Page 21 of Fake Dating the Silver Fox

A thrill runs down my spine. My writer is a dirty talker. I should have known.

Our mouths meet in a crash of urgency. Tongues meet and explore greedily, and our hands join in on the action. I peel off my wet shirt, and Graham slips off his shoes.

Piece by piece, we discard every article of clothing we have on. We only stop kissing long enough to shrug out of shirts and unzip pants. Our mouths are fused together, and before I know it, we are naked and tangled together on Graham’s bed.

Graham makes true on his promise of kissing me all over. His lips are hot and hungry, teasing and tasting every inch of my body. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, then the other. His hot, wet tongue lavishes my breasts, driving me into a frenzy of need.

My hips buck, and my fists clutch the comforter. I’ve never been more eager in my life. Need pulses through me. I’m a quivering mess as Graham rolls off me, leaving me wanting more.

He’s back a moment later, a condom clutched in his hand. I snatch it from him and tear it open with my teeth. He takes the packet back from me and tosses it onto the dresser.

“We aren’t quite ready for that, yet.”

He leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft and warm, molding perfectly against mine. A thrill runs through me every time he kisses me.

His five-o’clock shadow scrapes against my cheek. The contrast between his rough beard scruff and soft lips creates the most delicious sensation. Every pass of his bearded chin across my skin makes me feel more alive, more sensitive to his touch.

I want this night to last forever. It might be the only one we’ve got.

He trails kisses down my neck, licking at the hollow of my throat. “I don’t know what you like.”

“Your tongue on my nipple.” My voice is gravelly with need.

He inhales deeply against the crook of my neck and shoulder. “It does something to me when you get bossy.”

“Something good?”

“Something very good.”

He places open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against the tops of my breasts. I thread my fingers through his hair, delighting in the thick, wavy strands.

His tongue drags across one nipple, then the other, lavishing them both with attention that only makes me greedy for more.

He takes his time, kissing and sucking my nipples until I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. My breath comes in short little pants, and my back arches to give him better access.

Dragging his hand down my belly, he slides his palm between my legs and groans. “You feel amazing.”

The hot, hard brand of his cock presses against my hip. I slide my hands down his back and palm his ass.

He feels amazing, too.

Wefeel amazing.

He surprises a squeal out of me as he scoops me up and flips our positions. I’m sprawled on top of him, and his hands are on my hips, urging me up his body.

“Sit on my face.” He slides down on the bed so he’s lying flat.

“I’ll suffocate you.”

“God, I hope so.”

I make a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan as he grasps my waist and positions me where he wants me. There’s no choice but to straddle his head with my knees.

He yanks me down onto his mouth, swiping his tongue through my wetness. A gasp tears from my throat as the angle of his tongue hits perfectly against my sensitive flesh.

I flatten my hands against the headboard and lean forward, giving him more access.

“Yes.”

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