Page 55 of The Billionaire and His Forever

“You can say no, love. I’d never pressure you.”

“No. I mean, yes. I’m ready. I want to,” I say honestly. “I’m a little scared, but I trust you.”

“And I trust you.”

He kisses me, and it’s soft, lingering. His finger stays pressed against my hole the entire time, pulsing lightly, turning my insides to liquid flame. When I start to moan, he pulls away.

“Turn around. Spread your legs. Hold on to the towel bar.”

My heart is pounding in my throat. I swallow hard and do as he says.

I’m aching now, desperate for his touch. I widen my stance and back my ass toward him, lifting it as high as I can. I have no idea what to expect, adrenaline and anticipation coursing through me along with the fear and the lust. It’s a heady combination.

Graham comes up behind me, reaching around to finger my clit. Then he slides his dick into my pussy in one smooth, easy motion, pumping once, twice, and then a third slow,oh-so-slowthrust before pulling out again. I moan his name, and that’s when I feel the tip of his cock slide between my ass cheeks, hot and slick with our juices.

This is it. My God.

I close my eyes and try to relax, try to not clench up and make this any more painful than necessary. But Graham doesn’t make any sudden moves. He lines himself up with the pert hole he’s only toyed with before and gently strokes my ass cheek with the hand that isn’t wedged between my legs. The hot water sprays down on us, and my knees start trembling.

“I love you. I will never hurt you intentionally. But this…likely will hurt,” he says, whispering in my ear from behind me. “So if it’s too much, say the word and I’ll stop.”

“What’s the word?” I ask.

“Anything that’s not the wordyes. I don’t want to hurt you. I will stop at any point if you’re uncomfortable, if you’re in pain, if you’ve changed your mind. Is that understood?”

I nod, and he kisses the back of my neck. “Yes.”

He presses into me, hard and sure, the tip of his cock slowly splitting me open, and it steals my breath away, leaving me tightening involuntarily.

“Are you all right?” he asks.

“Yes,” I tell him, gasping for air.

Graham pushes in a little further, then stops again when I hiss with pain. “More?”

“Yes.”

He works my clit as he thrusts deeper inside, so slowly, so carefully. With each micro movement forward, he takes a pause and waits for me to relax again: thrust and hold. Another gentle thrust and hold. Together, we move like this until he shifts slowly, easily, into something with a little more friction.It opens something within me that yearns for him in new ways. The pain eases. Graham continues to rub my sweet, aching nub as he softly fucks my ass.

“Abbie. Oh, Abbie,” he moans. “Abbie, Abbie, Abbie. Give yourself to me.”

He’s rock hard inside me, and his voice, desperately invoking my name, only ratchets up my lust another notch.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes.”

Our connection is so intense that tears fill my eyes. I’m shocked to realize that it’s starting to feel good, tingling bursts of pleasure shooting straight to my clit, which Graham tugs between his thumb and forefinger with each thrust.

“I love you,” I gasp. “That’s a yes.”

“Abbie. I love you, too.”

I start lifting up on my toes to meet his thrusts, backing against him, so both of us are contributing to the push and pull, so I’m the one dictating the rhythm.

“Yes, Graham, yes,” I moan. “You feel good. You feel so good. Yes.”

He stiffens and draws back a little, holding himself still, his breaths coming fast and shallow, and then he lets out a primal growl. I can feel the exact moment he starts to spill into me. Knowing he’s coming pushes me right over the edge, and I cling to the towel bar as tight as I can, eyes squeezed shut, feeling a hard, deep orgasm rip through me. It’s explosive, as if my entire body is contracting and releasing in waves of sheer euphoria, leaving me crying out and grinding my clit against Graham’s hand as he moans through the final throes of his own climax.

When we get backto the bedroom, still toweling off, I see the clock on the nightstand and suddenly remember— “Fuck. I have to meet with Bow. I completely forgot we’re meeting up this afternoon.”

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