Puffy & Precious

by Mary E Thompson

  When my body stopped throbbing, I eased my legs and released him. He kissed my neck, my breasts, my belly, and my lips. I let my hands wander over him again, outlining muscles on his chest, dipping into the valleys of his abs, and bumping over the mountains of his arms. He was huge. Something I hadn’t considered a problem until sex became the task at hand.

  “Um, I don’t know if you’re going to fit, Graham. You’re a pretty big guy, and um, well, I don’t want to talk about him, but Brett… wasn’t.”

  Graham snorted in laughter and leaned down to kiss me. “You’ve been neglected by a tiny-dicked dumb ass. No more, Ab. We’ll worry about me fitting in a little bit. I’m not done with you yet.”

  My belly quivered with his words. I knew he wasn’t just saying what he thought I’d want to hear. There was promise in his voice. He wasn’t anywhere near done. Which meant he was going for a record number of orgasms in one day for me. A sad truth, but the truth nonetheless.

  He stood next to the bed and gazed at me, his eyes scanning my body. “You’re beautiful, Abby.”

  “Thank you,” I answered in lieu of pointing out all my shortcomings. I didn’t want to hear them anymore than he did. Graham was right. Brett, and his insults, were gone.

  Graham kissed my stomach and hooked his fingers in the sides of my yoga pants. He pulled my panties down with the pants and left me bare before him. “You deserve to be cherished, Abby. You’re precious. I’m going to show you tonight, sweetheart.”

  He kissed every inch of my body, working his way up one side and down the other, until he settled between my thighs. His shoulders spread my legs wide for him. He stared at me, making me self-conscious about the way I looked. “Beautiful,” he murmured before he lowered his lips to me.

  He didn’t dive in like I thought he would. Instead he licked and kissed my body until I couldn’t take it any more. “Graham, please.”

  “Please, what, Ab?”

  “Please, Graham. I need to come.”

  “I’m not letting you stop this time, Ab. I want you to count for me. We’re at two so far tonight. Let’s see how many you can give me.”

  “But I don’t-”

  The words died on my lips when he drew me into his mouth. Instantly, heat flooded between my thighs and Graham broke my previous record.

  “That’s three, right Ab?” Graham murmured against my skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. He chuckled. “Make that four.”

  His tongue speared me before circling the bundle of nerves that pulsed for him and I tumbled softly into number five. Six came right on its heels and carried seven over the finish line, too.

  “I can’t, Graham. No more,” I panted.

  He shook his head after he sucked me into his mouth and I went flying again. Each one got stronger, more intense, borderline painful. And made me want more.

  “More, Ab. A lot more.”

  Before I could protest again, he thrust a finger deep inside me and took me one away from double digits. “Yeah, baby,” he growled against my flesh, his finger curling deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back number ten any longer.

  My hips bucked against his face, my hands clutched at the back of his head, my legs tightened on his ears. Eleven, twelve, and thirteen spun out of me one right behind the other. I was soaked with sweat, my throat was sore from screaming, and my core ached from so much attention.

  And I was nearly crying for more.

  Graham added a second finger and sent me over the edge again. Then he started to move them and I knew it was different. The one building wasn’t going to come quickly. It wasn’t going to be easy. It could tear me in two, but if I made it through to the other side, I’d find pleasure I’d only dreamt of.

  “There you go, Ab. Just like that, baby,” he rasped against my thigh. His fingers thrust in and out of me hard and fast, a rhythm that resonated through every pore of my body. A fire built deep inside, hotter than anything I’d felt before. I couldn’t catch my breath, but he couldn’t stop to allow me to. I needed to see this through. If I didn’t, I knew I’d regret it forever.

  Graham’s lips closed over me, drawing me into his mouth. I was close. So very close. I whimpered, unable to tell him what I needed to send me over that edge one last time. To fall into uncharted territory. Into a place I never thought I’d see.

  My body stiffened, tightening under all the tension coursing through me. I couldn’t move, just lie there and wait for either immense disappointment or the greatest pleasure ever. I felt something sharp, a bite between my legs, and the dam shattered.

  Graham’s fingers speared me, my hips meeting the thrust of his hand. His mouth tried to lock onto me, but my hips moved too fast. My body was in control. My mind tried to tell my hips to stop, to let him catch me, but I no longer had control. The pleasure was dominant.

  As I thrust against his hand and his face, I was vaguely aware of the guttural moans coming from me. The intense heat dissipated as my hips slowed. The noises ceased, but the effect was left behind on my raw throat. Graham licked me again and my whole body jerked away from him.

  “No,” I whimpered. “No more. I can’t. Please.”

  Graham eased away from me, lifting my legs from his shoulders. My body slumped in exhaustion. He slowly withdrew his fingers and my body decided it was ready for more.

  Good thing Graham had plenty more.

  I watched through heavy eyelids as he stood and stripped off his pants. He was huge. I expected it because the rest of him was, but seeing it live was a whole other thing entirely.

  I sat up, needing to feel him. When I reached for him, he stepped closer. I wrapped my hand around him, noting the gap between my fingertips and my thumb. His eyes closed when I stroked him. I did it again, brushing my thumb of the bead of moisture at the tip, and he jerked.

  “As much as I love your hand on me, Ab, I’m not going to last very long. You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”

  “You need to go slow. I’ve never even seen anyone as big as you.”

  He chuckled, his cock bobbing with the shake of his body. “I’ll go slow, Ab. I promise.”

  I released him and laid back on the bed. He dug in his pocket and covered himself before he joined me. Poised between my legs, he looked down my body. “Would you rather be on top?”

  I shook my head. “You’ve about turned me into a puddle. I can’t do much more.”

  He started to move away. “We don’t have to do this, Ab. If you’re too tired, I’m okay with waiting.”

  “Not a chance.”

  He paused for a heartbeat. His face split into a wide grin and he leaned down to kiss me. He kept his weight off me with one arm and toyed with my body with the other. He pinched my nipple, tickled my neck, then settled his hand between my legs. I was still slick when his fingers dipped inside me again. One. Then two. Then a third. He gently worked them inside me, setting off more sparks. His tongue matched the pulse of his fingers and I soaked his fingers even more.

  “Can you come with me inside, Ab? I’d love to feel that.”

  I bit my lip and shook my head. “I never have before.”

  “Have you ever had, what was it? Fifteen orgasms in one night before?”

  I laughed softly and shook my head. “Not even close.”

  “What do you say we try it? Is that okay with you?”

  I nodded.

  He slid his fingers out slowly, rasping against my walls. I clenched around him, my body already trying to go for sixteen. I tried to watch but couldn’t see him above my belly. I felt him though. He probed my entrance gently. With each tiny move, he pressed a little deeper. Once he was in enough that he could let go of his length, he ran his hands over me, making my body clench and nearly push him out.

  Graham chuckled softly. “Let’s not evict me yet, Ab. It’ll get better.”

  I laughed and slapped his arm. “I wasn’t trying to do that. You just felt good when you touched me.”

  “You feel good, too, baby.”
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  His small movements were teasing me. My body ached for him to fill it, but I knew he couldn’t just plunge in without it hurting. Every time he went deeper he stretched me to the point of pain until he moved again and pleasure took over. My hips wanted to move against his, but I forced my body to remain still.

  He was deep inside me. Deeper than any man had ever been. That slow burn started again and I was crossing into uncontrollable territory. It was harder to stop my hips from stroking up to meet his. When he pulled out again, almost all the way out, his cock dragged over every inch of my walls. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting with him when he moved back into me. Our bodies touched and he hit something deep inside of me. Something good. Something that almost made me come instantaneously.

  “Do that again,” I begged. “Hard, Graham. Please.”

  “Abby, honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I looked up into his green eyes. They were full of so much care and affection. My heart tipped over and waited for him to rub its soft belly. When he leaned down and kissed me sweetly, I knew I would never look into another man’s eyes and feel as loved as I did at that moment. It made no sense. I couldn’t be falling for him on our second date. But Graham wasn’t a stranger I’d just met. He was a man I’d counted on for months. He was there for me when I needed someone. Everything I’d ever wanted for myself, Graham helped make a reality.

  The question wasn’t how could I be falling for him, but how could I not be?

  “You won’t hurt me, Graham. I want you to enjoy this, too.”

  “I will, Ab. I’m already enjoying it.”

  “Me, too. And if you do that again, hard, I’ll be enjoying it even more in about two seconds.”

  He laughed softly. “On one condition, Ab.” I arched an eyebrow in question. “You tell me if it doesn’t feel good. Don’t wait until it hurts. If it doesn’t feel amazing, tell me.”

  “I promise,” I said with a hand on his jaw. The dark stubble there prickled my skin. Graham would never hurt me. I knew that without question. It wasn’t in him.

  Chapter 14

  He eased his hips back and plunged in hard and deep. My eyes slammed shut against the power of him only to flicker back open so I could watch him. His muscles bunched, his teeth gritted, his eyes blazed.

  Holy fuck, he turned me on.

  Two thrusts later and I was clawing at his skin, trying to release the pleasure he brought out of me. I felt like an animal, like I wasn’t in control anymore, but a beast inside me was. Graham didn’t let up as I screamed and moaned and begged him for more. When he pushed himself up on his knees and grabbed my hips, lifting me up off the bed and tilting my body to hold even more of him - there was more! - I lost it.

  My head flipped from side to side on the mattress. My hands searched for something to grab onto and thrashed when they found nothing. My hips bucked into his, pounding against his body, demanding more from him.

  Graham stretched out over me again and held himself up on his hands. He watched me. I couldn’t focus on him, but I saw his green eyes whenever I looked up. He did as I asked, and gave me everything he had.

  His whole body tensed as I struggled to breathe. I was close to another mind-blowing orgasm, but not quite there. Not close enough. I knew he was close. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. But he did. He held back. He pumped into me in a rhythm I knew he couldn’t maintain much longer.

  “Graham,” I begged. “I… almost… please.”

  Graham reached between us and swiped his thumb over me. That was all it took for me to go crashing into oblivion again. His yells mixed with mine as he came seconds after I did. I pulsed around him as he thudded within me, our bodies demanding more of each other’s. Neither of us had anything left to give, and Graham collapsed on top of me.

  My arms and legs held him in place as we struggled to breathe. The weight of him on top of me made me feel safe and warm and happy. When he shifted and got up, I felt the loss of him like a physical ache. I stayed in bed even though I knew he wouldn’t come back. Brett never liked to cuddle after sex. He was quick to roll out of bed and jump in the shower. I knew Graham would likely pull on his clothes and leave.

  When he came back into the bedroom, he smiled at me, his eyes raking over my naked body. I felt bare, vulnerable. Even more than when his hands and mouth were on me. Instead of reaching for his clothes, he continued toward me and climbed back into bed. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet. I hope you don’t mind if I stay for a while.”

  I smiled and snuggled in closer. “Not at all.”

  The next morning I was deliciously sore and tingly all over. I stretched in bed, the sheet brushing over the sensitive skin on my stomach and thighs. Graham didn’t leave one inch unexplored, tasted, or thoroughly loved.

  He was impressive.

  Graham left early in the morning, but not before another two rounds of spectacular sex. With a smile I couldn’t shake, I took a hot shower to ease the aches in my body. Since I was meeting Mayor Ramsey at nine, I decided to keep SkinnyCakes closed until after the meeting was over. It didn’t make sense to be open for forty-five minutes and then rush to my meeting.

  I packed up a box of treats, smiling when I remembered the way Graham turned my body into his personal buffet and sampled everything we made off my skin. Cherry fudge on my right breast, s’mores cake on my left. Cannoli dip across my belly. My skin heated and I shivered.

  The man was addictive.

  With a second box packed for Olivia, I headed to my meeting with the mayor. I handed over the box to Olivia when I reached her office. “Oh, my God! You did this for me?”

  “Definitely! I know you enjoyed the last ones I brought.”

  “I did. Thank you.” She opened the box. “These look so good. If Wyatt doesn’t tell you they’re perfect, he’s crazy.”

  “Thanks for the confidence.”

  She cocked her head at me. “You’re looking pretty confident today. Like things are going really well.” She shook her head and sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Why not?”

  She shrugged. “It feels like I’m prying into your life. I didn’t mean to. My mouth runs away with me sometimes.”

  I shook my head. “Nothing to worry about. I do feel good today. I had a… good night.”

  Olivia grinned at my obvious insinuation. “Good for you. Have you been seeing him long?”

  I shook my head. “No, but we’ve known each other for a while.”

  Olivia shook her head. “Trust me, I’m not one to judge.” Her phone rang and a few seconds later I was walking into Mayor Ramsey’s office again.

  “Welcome back, Ms. Bentley.”

  “Thank you, Mayor Ramsey. How are you?”

  “Looking forward to your desserts. I missed breakfast this morning.”

  I laughed softly and set the box in front of him. “I brought you ten different options to try. If you like them all, I’d be happy to make them. If there is anything you are not a fan of, it won’t go on the list. I wanted to bring you a variety.”

  He nodded. “Excellent. What should I begin with?”

  “Chocolate pound cake square. It’s light and chocolatey.”

  Mayor Ramsey popped the piece of cake into his mouth. I grinned when his eyes fluttered shut, then snapped back open. He chewed slowly and shook his head. “Keep that one. What’s next?”

  I smiled and pointed to the s’mores cake. “That one.”

  His reaction was the same to the s’mores cake, the red velvet cookie, and the cherry fudge. We moved on to the vanilla cake pops. “Kids will love these,” he said. “Fun, festive.” He bit the ball off the stick and chewed. “Delicious, too,” he added with a grin.

  He finished chewing. “Halfway there. I’d be good with just these, but we can’t stop now.”

  I grinned at his confidence in me. “Red, White, and Blondie next.”

  “I like that. Patriotic. Fits the theme.”


  “That’s what I thought, too.”

  “Another winner,” he said when he was done. “Next?”

  I opened the cup with the cannoli dip and the tiny bag of crust pieces. “A twist on cannoli. Slightly less messy.”

  He chuckled and dipped a crust wedge into the dip. “I like it. A little easier to eat. You’d have to figure out a way to make it portable though.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I have a few ideas for that.”

  “Good. What’s the doughnut? You’re teasing me with that one.”

  I laughed. “Baked blueberry doughnut. I make these for my shop but thought they would fit well here. Even though they’re not different for me, they are different.”

  He took a bite of the mini-doughnut and nodded again. “This is why I wanted you for this. I haven’t tried anything you’ve made that isn’t delicious. Only two left.”

  “Last I have rhubarb pie bites and marshmallow stuffed strawberries dipped in chocolate.”

  “Both sound amazing. My mom always made rhubarb pie growing up. It was a favorite around our house because we only had it once a year.”

  I nodded. “I know. Same thing in my house.”

  “Your crust is amazing.”

  “Thanks. It’s an old recipe of my grandmother’s. She’s the one who taught me to bake.”

  “I’ll have to thank her. Is she coming to the picnic to test out all your creations?”

  I sucked in a breath. “Does that mean I got the job?”

  Mayor Ramsey stood and offered his hand to me. “Definitely.”

  Instead of shaking his hand I jumped up and hugged him. He cleared his throat and I backed off, feeling foolish for my reaction. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. Please forgive me.”

  “It’s fine. I just don’t want to give you a wrong impression.”

  I shook my head. “No. You haven’t. I simply got excited. My fault entirely. I hope I haven’t given you the wrong impression, Mr. Mayor.”