The Next Day...2:12 p.m.
- Tesla Williams -
"What time will you be home later?" I question Graham as he slips his cut over his shoulders. His hair is still wet from a shower and he's dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. I crawl towards him to the edge of the bed where he's stepping into his boots. I wrap my arms around his center and rest my chin on his shoulder.
He looks over his shoulder at me with a smirk. "I won't be long, maybe an hour. Did you think about what I asked?" He says, referring to last night's conversation.
After we took a shower, Graham and I stayed at home the rest of the day, indulging in each other. I'm surprised I'm not too sore today from his pleasurable thrusts. We were laying in bed later in the night when he asked if I would be his old lady. I didn't want to
