It was after midnight when we pulled the chocolate pound cake out of the oven. Max’s kitchen was covered in flour dust, sugar crystals, and dessert. We made red velvet cookies, rhubarb pie bites, blueberry doughnuts, chocolate dipped marshmallow stuffed strawberry pops, cherry fudge, cannoli dip with shell chips, and red and blue sprinkled vanilla cake pops.
I was exhausted.
I stifled a yawn and hoped Graham wouldn’t take it as a sign that I wanted him to leave. After the first orgasm he gave me I felt like I could stay up all night long to bake and have sex, but it was fading.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?”
“No,” I said on a yawn. “Well, maybe a little. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to finish what we started earlier.”
“I don’t want to mess up your meeting, Ab.”
I wanted to hear him call me that when he was inside me. Over me. Under me. I just wanted him.
“It would mess with my meeting even more if I went in there this wound up.”
“So I’m just a stress reliever?” he joked.
“Best one I’ve ever met.”
“Do we need to cover any of this stuff? Or put it in the fridge?”
I shook my head. “It’ll be fine until morning. I, on the other hand, will not. But if you’re not up to it, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
“Not gonna happen, Ab. Get your ass in that bedroom.”
I whirled on him, hands on hips. “Excuse me?”
“Please, Abby. Don’t make me beg. I’m not above it.”
He got down on his knees and was still almost eye level with me. He pressed his head to my chest and nuzzled. I laughed and he did it again. My nipples tried to say hi through my shirt and Graham turned his head. I watched, mesmerized, as his lips closed over one of my nipples. His arms circled me, one hand splayed across my back, holding me in place. My hands went to his head, securing him to me.
He drew my nipple into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it. The cotton of my tank top dulled the sensation. I needed his tongue on my skin. The night had been impossible to survive. Max’s kitchen was barely big enough for two people, but when one of them was the size of a truck, we needed a kitchen three times as big. He brushed against me every time he moved. More than once I wanted to turn off the oven and heat up the bedroom instead, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t nail the presentation for Mayor Ramsey.
Graham stood with his arms locked around me, his mouth still toying with my nipple. I clutched his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall and let him carry me to the bedroom.
Graham let me slide down his body, every nerve ending lighting up with the contact. When my feet touched the floor, he released me and ran his hand over the wall. “Where’s the light?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Leave it off.”
“Not a chance,” he growled when he finally found the light and turned it on. “I’ve been fantasizing about getting you naked since the first day I met you. I’m not missing out on one bit of it.”
“The first day?” I squeaked.
He leaned back. “Absolutely. You came in to SkinnyCakes all pissed off because of something your ex did and I thought you were the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. You didn’t even realize I was there. When you finally saw me, your eyes widened and you made this soft little noise that made me hard in an instant. I wanted to lay you out over the counter and make you mine that day. When you said you were married, I almost cried.” I laughed at his grin. “Then when I found out you were getting divorced I wondered what sort of dumb ass would ever let you go.”
“He is a dumb ass, isn’t he?”
Graham tipped his head back and laughed. “Hell yeah. Come here, sexy woman.”
He didn’t wait for me to go to him, just reached out and tugged me into his arms. We fell onto the bed laughing, kissing, and pulling at clothes. He turned so I fell on top of him and pulled my legs to either side for me to straddle his massive hips. His t-shirt lifted and I finally got my hands on his bare skin. He was warm and firm beneath my fingers, but his stomach wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel all of him.
His abs tightened as he sat up and tugged his shirt off. My mouth went dry at the sight of his bare muscles. A large tattoo that looked like a Playbill covered his left side. “What is that?”
He looked down and saw me studying the tattoo. “The first play Travis was the lead costume designer on. I made it to opening night. Before I left New York, I went to a tattoo parlor. I was so proud of him.”
I choked back the tears in my throat and blinked them from my eyes. “That’s amazing.”
“You’re amazing, Abby. I’ve never told another woman about my brother. Or my family. You’re getting to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “It’s not a bad thing, sweetheart.”
He pulled me down for a kiss, my body sprawled over top of his. I moved with his breath, his hands keeping me securely in place while I explored his abs, chest, and arms with my hands. When I spread my legs and straddled him again, he thrust up into me and my world darkened.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself.
“I need to touch you, Abby.”
“Yes, please,” I moaned.
His hands shook as he reached for my stomach. I fought the urge to suck in my gut and let him see it all. If he left because I was overweight then he wasn’t worth my time. He lifted my tank top and traced his knuckle over my skin. He flipped his hand over and we both watched as his dark hand moved along my pale skin. He lifted himself up and kissed me, his hand moving north as his kiss drove me crazy.
The first brush of his hand over my breast had me pulling away from him to suck in a breath. “Yes,” I breathed, my hips rocking as he teased my nipple.
“Are you going to come for me again, Ab?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good, baby. Keep going.”
I rode him again, treating him as my own personal life-sized dildo. His one hand dipped low on my ass, pushing me against him faster and faster while his other hand lifted my shirt to free my breasts. He claimed one nipple with his mouth, the other with his fingers.
“Yes, Graham, yes! I’m going to come!”
“That’s it, Ab, let me have it, sweetheart.”
He suckled my breast and nipped my skin, sending me over the edge. I rode him hard, not ready for it to be over. When he flipped us and pressed himself hard into me, I burst again, wrapping my legs as far as I could around his waist to keep him exactly where I needed him.
When my body stopped throbbing, I eased my legs and released him. He kissed my neck, my breasts, my belly, and my lips. I let my hands wander over him again, outlining muscles on his chest, dipping into the valleys of his abs, and bumping over the mountains of his arms. He was huge. Something I hadn’t considered a problem until sex became the task at hand.
“Um, I don’t know if you’re going to fit, Graham. You’re a pretty big guy, and um, well, I don’t want to talk about him, but Brett… wasn’t.”
Graham snorted in laughter and leaned down to kiss me. “You’ve been neglected by a tiny-dicked dumb ass. No more, Ab. We’ll worry about me fitting in a little bit. I’m not done with you yet.”
My belly quivered with his words. I knew he wasn’t just saying what he thought I’d want to hear. There was promise in his voice. He wasn’t anywhere near done. Which meant he was going for a record number of orgasms in one day for me. A sad truth, but the truth nonetheless.
He stood next to the bed and gazed at me, his eyes scanning my body. “You’re beautiful, Abby.”
“Thank you,” I answered in lieu of pointing out all my shortcomings. I didn’t want to hear them anymore than he did. Graham was right. Brett, and his insults, were gone.
Graham kissed my stomach and hooked his fingers in the sides of my yoga pants. He pulled my panties down with the pants and left me bare before him. “You deserve to be cherished, Abby. You’re precious. I’m going to show you tonight, sweetheart.”
He kissed every inch of my body, working his way up one side and down the other, until he settled between my thighs. His shoulders spread my legs wide for him. He stared at me, making me self-conscious about the way I looked. “Beautiful,” he murmured before he lowered his lips to me.
He didn’t dive in like I thought he would. Instead he licked and kissed my body until I couldn’t take it any more. “Graham, please.”
“Please, what, Ab?”
“Please, Graham. I need to come.”
“I’m not letting you stop this time, Ab. I want you to count for me. We’re at two so far tonight. Let’s see how many you can give me.”
“But I don’t-”
The words died on my lips when he drew me into his mouth. Instantly, heat flooded between my thighs and Graham broke my previous record.
“That’s three, right Ab?” Graham murmured against my skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. He chuckled. “Make that four.”
His tongue speared me before circling the bundle of nerves that pulsed for him and I tumbled softly into number five. Six came right on its heels and carried seven over the finish line, too.
“I can’t, Graham. No more,” I panted.
He shook his head after he sucked me into his mouth and I went flying again. Each one got stronger, more intense, borderline painful. And made me want more.
“More, Ab. A lot more.”
Before I could protest again, he thrust a finger deep inside me and took me one away from double digits. “Yeah, baby,” he growled against my flesh, his finger curling deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back number ten any longer.
My hips bucked against his face, my hands clutched at the back of his head, my legs tightened on his ears. Eleven, twelve, and thirteen spun out of me one right behind the other. I was soaked with sweat, my throat was sore from screaming, and my core ached from so much attention.
And I was nearly crying for more.
Graham added a second finger and sent me over the edge again. Then he started to move them and I knew it was different. The one building wasn’t going to come quickly. It wasn’t going to be easy. It could tear me in two, but if I made it through to the other side, I’d find pleasure I’d only dreamt of.
“There you go, Ab. Just like that, baby,” he rasped against my thigh. His fingers thrust in and out of me hard and fast, a rhythm that resonated through every pore of my body. A fire built deep inside, hotter than anything I’d felt before. I couldn’t catch my breath, but he couldn’t stop to allow me to. I needed to see this through. If I didn’t, I knew I’d regret it forever.
Graham’s lips closed over me, drawing me into his mouth. I was close. So very close. I whimpered, unable to tell him what I needed to send me over that edge one last time. To fall into uncharted territory. Into a place I never thought I’d see.
My body stiffened, tightening under all the tension coursing through me. I couldn’t move, just lie there and wait for either immense disappointment or the greatest pleasure ever. I felt something sharp, a bite between my legs, and the dam shattered.
Graham’s fingers speared me, my hips meeting the thrust of his hand. His mouth tried to lock onto me, but my hips moved too fast. My body was in control. My mind tried to tell my hips to stop, to let him catch me, but I no longer had control. The pleasure was dominant.
As I thrust against his hand and his face, I was vaguely aware of the guttural moans coming from me. The intense heat dissipated as my hips slowed. The noises ceased, but the effect was left behind on my raw throat. Graham licked me again and my whole body jerked away from him.
“No,” I whimpered. “No more. I can’t. Please.”
Graham eased away from me, lifting my legs from his shoulders. My body slumped in exhaustion. He slowly withdrew his fingers and my body decided it was ready for more.
Good thing Graham had plenty more.
I watched through heavy eyelids as he stood and stripped off his pants. He was huge. I expected it because the rest of him was, but seeing it live was a whole other thing entirely.
I sat up, needing to feel him. When I reached for him, he stepped closer. I wrapped my hand around him, noting the gap between my fingertips and my thumb. His eyes closed when I stroked him. I did it again, brushing my thumb of the bead of moisture at the tip, and he jerked.
“As much as I love your hand on me, Ab, I’m not going to last very long. You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
“You need to go slow. I’ve never even seen anyone as big as you.”
He chuckled, his cock bobbing with the shake of his body. “I’ll go slow, Ab. I promise.”
I released him and laid back on the bed. He dug in his pocket and covered himself before he joined me. Poised between my legs, he looked down my body. “Would you rather be on top?”
I shook my head. “You’ve about turned me into a puddle. I can’t do much more.”
He started to move away. “We don’t have to do this, Ab. If you’re too tired, I’m okay with waiting.”
“Not a chance.”
He paused for a heartbeat. His face split into a wide grin and he leaned down to kiss me. He kept his weight off me with one arm and toyed with my body with the other. He pinched my nipple, tickled my neck, then settled his hand between my legs. I was still slick when his fingers dipped inside me again. One. Then two. Then a third. He gently worked them inside me, setting off more sparks. His tongue matched the pulse of his fingers and I soaked his fingers even more.
“Can you come with me inside, Ab? I’d love to feel that.”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “I never have before.”
“Have you ever had, what was it? Fifteen orgasms in one night before?”
I laughed softly and shook my head. “Not even close.”
“What do you say we try it? Is that okay with you?”
I nodded.
He slid his fingers out slowly, rasping against my walls. I clenched around him, my body already trying to go for sixteen. I tried to watch but couldn’t see him above my belly. I felt him though. He probed my entrance gently. With each tiny move, he pressed a little deeper. Once he was in enough that he could let go of his length, he ran his hands over me, making my body clench and nearly push him out.
Graham chuckled softly. “Let’s not evict me yet, Ab. It’ll get better.”
I laughed and slapped his arm. “I wasn’t trying to do that. You just felt good when you touched me.”
“You feel good, too, baby.”
His small movements were teasing me. My body ached for him to fill it, but I knew he couldn’t just plunge in without it hurting. Every time he went deeper he stretched me to the point of pain until he moved again and pleasure took over. My hips wanted to move against his, but I forced my body to remain still.
He was deep inside me. Deeper than any man had ever been. That slow burn started again and I was crossing into uncontrollable territory. It was harder to stop my hips from stroking up to meet his. When he pulled out again, almost all the way out, his cock dragged over every inch of my walls. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting with him when he moved back into me. Our bodies touched and he hit something deep inside of me. Something good. Something that almost made me come instantaneously.
“Do that again,” I begged. “Hard, Graham. Please.”
“Abby, honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”
I looked up into his green eyes. They were full of so much care and affection. My heart tipped over and waited for him to rub its soft belly. When he leaned down and kissed me sweetly, I knew I would never look into another man’s eyes and feel as loved as I did at that moment. It made no sense. I couldn’t be falling for him on our second date. But Graham wasn’t a stranger I’d just met. He was a man I’d counted on for months. He was there for me when I needed someone. Everything I’d ever wanted for myself, Graham helped make a reality.
The question wasn’t how could I be falling for him, but how could I not be?
“You won’t hurt me, Graham. I want you to enjoy this, too.”
“I will, Ab. I’m already enjoying it.”
“Me, too. And if you do that again, hard, I’ll be enjoying it even more in about two seconds.”
He laughed softly. “On one condition, Ab.” I arched an eyebrow in question. “You tell me if it doesn’t feel good. Don’t wait until it hurts. If it doesn’t feel amazing, tell me.”
“I promise,” I said with a hand on his jaw. The dark stubble there prickled my skin. Graham would never hurt me. I knew that without question. It wasn’t in him.