Fuck, oh, fuck. Graham didn’t probe or push, just gave her the perfect amount of gentle pressure as his tongue lapped and stroked her from the front.
“Good,” she managed to say. “Oh, fuck, Graham, that’s good.”
He shifted, hitching her leg farther over his shoulder. His tongue fucked its way inside her, deep as it would go, then out again and up to circle her clit. Her hands, sweating, slipped on the bar. The leg on which she stood trembled, her thigh muscles jumping. Her hips rocked as she fucked his face.
She’d gone down on him for just this reason, so there’d be no distraction for him when he ate her pussy. Now Julia had time to regret it, because her cunt clutched on nothing, aching to be filled. She wanted him to fuck her hard, against the wall or on the floor.
Later, she thought as his lips nibbled and teased her, and she smiled.
He took his hand from her hip and angled it, surprising her when he pushed a finger inside her.
“Yes!” She risked letting go with one hand so she could fist the other in his hair. His groan might have been of pain, but she didn’t think so.
His tongue kept up the steady circling on her clit as he stroked his finger in and out. She wasn’t going to last much longer. The triple threat of his tongue on her clit, finger inside her and another pressing her in the back was too much. The hangers rattled harder as Julia shook.
Her eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to stay open. She wanted to see him when she came. She watched Graham’s face as his mouth worked, his eyes closed, lost in his concentration on her cunt.
“Graham,” she said hoarsely, wanting him to be looking at her when she came. Needing it.
His eyes opened and his head tilted, though his mouth never left her body. He looked at her. Julia shuddered into orgasm on his smile.
Graham licked his mouth and bent his head to kiss the inside of her thigh. Julia let go of the bar with one hand as she moved her leg off his shoulder. She touched his hair, then threaded it into her fist.
At the tug, he looked up. She thought he might speak, but Graham only turned his face to kiss her thigh again before he got to his feet and gathered her into his arms. Julia let out a sigh at the relief of pressure from her palms. She’d been clutching the bar so hard her fingers had gone a little numb.
Graham took her hands and rubbed them between his. “Are you okay?”
“I need to sit down.” Julia gestured at the padded chair by the desk, and in a moment Graham had led her there and eased her into it. Her knees, still weak, bent, and she sank gratefully onto the seat.
There was only one chair, and after a second’s hesitation, he crouched next to her to rub her hands a bit more. “Is that better?”
His concern touched her, and she nodded before pulling her hands gently from his grip. “Yes. Fine.”
They stared at each other until she laughed and reached to stroke his cheek. Graham, laughing too, turned his face to press his lips to the inside of her palm. His eyes closed as he leaned into her touch, and Julia caught her breath at the sight.
“You’d think in a hotel this nice there would be more than one chair,” she said.
Graham opened his eyes and winked. “Who needs two chairs with a bed that size?”
“Good point.” She leaned to take his face in her hands and held him, their mouths half an inch apart, before she kissed him. “But right now, you’re on the floor.”
“Right now,” Graham whispered against her mouth, “I’m right wherever you want me.”
Whirling ghosts of steam danced between them as the shower pumped out hot water on Graham’s back and shoulders. Julia, hair tied on top of her head, soaped up a washcloth and rubbed it over his chest. She dabbed a glob of suds on each nipple and swiped a grin of bubbles on his belly before the water sluiced away the smiley face. She laughed.
Graham, unable to resist, kissed her.
Julia’s laugh cut off in mid-giggle, quickly turning to a sigh as her lips parted beneath his. She pulled away after only a second. “Turn around. Let me get your back.”
“I’m still enjoying what you’re doing to my front.”
She laughed again, but the steely glint in her eye flashed. “You’ll like what I do to your back, too. I promise.”
He kissed her again, just because he thought it might please her, but turned obediently after that. This entire night had become like something out of A Thousand and One Horny Fantasies. He wasn’t complaining.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
He did, grinning and ducking his head so the water splashed down his back instead of in his face.
“Tell me something,” Julia said after a minute or two in which she’d done nothing but rub the soapy cloth over his shoulders.
“Anything you want,” Graham said.
“Do you trust me?”
The words reminded him of the first time they’d met, and every muscle in his body tensed. He looked over his shoulder, but Julia’s face had gone serious again and she wasn’t looking at him. She swiped more suds over his back, and Graham turned his face back to the spray.
“Absolutely,” he said.
Her hand drifted lower, over his ass. His cock stirred, thinking of round two. The taste and sound of her arousal as he licked her and of knowing he was doing it to her had filled his cock despite the blow job she’d given him. He was going from semi-erect to full-on steel rod now.
At the touch of her mouth on his back, Graham smiled. Eyes closed, he lifted his face to the water. When her mouth moved farther down the line of his spine and her tongue teased the top of his ass, though, he drew in a breath and moved to turn.
“Trust me,” Julia said.
He stayed put, but both hands went up to the wall as he leaned forward a little to keep his face out of the direct spray. Water pounded the back of his neck and shoulders, the heat making tension hard to form. But not impossible. When Julia’s tongue eased along his crack, Graham’s muscles tightened again.
Her low laughter sent a shudder through him. His cock twitched and filled, stretching until the head tapped his belly. His hands skidded a little on the shower wall as his fingers curled.
Julia ran her hands over his butt and down to his thighs, then up again, her nails scratching. He felt the heat of her skin against his calves and gulped back a groan. She was…fuck, she was on her knees again. This time, behind him. Her mouth skimmed his ass and her teeth found the hypersensitive spot just below the curve of his cheeks.
Graham closed his eyes.
Julia teased his flesh with lips and teeth and tongue. She pushed his feet wider apart and in the next moment her mouth suckled his balls, one, then the other. Graham’s cry was too low to be heard over the sound of rushing water, but he felt it rumble, raw and powerful in his throat.
Her nose nudged him. At the touch of her tongue stroking and probing Graham couldn’t stop his hips from jerking forward. He felt rather than heard her sultry laugh against him, and the intimacy of it, the strangeness, shot fiery desire through his cock.
In the hours he’d spent thinking of her over the past year, Graham had imagined many things. The scent of her hair. The softness of her breasts. The taste of her pussy, and how it would clench down on him when he fucked her.
He’d never once imagined her tongue in his ass and her hand jerking him at the same time.
“Oh, fuck…” he muttered, pushing into her fist.
If he hadn’t come once already, he was sure he’d have been spent by now. Her tongue swirled and dipped along his body, finding places no woman had ever touched. Hell, places he’d never known he wanted to be touched.
“Mmm. You’re so hard.” She lightly bit the back of his thigh as her palm twisted on the head of his prick.
Graham couldn’t answer. Not coherently, anyway. Water sluiced over his face as he tipped it upward, eyes still closed. He opened his mouth, not to drink, but to fill it with something since he didn’t have her mouth or body to kiss.
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ssing her body against his, Julia got up. She put her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his back. His cock throbbed and leaped as she ran her hands over his belly but refused to touch it again. Water sluiced over them both and she pushed at his hips until he turned to face her.
“I’d like you to fuck me now,” she said.
Graham spat out the mouthful of water, hoping he’d have a voice to use. “Here?”
Julia shook her head. “No. On the bed.”
And with another of those low laughs that went straight to his dick, she got out of the shower without waiting to see if he would follow.
Graham wouldn’t know she was shaking, but she was. Julia stripped off the bed’s comforter and pillows, leaving the bed vast and empty and ready for them to fill it. Her hands smoothed along the sheets as she centered herself on the mattress.
She pressed her face to the cool sheets and closed her eyes. She knew he was there by the sound of his voice and the subtle scent of soap and water. She knew the picture she made, her ass in the air, inviting him. He’d be able to see her cunt from this angle. She hadn’t dried off after the shower, and her pussy would gleam not from water but from her own arousal.
She wanted him to see her that way. Open. Waiting.
“Condoms are in the makeup bag on the table.” Her voice was hoarse but not hesitant. She slid a hand between her legs to circle a fingertip on her clit. Slowly, softly, just teasing herself until he filled her.
This was how she liked it best. Knowing he would do as she told him and do it because he wanted to. Julia had never gone for whips and chains. Leashes, in her mind, were for dogs. She didn’t fuck dogs. She fucked men. Hard, strong men who weren’t afraid pleasing her made them soft.
She heard the crinkle of plastic and his low grunt. She smiled into the sheets and pushed her ass higher. Her clit pulsed under her fingers and she eased off. She didn’t want to make herself come just yet. She wanted him inside her when she did.
The bed dipped as he got behind her. His hands found their now-familiar place on her hips, and Julia bit her lower lip as she waited for him to push inside her. The condoms she’d brought were lubricated, though her cunt was wet enough to take him all the way without extra lube needed.
Graham’s cock nudged her, and he took a hand away to guide himself inside. They both groaned as he did. Julia arched to take all of him in, as deep as she could. She bit her lower lip again as he did, that lovely thick cock stretching her almost but not quite painfully. It had been too long since she’d had a man inside her instead of her fingers.
“Yes, that’s it,” she urged. “Fuck me. Harder.”
He moved, but too slowly. Testing her, perhaps, uncertain she could handle him. Julia pushed back against him, feeling her ass slap his belly.
“Harder.”
Graham’s hand tightened on her hip as he thrust. Still slow at first, then just as she’d asked. Hard and harder.
Julia lost herself in the pleasure. “Touch me.”
His hand moved around to stroke her clit, each thrust moving her cunt on his fingers until she could only clench her hands in the sheets and ride his cock as he fucked her. She’d already come hard on his tongue earlier. Her orgasm was slower to build this time, but Julia knew her body. This one was going to take the top of her head off.
Graham said her name in that low-deep, grumbly growl she’d adored from the first moment she’d heard it. His pace didn’t falter, not even when she rocked back and forth to meet each thrust. Every so often he added a simple twist of hip that had her gasping, then writhing.
“I thought about this for an entire year,” he said.
Julia had little breath for laughter. What trickled out was half a sigh, have a chuckle. “Oh, God. Me, too.”
His fingers tapped her clit, a Morse code of passion, the message unmistakable. Her cunt opened to him, easing each push and pull with her liquid heat. Julia moaned his name and it ended on a sobbing cry.
This wasn’t going to last long. A year of foreplay had made that impossible, and so had what they’d already done. But Julia had never believed longer automatically meant better. With the surge and roll of orgasm washing over her, all she could think of was how good he felt inside her.
She came with a hoarsely muffled shout, her face buried in the sheets they’d rumpled. She put her hand over Graham’s to stop him from stroking. Pulsing pleasure shuddered through her. “Slower,” she said, and he slowed.
Julia lifted her head from the pillows and pushed back against him. His cock throbbed inside her. Each breath she drew brought the scent of him and their fucking to her, and she shuddered.
She looked over her shoulder at his face, taut with desire. Sweat gleamed along his hairline. He rocked his hips slowly inside her, and she could see the effort it cost him.
“Graham, I want to get on top.”
He nodded and slipped out of her with a hand on the base of his cock to keep the condom in place. Julia, her breath coming more easily as the pleasure of her climax dissipated, punched the pillows into place so he’d have something to lean against, and she gestured for him to trade places with her.
With Graham propped on the pillows, she straddled him and slid down onto his prick with a sigh. The entire switch had taken only a few seconds, but when her heat enfolded him he let out a groan and thrust upward. In this position his cock rubbed her just behind the pubic bone, and Julia bit her lip at the sensation.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” she said.
There was no point in making him do that other than the pleasure it shot to her clit to watch him obey. He did without a second thought, those big hands gripping the wooden spokes of the fancy headboard the way she’d clung to the metal bar. She remembered suddenly the sight of his face bisected by the dark cloth, how full his mouth had been and how she’d wondered about the color of his eyes. He arched when she lifted herself, then slid down his erection. She did it again, then again, as she leaned forward and her hair fell around her face.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Harder now. Oh…God…”
He moved up as she moved down, and the wet slap of their bodies meeting pushed pleasure through her. It seemed unlikely that she could come again and even more impossible that she could stop herself. Her nails dug into his hips as they rocked and thrust, and Julia lost herself in the feeling of being filled.
Her orgasm tingled this time, not roaring, but it was delicious just the same. She gasped out his name, urging him to come with her. Giving him permission. And then, demanding. And again, he obeyed. With a deep groan he thrust into her one last time.
When their breathing eased, she leaned to kiss his lips, tasting of salt. He let go of the headboard to hold her. They breathed together until she rolled off him with a sated sigh. Graham turned on his side to spoon her. He kissed her shoulder, his hands resting lightly on her belly. She thought lazily about reaching to pull up the blanket, but before she could say a word, Graham had done so.
“You’re very good,” she murmured, wanting sleep.
He paused before answering. “At…?”
“Fucking me.” She laughed a little. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” He didn’t sound as sleepy as she felt.
Julia yawned and snuggled farther into his embrace. “Giving me what I want.”
More silence, this time so long the doubts tried to rear up again. Julia did her best to push them aside. Now wasn’t the time. They’d had amazing sex, and tomorrow, she’d leave to go home. That was all this had been. The consummation of a dream.
“I’m glad.”
She yawned again. “You can stay, if you like.”
At first she was sure he’d decline, and she braced himself to believe his excuse, no matter what it was. “Thanks.”
He held her closer. His breathing slowed. Julia, warm beneath the blankets and deliciously worn out from the sex, began to drift into dreams.
“Why did you walk away?”
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Sleep fled. She tensed but forced herself to relax at once. She thought of several answers but in the end decided to trust him with the truth. “I was afraid.”
“Of me?”
“Of me,” she said.
Graham kissed her shoulder again. They rested in silence for a bit until he spoke again. “And now? Something changed your mind, Julia. Something gave you a reason to e-mail me.”
“I didn’t know you’d offer to take me to dinner,” she said with a small laugh. “It’s just chance and coincidence I had the layover, you know. I wasn’t planning on meeting you here.”
His arms tightened on her. “But when you knew you were going to stay overnight, you e-mailed me.”
Julia shifted in his arms. Her ass pressed neatly into his groin, and though she couldn’t imagine him being able to get hard again so soon, she felt him stir a little against her. “I did.”
“So, what changed?”
“I wanted my cake,” she said honestly. “I knew what I wanted and I guess…I wasn’t afraid to have it anymore.”
His voice was amused. “I’m your cake?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I’m bad for you, but you want me anyway?”
She thought for a moment before answering. “I thought what I wanted…what I liked…was bad for me. It was the only reason I could think of for why I couldn’t ever find what I wanted with any man. That it was wrong to want it. That’s what I meant. That’s what I was afraid of. That’s why,” she said softly, “I didn’t fuck you a year ago.”
“My friends,” Graham said, surprising her, “have this idea about what makes a man a man. Most of them think they’re good ole boys, you know? Macho. They like to brag about getting head but never about how they spent an hour using their mouths on a woman. Their entire idea of themselves is wrapped up in this…image.”
“A lot of people are like that.”
Graham’s fingers played on her belly. “Are you?”
“I never liked to think I was,” Julia said and turned to face him, their heads sharing a pillow. “Are you?