Page 156 of Just for the Cameras
Sex. With. Graydon.
But I am so ready. He was so remorseful for hurting me, and right now, I don’t feel anything but desire for this man. He could have kept his distance, but he sought me out. Made me hear him.Showed me how he had heard me.How could I not want him?
I run my hands down his ribs, his lungs sucking in a breath, tightening his muscles as I lower my hands even farther, to the waistband of his jeans. His mouth continues to take charge, his tongue luxuriously driving into mine, tangling, dancing, so I bring my hands to the front of his jeans, and I undo them, just enough to push them down over his ass.
He continues to make out with me, his mouth never leaving mine, so I slide my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and run them along his firm ass.
“Fuck,” he breathes against me, pausing for a moment, so I take advantage of it and slide my thumbs forward, over the V in his hips and right above his hard-on. “Maple,” he says darkly, a warning on his tongue that I don’t bother to acknowledge. I push down on his briefs, wanting them to fall off, but he doesn’t give. He lifts up before I can make the move and stares down at me.
My eyes fall to the massive bulge in his briefs, my nerves getting the best of me as I come to terms with the fact that it’s been a really long freaking time since I’ve done this, and I’m about to be with easily the hottest, most attractive, and probably most experienced man I’ve ever kissed.
“Don’t,” he says, probably noticing the worry in my brow.
“It’s…it’s been a long time,” I say, embarrassment staining my cheeks.
He leans down again, kissing my forehead, then my cheeks, my nose, and my lips, keeping it a light kiss before he presses his forehead to mine and quietly says, “If it makes you feel better, this is the first time I’ve ever been with someone I care about, that I have feelings for.” His nose lightly rubs against mine. “I’m just as nervous.”
And if I wasn’t sure how much I liked this man, I’m pretty aware now, because the way he so easily just soothed my nerves, with a simple confession, I know that I want this. That I want him, and no amount of time will stop me from wanting him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, bring him closer, and then hungrily lock his lips with mine, devouring him while he works his hands to my pants, undoing them and tugging on them. He lifts just enough to pull them all the way off, leaving me in just my underwear and bra.
He pauses for a moment, staring down at me, his eyes feasting.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says in awe, his gaze roaming. “Fuck, I’m so lucky.”
The worth he makes me feel, like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, does me in.
I sit up on my knees and his arms automatically wrap around my waist, one of his hands traveling down to cup my ass right before his lips find my neck, his teeth nibbling at the column, heightening the thrill inside me.
Wanting him to lose his clothes as well, I push down on his jeans, and he pauses on sucking my neck for a second so he can take off his shoes, socks, and jeans, only to cup my ass again, pick me up, and turn so he’s sitting on the bed, my center rubbing over his erection. He leans back on my pillow, and I straddle his lap as I drag my hands up the planes of his pecs, memorizing every contour while I slowly move my hips over him, making his eyes fill with lust.
He rubs his teeth over the corner of his mouth as he fists the strap of my thong with one hand and then moves his other hand up to the clasp of my bra. He pauses for a second, waiting for me to stop him.But there is no way I’m stopping this, so he undoes the clasp. His eyes immediately go to my chest, but instead of taking my bra off right away, I let it hang loosely, barely covering me. That seems to drive him nuts as he grips my thong tighter, the feel of the fabric cutting into my skin, turning me on even more as he restrains himself from ripping it off completely.
I lean down, grip his jaw, and tilt his head up to meet mine, letting my tongue slide over his lips while my bra slowly slides down my arms until it’s completely off. Keeping my mouth on his and dancing our tongues together, I slide my bra off and let my hardened nipples lightly drag over his chest.
He groans into my mouth and brings his hand up to cup my breast, his thumb instantly swiping over my nipple, the heat in my body turning into an inferno from the touch of another human, something I didn’t realize I missed until this moment—now I feel crazed for more.
I release his mouth and kiss down his neck to his collarbone as he releases me and lets me slide down his body. I run my tongue along his pecs, over his nipple, and then down his stomach, my nipples grazing across his skin while my mouth glides over every single one of his abs until I reach the waistband of his briefs.
I glance up at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I slip my fingers along the waistband and drag the fabric down, letting his erection spring up his stomach, the heat in my body prickling all over my skin as I take in just how large he is.
Jesus.
I remove his boxer briefs completely and then grip his thighs, letting my thumbs slide inward. I watch in fascination as his cock twitches over his stomach, seeking out any kind of touch.
Insecurity tries to take over my thoughts, but I push it aside because he would not be that hard if he wasn’t interested, nor would he be looking at me the way that he is if he didn’t want this. So I start kissing uphis thigh, over the V in his hips and his stomach, letting my cheek graze across his length.
He lets out a deep groan as I slide my mouth just over the top, never touching, so I can kiss the other side of his stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his legs spreading. “I want that mouth, beautiful,” he says encouragingly, and it spurs me on.
I wet my lips and then run my palm over his length, only to angle him up and press my lips to his tip, where I gently suck him into my mouth.
“Jesus…Christ,” he growls, his hand falling to my cheek as he watches me with an adoring look in his eyes.
His rapture only heightens my arousal. I can feel a thrumming sensation between my legs, pulsing up into my stomach as I bring him deeper into my mouth, my good hand that’s not braced gripping his length and pumping.
“Shit,” he says breathlessly as he shifts beneath me.
