Free Save a Prayer by Karen Booth Page A

cupped my breasts with his hands, lifting them as high as they would go, licking and sucking my nipples, going from one to the other. I arched my back to be closer to him, rubbing my crotch against his. I'd underestimated just how badly I needed him It felt like my body was on fire.
    I stepped backward to the bed and Graham followed, reaching behind me and yanking back the covers. I sat on the edge of the mattress and tugged his hips toward me, letting him know that I wanted him to stand. I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, then gently slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his plaid boxers. My breath hitched as I dragged them past his hips. He was just as magnificent as I remembered, and he was so ready for me that I worried he might not be able to handle everything I wanted from him, but I figured I at least had to try. Plus, we had all night.
    I took his cock in my hand, stroking the silky skin that covered his incredibly hard shaft. I rubbed my thumb back and forth across the ridge at the bottom of the tip. He knocked his head back and let out a heavy sigh. "That feels so good, Ang. Don't stop."
    I dropped my head and slipped him into my mouth, sucking softly on the tip, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, my hand pumping his length with a steady rhythm. I slipped my hand closer to his body and took more of him in my mouth, as far as I could go, and then I swallowed, hard, several times, knowing my throat would close down on him. I could feel him getting even harder in my mouth. That was the best feeling—knowing I could do that to him.
    I returned to the head of his cock, enveloping it with my lips, stroking his length with my hand, swirling my tongue around the tip, sucking softly while huffing hot breath against his skin. Focusing on him for a while had been good for me, but the second I took him out of my mouth, I realized just how badly I needed him to touch me. My clit was hot and aching inside my panties. I had to be incredibly wet.
    I walked back across the bed with my elbows then laced my hands together and placed my arms above my head, the sheets crisp and cool beneath my overheated skin. I needed him to know how much I trusted him at that point. I needed him to know that for me, there were no reservations. Not anymore. I not only knew how he felt about me now, but how he’d felt about me while we were apart. The song had shown me that.
    "You're bloody unbelievable, Ang. I have to have you right now."
    He put a knee on the bed and shimmied my panties down my legs, flinging them across the room when they were done. I already knew he was about to reciprocate. Graham had always loved to go down on me and I always enjoyed every minute of it. How could I not? He knew exactly what to do.
    He kneeled between my legs, pressed his hands against my upper thighs and spread me open. Easing down onto his stomach, his fingers separated my swollen folds. I gasped from the touch, but then his finger grazed my clit and I thought I might this might end up being the quickest trip to orgasm ever. My head jerked up and I moaned as he rocked his fingers back and forth across the tight bud. He knew my body as well as he knew his own. That was why we'd fit together so perfectly. Why had I ever thought to leave him? Being strong was one thing. Having zero tolerance for mistakes was another. Being so swift to judgment, so blooming shortsighted was something else. He’d made a mistake and I’d run away. When what I really should have done that night was stand in the rain and fight it out with him, hash out our problems and try to find a way to forgive.
    He lowered his head and his tongue lapped my skin, caressing softly, up and down. He slid a finger inside me and then two, curling them into the spot that made me feel like I might explode. This was so much better than some random hook-up. We had the excitement and thrill of something new, but he knew exactly what I liked, how I liked it, when to do it. I couldn't