3. Hitting it

Graham placed a gentle grip on my hand and, without a word, led me through the bar to a tiny corridor that took us straight to his suite.

I was drunk, but very much aware of everything going on around me, and God bear me witness,

I wanted it all.

Once he shut the door to his suite behind us, he backed me against it.

Hands braced on either side of my head, he fastened his teeth on the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder, sucking at my skin with just enough pressure to make me gasp.

Desire and anticipation burst inside me. “K!ss me,” I almost pleaded, my words floating breathy into the quiet room.

There was a small hitch in his breathing, then he obliged with a maddening, seductive kiss that delivered several soft, tantalizing nips to my full lower lip.

My mouth opened; I swept my tongue over his, tasting, demanding.

It’s the first time I’ve k!ssed anyone other than Jeffery, and it's the best k!ss of my life.

Graham plastered his body against mine, and the world disappeared, leaving only the seduction of his talented mouth, the pressure of his torso, and the unyielding erection notched between my legs.

Aroused beyond what I could term normal, I arched against him, grinding my waist as our mouths danced and melded.

He shuddered and tore his mouth from mine.

“Tell me what you want?” he groaned.

"You."

"Me what, Catalina?"

His voice was low, and the way he said my name sent tremors racing one after the other through my body before settling in my wet, needy s*x.

“I want you inside me,” I shamelessly muttered, yanking his shirt up to slide my hands along his ribs, exploring the sweet muscles.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked in a strained voice.

One of his big hands slid under the loose edge of my top to cup my moulds, while the thumb and forefinger closed over my buds with enough pressure to make my eyelids droop.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Now, please.”

“Sh!t,” he groaned and plucked my pebbled buds.

The touch was hard enough to make me whimper but light enough to make me want more as I fumbled with his belt buckle and button fly, my fingers brushing his hard length.

“F*ckkkk!” He groaned on a sharp inhale.

He reached for the button and inch-long zipper of my jeans, working them down along with the scrap of lace functioning as my underwear.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of one leg of my jeans, breathing fast and shallow.

His gaze roamed over my exposed body as he pushed his jeans just below the swell of his a$$, pulled out a c0nd0m, and strapped it over his shaft.

Then his mouth was back on mine, the kiss heated and very demanding.

His hands clamped down on my hips, holding me still while his mouth muffled the little pleading noises rippling from my throat as he unrelentingly plunged into me.

Nothing prepared me for his size as it stretched my swollen, sensitive tissue.

One more slick glide had him seated to the hilt.

I felt deliciously stretched and tried to adjust to his length.

A few moments passed without movement; I opened my eyes to see the concern in his glowing eyes.

“You’re tight, Catalina. Are you okay?” he asked, restraint and veins etched into his face.

“Yes, so good,” I whispered, my hands circling his back.

He withdrew and slid back in, his broad shaft chafing millions of newly awakened nerve endings inside me.

The slow stroke brought him tight against me and forced a sound from my throat, one I’ve never made in my entire life.

He did it again, and again, then my senses contracted until all I knew was the thrusts into me, the pressure of his chest against my moulds and the ever-tightening pleasure in my pelvis.

I have no idea s£x could feel this good.

As if from a distance, I heard light, desperate cries.

“Shh,” he said, his voice strained as he linked our hands and pressed them against the door.

I really didn't mean to make noises. I never used to, but I was about to come apart.

My legs were shaking, my heart pounding painfully against my ribcage, and my buds and cl!t swollen, throbbing bundles of aching nerves.

I simply couldn't help it.

He took my mouth again, and when he angled a big hand between our bodies and rolled my cl!t with his fingers, every nerve ending in my body burst into flames.

I threw my head back in reckless abandon against the door while fisting my hands on his broad shoulders, desperate for any solid ground as the waves crested.

A deep stroke coupled with a firm touch on my cl!t was all it took for me to explode.

I pulled my head forward to lean on his shoulder, stifling my cry of gratitude as I rode down from my first ever 0rg@sm.

Graham kept the same steady, hard rhythm, one arm hoisting my thigh to his hipbone.

With my eyes closed, arms around his neck and my forehead on his shoulder, each ardent stroke triggered delicious aftershocks.

Gosh, I’ve never felt s£xier in my entire life.

One last thrust buried him to the hilt, his c0ck throbbing within me.

I opened my eyes to watch him grit his teeth and shudder hard, as ecstasy took him.

Trembling and panting, I felt an unexpected surge of emotion and intimate connection when he rested his damp forehead on mine.

His hot, swollen lips brushed first my cheek, then my mouth as he slowly subsided against me.

After a moment, he disengaged our bodies, pulled up his jeans, and stepped away to toss the c0d0m into a trash can in the room.

Without his big body sheltering mine, vulnerability swept through me, and the reality of what I've done came crashing into me.

So, I hurriedly yanked my jeans back into place, and before he could get back, I picked up my shoes and ran.