Page 33 of You & I, Rewritten

He’s torturing me in the best possible way. When he finally releases the grip he’s had on my wrists, I grab a fistful of his hair, controlling the glide of his mouth over me, and admire the talent this man possesses.

Conflicted between not wanting to finish like this and never,everwanting this to end, I reach down, placing my hands on either side of his beautiful face and pull him up to meet my wanting lips. “Fuck me.Now.”

He moans against my lips, reaching for his pants to extract a small bottle of lube. Within seconds, he’s wrapped my legs around his waist and is sliding into me with ease, the fullness of him unlocking the last bit of tension my body was holding on to.

This is where he belongs.

I slide my hands down Graham’s muscled back, feeling it tighten with every thrust, and grab his ass, pulling him deeper into me.God, I fucking need this.

Graham is sliding into me with slow, intentional thrusts, each one threatening to bring me closer and closer to the edge. His lips are parted, breathing hard, and he’s running his hands over my arms, across my chest. Leaning down, he kisses me hard, his tongue entangling with mine, the sweetness of his taste enveloping me.

“Get on top,” he says, winded and full of desire.

Rolling us over, I claim Graham’s cock once more, this new position allowing me to truly appreciate his size. I place my hands on his flexed chest at the same time he grips my dripping cock with one hand and my hip with the other, pushing me down deeper onto him.

He’s really picking up speed now, sliding all the way out, leaving me begging for his return, only to slam back into me, deeper than before. It’s too much and not nearly enough at the same time. Between his deep thrusts and his hold on my cock, I’ve reached the point of no return.

“Fuck…Graham…I’m gonna…” I moan, my release coating his abs and chest, sending me into a state of pure ecstasy. He grabs my hips, giving me a few more deep, relentless thrusts, before pouring into me, every spasm of pleasure I feel of his only enhancing my own.

“Holy…shit!” he grunts, pushing deeper into me, ensuring I get every last drop from him. There is no greater feeling than hearing Graham have such a visceral reaction and seeing his pleasure plastered across that gorgeous face, knowing that it was all because of me.

“Well, I am thoroughly fucked,” I say, causing Graham to burst into laughter, a sight that I will never not be obsessed with. I bend down and press my lips to his. “I needed that.”

“Oh, me too…” he says with a grin. “Come here.” He wraps me in his arms, running his fingers along my arm. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers and it’s the last thing I hear before I close my eyes and give in to the weight of what today meant for me.

For us.

* * *

I’m waiting on the front steps again.

Waiting for the flash of the green Jeep to come turning around the corner and into the driveway. My bag is packed, filled with my favorite toys and stories for bedtime. I’m still waiting when Mom comes out.

“He’ll be here soon,” she says. Her face is sad.

The Jeep is here and I go running to meet him, dragging my bag with me. “Daddy!” But he’s angry.

“No, Scott…you’re not taking him like this.” Mom is crying. I’m already in the car. “Scott…you’re not okay to drive. Scott, if you take him, I’m going to call the po—”

Mom’s on the ground. John’s here now. He’s with mom and then he has me in his arms. Daddy’s yelling but then he’s gone.

“I want my daddy.”

John tells me he knows and hugs me.

* * *

I’m on the steps again. This time, I’m older, and I’m not looking forward to seeing the same old green Jeep come screeching into the driveway.

I’ve stopped bringing anything I like with me so my bag is just clothes and my toothbrush.

My dad is with me this time. He’s let me call him that for a few years now.

The Jeep is here and he gets out. “Hey buddy…ready to go?” Dad goes over and says something to him, something I can’t hear.

“Get in.” He’s angry again but I do what he says.

Sometimes he’s happy.Please be happy today.

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