Page 155 of Until Joy

“Test it how?”

“Make sure it's sturdy.” I started working on the buttons of his shirt, then he helped me take it off and I threw it on the floor. “Make sure it can handle whatever we might want to do on it.”

Graham's eyes went dark. “Joy...”

“Plus, I want to christen every new piece of furniture in the house, starting with the sofa.”

“And the new chairs?”

“Absolutely.”

Graham's hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and he paused. “What’s this?”

I pulled my shirt over my head, then dropped it to the floor beside his. Graham's breath caught as his eyes traveled over my body, studying the red corset.

“My God, Joy,” he murmured. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you.” I ran my hands over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. “All mine.”

“All yours,” he agreed, his voice rough.

I kissed him again, pouring all my love and desire into the connection of our lips. His hands roamed my bare shoulders, tracing patterns on my skin, but he continued to let me set the pace.

When I finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard.

“I want to love you,” I whispered against his ear. “Right here on our new sofa.”

Graham's hands tightened on my waist. “Baby, we can do whatever you want.”

“I want you naked.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

I climbed off his lap long enough for him to shed the rest of his clothes, then pushed him back against the plush cushions. The new sofa was perfect for this, deep enough that we had plenty of room to move.

I took my time exploring his body, pressing kisses to his chest, his shoulders, that sensitive spot on his neck that always made him groan. I knelt down on the new soft area rug between his legs.

I wrapped my hand around his length, feeling him pulse against my palm. The look in his eyes when I leaned forward made my stomach flutter with anticipation. I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, then let my tongue trace along the ridge, savoring the way he groaned my name.

His hands fisted in my hair, not controlling but grounding himself as I took him deeper into my mouth. The taste of him, the way his breathing hitched when I found that sensitive spot just beneath the head, made me feel powerful and desired all at once. I worked him slowly, using my tongue and lips to drive him higher, loving the way his thighs tensed beneath my hands.

Graham’s breathing became ragged, punctuated by low growls that sent heat spiraling through me. I could feel him getting close, his control starting to fray at the edges. But then his hands were suddenly cupping my face, gently pulling me away from him. When I looked up, his eyes were dark with desire and something deeper.

“Come here,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “I want to be inside you when I lose control.”

He peeled my panties down my legs with reverent care, his eyes never leaving mine. When I was completely bare, he pulled me back onto his lap, and we both groaned at the skin-to-skin contact.

“I need you,” I breathed.

“Then take me.”

He pulled me up, and I pulled out the condom that I’d hidden between the sofa cushions. Graham watched me roll it down his length, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

When I positioned myself over him and sank down slowly, we both cried out at the perfect fit.

“God, you feel incredible,” Graham gasped.

I started to move, finding a rhythm that had us both gasping. The new sofa was perfect for this, supporting us without being too soft or too firm. Every time I rolled my hips, Graham's hands gripped me tighter.