Page 61 of His Determined Bear

“Same baby. You have no idea. I’ve been dreaming about you in my arms again. It’s been too long.” The longing in his voice was unmistakeable. Then his voice got all deep and gravelly. “Those were not the only dreams I had.”

My stomach swooped and my cock perked up.

“Do tell.”

“Does my sexy mate want to hear about all the dirty things running through my mind?”

I groaned and nodded like he could see me.

“I’ve had a lot of time to come up with all the different thing I can do to make you beg me to let you come.”

Six fucking weeks. It was too long to be away from Graham. I was tired of it.

I moaned, “Do feel free to tell me what those thoughts are?” I fell against the couch and bit my lower lip, anticipating the words that Graham was about to speak.

“What? Here? Can’t you hear the hustle and bustle of the traffic at the airport? Are you trying to get me arrested before I get to you?”

I sighed. “I thought I would have you with me in a few hours, since I have to wait, how about you give me something to keep me going until you get here.”

“Damn, Baby. You’re already making me horny. You know I would do anything for you.” Give me a sec.” I sunk down into the sofa cushion and braced myself. After six weeks of no sex, I needed some kind of help. “Are you still there?”

“Anxiously waiting,” I teased.

“Well, I can tell you that the first thing I’m going to do is stroke your cock until your eyes roll into the back of your head. Can you feel that, Cooper? I’m stroking you ever so slowly, but you’re begging me for more.”

Right into the foreplay? Fuck. I cupped the crotch of my pants, and my cock pressed firmly against my zipper. “I feel it, Graham.”

“Then once you’re moans are, echoing throughout the living room, I’ll stop.”

“You’ll stop?” I gasped.

He chuckled. “Only getting you primed, babe. Then I’ll push you down to your knees and have you suck my dick so hard. You really have missed me, haven’t you?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” I growled.

“You will have me begging for mercy. I want to fuck you so badly, Cooper. You better be prepared for me.”

“I’m ready,” I gasped. “Just get here before I explode.”

“I” ll go down on you so hard….” He stopped talking, and my jaw dropped.

“Then what? Graham?”

“Cooper, I’m sorry, but they just called for the flight. I’ll be there in a few hours. We’ll be able to do this in real-time. Love you.”

“Love you, too. See you soon!”

I disconnected the call and grinned, but my cock ached for him. I would need to take one cold shower to fix this problem.

* * *

I jerked awake and shifted on the couch. I pulled myself up and just laid there. “Graham! Oh my God, Graham!” I glanced at my watch. He should have been at the airport over an hour ago, and I had fallen asleep. I jumped up from the couch and grabbed my phone from the table. I had several missed calls and texts, most of them from Graham. I started to pull up his name, then frowned. There was a unique smell wafting through the house. “Cooking?”

I walked from the living room and to the kitchen, and that’s when I saw Graham at the stove. He looked over at me and grinned. “Hello, sleepyhead.” He stepped away from the stove and walked over to me. I covered my face and shook my head.

“I guess that dirty talk got me all hot and bothered, exhausting me and tossing me into a deep sleep.”

Graham snickered and shrugged. “I forgive you. I slept on the flight.”

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