Page 23 of You & I, Rewritten

“These photos are gorgeous.”Graham, now in my room, is standing in front of the gallery wall I put together. “Did you take all of these?” I shut and lock the door—you never know with Klair—and turn to face him, feeling the intense need for him spike again.

“Do you really want to talk about photography right now?” I cock my head at him, my voice may be soft but my intent couldn’t be any louder. I cross the room, never breaking eye contact with him, until I am once again standing directly in front of Graham, his scent enveloping me once more. “Because I don’t want to talk about photography right now.” I slide my hands up his chest, pushing my groin into his.Oh, someone’s ready!I grab the lapels of his jacket once more, pulling him closer to me. “Right now, what I really want is you.” Bringing his lips to mine, I add between kisses, “…all of you.”

Graham’s arms are around me, his grip impossible to escape.Not that I would ever dare.My need for this man is overwhelming, to the point where I can’t think straight, but right now…right now isn’t the time for thinking. Right now, the only thing I need is to get Graham out of these clothes.Immediately.

He reaches up and grabs the back of my neck to turn my head, running a trail of kisses from my neck, up my jaw and to my ear. “Anything you want, it’s yours,” he whispers, his words unlocking something I’ve been trying so desperately to tame. I slide my hands into the waistband of his dress pants, pulling him toward my bed when he starts to shrug out of his suit jacket.

“Let me,” I whisper into his ear. Feeling him slump against me, his breathing picking up, I remove his suit jacket, letting my hands glide across the strength of his shoulders, and fling it to the chair across the room. Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, I plant gentle kisses on his lips, his stubble, as I slowly undo each one, feeling the warmth of his skin burning beneath my touch.

His hands move from their firm grip on my waist and traps my wrists in them. “Will, this isfuckingtorture,” he mutters between gritted teeth, his tone rich with need and desire.

It’s my turn to show off my best devilish smirk.Good.

Crashing my lips to his and invading his mouth with my wanting tongue, I make quick work of the remaining buttons of his shirt. Sliding the open garment over his muscled shoulders until it falls to the ground, my movements are now driven by my intoxicating desire to see him naked.

Graham’s hands are on the hem of my sweater and lifting upward, quickly ripping it over my head. He goes for my waistband at the same time I go for his, each of us desperate to see every last inch of unseen skin. We stand there, briefly taking one another in, the sight of Graham naked literally takes every last trace of air from my lungs. His broad shoulders and defined chest and stomach are enough to make me drop to my knees right then and there, but when my eyes continue south and confirm everything I felt through his pants and more, I could die on the spot.

I push him back toward the bed until his long legs hit the edge, causing him to sit. He looks up at me through hooded eyes, his gaze laced with want and in the most deliberate of ways, he slowly places soft kisses along my stomach and down my side, trailing his fingertips gently across the most sensitive parts of my skin. His touch sets every nerve ending ablaze.

Pulling me forward onto his lap, he positions my body as close as humanly possible as he wraps me back in those strong arms.

“You…are truly…the sexiest man…I have ever…seen,” he whispers between kisses along my neck. The torturous combination of his words and feeling every inch of him pressed against me makes me moan. When he brings his lips to mine once more, I thread my hands in his hair, holding on for dear life as both of us begin to pant. I want him. More than I’ve wanted anyone my entire life.

He lowers us slowly backward on the bed, my full weight on top of him now and I will never get enough of feeling Graham’s skin against mine. He positions me between his legs, reaching around and grabbing my back, pulling me closer to him as he kisses me once more.

“Will…” he breathes, what he wants couldn’t be more clear.

“Are you sure?” I ask, leaning over him, in complete awe of the gorgeous man beneath me.

“I’ve never beenmoresure.” Raising off the bed slightly, he plants a reassuring kiss on my lips. “Ineedyou,” he moans, reaching down and grabbing my cock. “I need you inside of me,now.”

Adjusting slightly as I reach over to my nightstand, I grab the small bottle of lube from the drawer and feel the slick liquid coat my fingers. Gliding them over myself to ensure I have enough, I reposition against Graham, feeling him push against me in a way that causes my eyes to roll into the back of my skull. Graham releases the sexiest of sounds as he fully relaxes after several slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” Biting my lip, I thrust all the way into him, the feeling of him stretching around me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth back down to his.

“Fuck me…hard,” he moans against my lips.Done.

Pulling back out slightly, I slam back into him as the speed of my thrusts increases, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating throughout my veins. I know I won’t be able to keep up this tempo for too long. The friction our bodies is creating combined with the sight of Graham beneath me looking as mouth-watering as he is will surely send me over the edge in a matter of minutes.

I lean down, kissing along his shoulder and neck. “I will nevernotwant this, Graham…I will never be able to get enough of you.”

“You won’t have to, handsome…” he whispers against my ear and somehow, I know he means it.

Our bodies are in perfect sync as I pump in and out of him. I reach down, stroking him with every thrust and feel him throb in my hand, his grip on my back getting tighter and tighter.

“God, this feels amazing. Don’t stop, Will. I’m so…I’m so fucking close,” he pants, his pleas obliterating any self-control I have left.

I slam into him deeper and harder, each thrust promising the sweetest release. “Graham…I’m…I’m going to come…” I yell, completely unable to control my physical reactions as I cross the point of no return. I fist the comforter and furiously stroke him as my body begins to shake. With a final thrust, I’m catapulted over the edge, feeling the throb of my release over and over again deep inside of Graham.

“Yes, Will…” he shouts, eyes heavy with pleasure and anticipation meet mine before he slams his head back against the bed as rope after rope of Graham’s release paints his muscled stomach.

Still pulsing deep inside of him, I collapse on top of Graham—our bodies slick with sweat and the surreal mess we just made. He kisses my temple, wrapping his arms around me once more as our breathing slows and my eyes struggle to remain open. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I haveneverexperienced anything like that before in my life.

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“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” We’re both utterly spent and borderline delirious. “I don’t even…I can’t…Wow.” I bury my head into Graham’s neck, embarrassed at how completely tongue-tied I am at this moment.

“Somehow, I know exactly what you mean, stud,” he says and we both start laughing, coming down from the most intoxicating of highs. Sex with Graham is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. There were no awkward or unsure moments, no issues figuring out who was going to go where and when. We just…clicked.

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