by kj lewis
“That’s right, baby,” Becca kisses him. Proud of her man.
“Also,” he adds, “that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say a curse word.”
Despite the fact I know what he says is true, I’m still steaming and everyone knows it. We ride in an uncomfortable silence until Lucy can’t take it anymore.
“‘Dick’ is a curse word?”
There’s a second of silence before a burst of laughter. Graham pulls Lucy into a hug and just like that my ire is forgotten.
I have to get some running in today or I am going to be an entire week behind schedule. Grabbing a leash for Bruiser, I pull up the playlist I run to and we head to the beach. The weather is perfect for running. Despite my mind going in several directions, I’m finally able to set a pace. I let Bruiser off his leash. He enjoys running into the water and chasing birds as they flit across the sand.
I received a text from Colleen earlier telling me that Graham had contacted her about my services. She didn’t correct him or accept his offer. She wanted to go in the direction I sent her. I know that I need to correct him, but it ruffles my feathers that I even have to. On the one hand, Graham already feels comfortable to me. Familiar. On the other, he still thinks I sleep around for money. Guess we still have some things to learn about each other.
One thing I know is that he’s a contradiction. He’s soft and tender with me one minute and dominating and harsh the next. If I’m being honest, I must say I like both sides. Who would have thought? I’m usually so strong minded and self-sufficient, but I do like giving over some control to him. But I am certainly not telling him that.
Bruiser and I hit mile six. I take a minute to give him some water from my bottle and a chance to cool off. We turn and head back to the house. We’re only a couple of miles away when we see Graham coming our way.
“You getting a run in?” I ask, breathlessly pulling out my earbuds and taking a swig of water, pouring a little more for Bruiser. “Good boy,” I praise him. Standing I look at Graham for his answer. He’s wearing gym shorts and no shirt. I could work out for hours each day and still not look like he does. The definition in his muscles is remarkable.
“Thought I would see if you want some company,” he laughs. He’s caught me checking him out.
His laugh is attached directly to my sex. It must be because it shows a side that so few get to see. He seems reserved and guarded except for times like this spent with his family. There’s a part of me that loves the fact he shows this side of himself to me. I wonder what he has been like with his previous girlfriends.
“Bruiser is keeping me company, but I would love some more. I was headed back towards the house. Is that okay or do you want to run some more?”
“I’m good. Let’s head back.” We start the last few miles back to the house at a leisurely pace, neither speaking for several minutes. He rubs his hand over my ass. “I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of you.” He gives it a slap and then grabs my hand, slowing us to a walk.
“Well, you’re gonna. Because I’m not having sex with you on the beach,” I announce like that is his intention. “Do you know how many girls think sex on the beach is sexy, only to leave with a horrible infection because they got sand in their honey pot?” I pause. “As Jules calls it,” I add for clarification.
“So,” I continue, testing the waters, “how many times have you said that to someone and how long did it take you to get your fill?” I pull on his hand leading us to the water’s edge.
“I’ve never said that to a girl, Emelia. Then again, I’ve never dated anyone like you before. Actually, date isn’t a very accurate word. I don’t date.”
“Colleen said your girls never walk next to you in public, why is that?”
He doesn’t answer at first. We walk a bit more. “What is it you’re looking for Emelia?”
“I have no expectations, Graham. I’m not looking for anything, but I do need a level of honesty and respect, and you are sending an awful lot of mixed signals. If you want something akin to a one-night stand, I’d like to know up front.”
“I don’t date or do relationships. I fuck. The girls I’m with understand the rules and what is expected of them. I don’t want there to be any confusion of what this is.” He struggles to put a term to it. “Call it more of an affair than dating. Affairs run a course. They don’t walk next to me in public because I don’t want them to. They are submitting to me and part of that is to be only available to me. Not to anyone else.”
“So, you’re into being a dominant?”
“No, Emelia. I’m not. I am in charge when we are in the bedroom and I enjoy toys and games, but I’m not into playrooms, canes, and crosses that everyone enjoys reading about these days.”
“Seen, not heard, then?” I interject.
“On some levels, yes,” he answers unapologetically. “No hassles. Their role in the affair is to please me, and in doing so I bring pleasure to them.” As if to add more insight, he continues. “My life is hectic enough. I don’t need the complications a relationship brings. I want someone who understands that. They understand what I want them to bring to the table, full control of them, and they understand what I bring to the table.”
“That being?”
“Money. Connections. Status. Whatever they might need at the time to further them into their next step.”
“How do you ever know someone’s true intentions?”
“Because I am very forthcoming about my expectations and what I want. I know going into any affair what it is they expect in return. And if they please me, I will please them in return. Whatever that might be. I also don’t get involved with someone without an extensive background check.” That explains all the info he had on me.
I nod but I don’t say anything. I’m still absorbing this. It’s at odds with the man I have come to know in a short amount of time.
“I want that with you, Emelia.”
“That doesn’t work for me, Graham.” I might as well be honest from the beginning. “I don’t want to mislead you.” I stop and look him in the eye. “I will never be okay being behind you. Not because I want to be in front of you. I want to be beside you for every step. That’s the only relationship I’m looking for. I don’t think I’m the girl for you.” I squeeze his hand and start up the five steps from the beach to the house. I whistle for Bruiser to follow me to the house.
We make our way into the kitchen. There’s a note letting us know that everyone ran to the market to get supplies for grilling out and movie night. I grab a Diet Coke and make my way to my room when Graham’s arm comes around me from behind. His lips pull on my ear and he kisses down my neck. His other hand finds my breast as he begins to knead it, causing my nipples to pucker.
“You’re exactly the girl for me,” he whispers. It hits me that he’s attracted to me even though he thinks I’m a high priced hooker. Is it because I would be a professional? He would definitely have no hassles from me. I’m ending this back and forth over my being for sale once and for all.
He moves my jogging bra up releasing my breasts. His hand moves from one to the other, testing their weight in his hand. He pulls on my nipples, ending with a pinch, then starts the process again. Just like when we were on the stairs.
I set my drink down and raise one of my hands to rest behind his head. Running my fingers through his hair as his tongue continues to taste the salt from my body. I move my other hand behind me and run it up and down his now hardened shaft. He moans against my throat. I turn facing him and initiate a kiss that lets him know that I want him. Now!
I lift myself into his arms and wrap my legs around him. I remove my top, arching my back to give his lips unconstrained access to my breasts. He carries me to the stairs. We’re half way up them when he stops. Are we ever going to make it to the bedroom?
“Bedroom,” I instruct.
He smiles. “We’re going to finish what we started.” He sets me down on the step never breaking his impassioned kiss. “I
’ve wanted inside you since the first night I met you on the plane,” he says kissing down my body, removing my running shorts as he goes. He deposits them in his back pocket, and stands there, drinking me in. After several long breaths, I grow wetter between my legs as his eyes feast over me. When they meet mine, they are a midnight blue. He’s taller. Despotic. This is dominant Graham.
“Turn around.” It’s a command. One I know he intends for me to follow.
Slowly, I turn my back to him. He’s two steps below me. Making me a good inch taller than him. I can feel his eyes on me. He reaches out and runs his hand from the top of my spine to the top of my bottom. He takes his time rubbing his hand over each buttock to the arch of my ass, testing its weight like he did my breast. His soft touch stimulates a moan from me.
“Spread your legs.”
Without hesitation, I do. His hands continue their journey, pausing to run over the outside of my sex, teasing me. He inserts his finger, pad up, at the top of my folds and slowly moves it back until he finds my entrance, sliding it in and out.
“God, you’re so wet. That pleases me, Emelia.”
It delights me that he is pleased—and that shocks me. Right then, I know that I am in over my head. He takes a step up. Standing one step below me, he’s just a couple inches taller than me now. I can feel him down the back side of me. He pulls his finger out of me and runs it over my lips, placing it on my tongue, “Suck”.
I move my hands to wrap around his and slowly move his finger in and out of my mouth. I bite the end, warranting me a light slap on the ass.
“Let go,” he trains.
Pulling me tighter against him, he moves one hand across my chest and the other to my sex. Kissing the back of my neck, his fingers enter me from the front this time. I copy his stance and move my arm over his across my chest, my fingers lacing with his, both of us kneading my breast. My other hand moves slowly from his elbow and down his arm. My fingers lightly skip across his. I entwine mine with his, both of us pleasuring me. A deep moan falls off my lips, and I deliberately slide a finger inside me along with his.
“God, Emelia. I have to have you. Right now,” he says, as if all control has broken.
Pushing on the small of my back he bends me over, so my knees go down to the step. He places my hands on the stairs above me. From this position I can see him below me. He pulls something from his pocket before pulling his shorts down and runs his hands up and down his imposing length. He rolls on a condom. Positioning himself over me he runs his dick back and forth over my sex. I lift my ass higher in the air, trying to entice him to take me.
“Graham, please,” I beg. He is driving me crazy. I can hear his light chuckle.
“So impatient,” he torments. Finally, just when I think he isn’t going to give me what I want, he slams inside of me. I let out a cry of surprise and discomfort. My breath catches.
“Emelia?”
He doesn’t move. His breathing is labored. I groan. It feels so deep and so amazing. It takes me a minute to acclimate to the intrusion.
“Emelia,” he says, stronger this time.
“Just fuck me, Graham. Please.”
“Emelia, when’s the last time…”
I cut off his question. “You’re my first.”
I pull off his length a bit and slam back on him. My movements mobilize him, and he begins an arduous pace. From this angle, I can see him moving in and out of me. It’s mesmerizing to watch and it turns me on. I’m giving as good as I’m getting, and I know I won’t last long. I continue to push back against him. He pops my ass, and I tighten around him.
“Control, Emelia.”
But I don’t have any experience at controlling it. I want him too badly, and I quicken my pace. His hand slides around me and applies pressure to my clit sending me off into an orgasm that causes my arms to buckle. I would have hit my head if Graham hadn’t caught me. Three more hard thrusts and he’s coming. He continues to move in and out of me, riding his orgasm out. Eventually he collapses over me. Both of us are trying to catch our breath. We stay like this for several minutes.
Pulling out of me, he stands, removing his condom. Knotting it, he pulls his shorts up and lifts me into his arms. Climbing the rest of the steps up, he maneuvers us to his bedroom, kicking the door closed. He lowers me onto his bed pulling the sheet and comforter back. He pulls his shorts off and climbs over me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Emelia, you let me think…”
“I didn’t let you think anything. You came to your own conclusions that you seemed bent on believing, and I chose not to correct you.”
“That’s semantics and you know it. I never would have… I can’t believe you let me take you on the stairs like that.”
“Graham.” I say his name to get his attention placing my hands on each side of his face. Pulling his face to mine, I implore him, “make love to me.”
I kiss him with every ounce of feeling and forgiveness that I have. Just when I think he isn’t going to respond, he pulls me into his arms and returns my kiss with a slow possession.
Laying me back down on the bed, he says my name in supplication. Skillfully, his hands chart my body, learning each crevice. The slow trails he makes drive me crazy. I move my body under him, showing my impatience. He smiles and continues taking his time.
“So impatient.” He runs his fingers through my trimmed pubic hair and teases the outside of my sex. I am so amped up by his touch that it’s enough to have me curving off the bed.
“Please, Graham,” I plead.
I can’t take much more of this, when finally his hand lifts my breast to his mouth. His other hand lays a trail from the middle of my breast to my stomach, across the outside of my sex, and finds a home inside of me. It’s still not what I want. He concedes a little and adds another finger to allow me some of the fullness I crave. I voice my appreciation. I can feel his approval. Sensing my body responding to his ministrations and feeling how close I am, he pulls his fingers out, licking two of them clean and putting the third one in my mouth.
“See how good you taste, Emelia.”
I nod. An aroused moan escapes my lips.
“That is for me. Me only. Do you understand?”
I nod again.
“Answer me.” He stops all movements and his eyes lock with mine. He’s stern, unyielding. When I don’t answer right away, he grabs my hands holding them above my head and positions himself between my legs.
“I promise you I’ve been checked and I’m clean. I want to be inside you with nothing between us. Is that okay? It’s okay to say no.”
“Yes. I trust you Graham.”
“What about birth control?” he asks.
“I’m good, remember?” He acknowledges the previous comment made at breakfast, and I can tell he has questions, but this isn’t the time for them and he moves on.
“Can I show you what your first time should have been like Emelia?” In response to my nod, he slowly and gently enters me, filling me with the fullness I crave. I lift off the bed, my pleasure vocal. He begins to move slowly and precisely as my hips raise to meet his. Gently and with care, he makes love to me.
I am just reaching climax when he slows his movements and stills.
“Only mine. Do you understand?” He comes back to his unanswered question.
When I don’t answer again, he rotates his hips to hit a sweet spot inside me that has me clawing his hands. He trails kisses down my neck and back up again. Rotating his hips one more time, I catch on. He’s not going to let me come unless I agree. His tongue moves up the base of my throat, his lips finding mine. His kiss is searing and forceful. Possessive. He bites my lip hard. The combination of the softness and hardness of his kisses pushes me over the edge, and I finally answer him.
“Yes.”
“Yes what Emelia?”
“Yes. Only you.”
“Because?”
Because? What does h
e mean because?
“Graham,” I say hoping it will satisfy him.
“Why only me, Emelia? Who do you belong to?”
“I’m no one’s.” I try to return his kiss.
“Wrong. You belong to me. Me only. No one else has been where I have been. You are mine.” He punctuates the last three words with the rotation of his hips, hitting my sweet spot again and again. His possession confuses me. If I wasn’t a virgin, would he have felt this way? I’m building again, and this time he lets me. He glides in and out of me, picking up his momentum. Despite my confusion, there is a connection between us that I can’t deny.
“Look at me,” he insists.
His orgasm is set off by mine. I can feel him coming inside me. The sensation is like no other. My sex pulses around him in response, causing him to jump inside me. We lay there, trying to catch our breaths. I think he is as shocked by the connection as I am.
Our breathing finally slows. Graham kisses me lovingly and pulls out of me. I wince. Without a word he stands, pulling me up with him. We make our way into his shower, turn on the water, and settle in. He runs his hand across a panel and it opens, revealing a sound system. After he hits a few buttons, “You Got What I Need” starts to play through the speakers. He places soft kisses on my body while he washes me. We’re a few words into the next song when I reciprocate, washing him with the same care he’s shown me. He leans his head down for me to rinse out the conditioner. I kiss his chest and playfully suck his nipple. He likes this.
Our hands explore each other, and he drops to his knees in front of me. He moves his lips up my thigh, using his chin to push against my legs, indicating he wants me to open for him. I comply. He buries his nose in the apex of my thighs, and his tongue begins to work its magic on me. It takes little time before my legs are giving way to another explosive orgasm. Who knew it could be like this?
Holding me up, he makes his way up my body, pushing his against mine, and sinks into me. My body easily accepts his even though soreness has set in. I wrap my legs around him, the water running over us, and his body moves to the beat of the music.