanted to give back. I could feel his stiff erection against my stomach. I knew from yesterday while watching the movie that it was painful for him.

“Graham.” My voice was breathy. “Show me how to…” I couldn’t say the words, embarrassed.

Graham didn’t say anything but removed his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear. He grabbed his cock, pumping it. He crawled and braced his knees between my hips. Then he took my hand and wrapped it around his thick erection. He swore when I squeezed it softly. The skin was soft. It was fascinating.

“Harder, baby,” he instructed, clenching his jaw. “Squeeze it like this.”

He showed me by wrapping his hand over mine and gasping when I increased my hold. He continued to show me what he liked, pumping his cock up and down. I was mesmerized as I watched his eyes glistening, transfixed by the power to make him unravel.

“Yeah.” His hips met my strokes. “Faster, baby.”

I obliged, speechless until his hips moved faster, and I followed the lead. The veins in his neck bulged, and I knew he was about to come.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted through gritted teeth. “I’m about to come.”

It took seconds before his cum was strewn all over my stomach and breasts, scorching on my skin. Then he exhaled in satisfaction and dropped to my side. He gathered me, seemingly unable to be away from me, and kissed me softly on the temple.

“Was that…” I trailed off, self-conscious. This was my first hand job ever. My first acquaintance with the male anatomy.

Graham was speechless but he nodded. He gulped and cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he whispered whimsically. “Fuck. You are so perfect.” A large grin cracked on his face.

I smiled back as he kissed me slowly, tasting everything.

He took a few more breaths before he climbed out and went to the bathroom for towels. He cleaned my stomach and breasts and then, he rolled next to me and held me again. I found it cute that he liked to cuddle with me, cherishing our satisfied bodies plastered to each other.

I relaxed in his arms, snuggling closer to him. I inhaled him deeply, loving his smell, and closed my eyes.

The last thing I remembered was Graham’s warm breath whispering as he caressed my back, lingering on my butt.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said under his breath. “And mine.”