“Christ no,” he reassured her. “But this is… I would never ask you to do this for me.”
She was his wife, not his mistress. Not a seasoned widow who knew how to give a man pleasure. He was content to give her pleasure. To bring her to shuddering release. He did not require her to take him into her mouth, even if the mere notion of her doing so was enough to make his ballocks tighten.
“Tell me what to do, my love,” she told him, her voice throaty.
Could he?
He stared down at her. His body made the decision for him. “Take off your robe.”
Her eyes upon his, she shrugged her dressing gown from her shoulders. The purple silk pooled around her, and she was all creamy curves and perfect, full breasts tipped with lush, pink nipples. Nipples that were already hard and ready for him to suck.
He cupped her face. “You are so bloody beautiful.”
“So are you.” She kissed his straining erection again. Just the tip, where he was leaking from his slit, and his seed was on her lips, glistening for a moment, before she licked it off.
Holy.
God.
He had never seen a more decadent sight.
She smiled up at him, and then she took his cock in her hand in a tentative grip, running her tongue over his head. “Delicious.”
He forgot about his scars. Forgot about his shame. In her eyes, with this glorious woman, this brave, kindhearted, intelligent, wonderful creature before him on her knees, he felt omnipotent.
She licked him again, and then she took the tip of him into her mouth, sucking.
He almost lost his control and spent on her tongue right then and there. “Damn it, Vi.”
She rocked back on her heels, looking up at him with a frown. “You do not like it?”
“I bloody well love it,” he admitted with a groan.
“Good.” She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time.
And he gave in to the sensation, to the realization this woman wanted to worship him the same way he wanted to worship her. She sucked and sucked and licked, taking as much of him as she could. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, setting the pace, urging her on. She moaned as if she were enjoying it every bit as much as he was. As if she loved his cock in her mouth, down her throat.
His hips rolled forward, and she took it. Took him, her throat convulsing around him. Damn. It was good, so good, but he could not take any more of this torture. Tonight, their first together in truth as husband and wife, he wanted to spend inside her cunny and not her mouth.
“Enough, darling,” he told her, withdrawing and helping her to her feet.
He led her to the bed, guiding her upon it with the greatest of care. Griffin took a moment to admire her there, where she belonged. Her curves were bare for him, breasts high and full, her lips glistening and deep red from working them over his cock.
She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. The most erotic sight he had ever seen. She held a hand out to him, and he took it, lifting it to his lips for a kiss. He settled between her thighs first, and she spread them with ease, opening the glistening pink folds of her cunny. He lowered his head and inhaled deeply of her scent before parting her folds and licking her. She was slick and hot and so damned responsive. Perfection on his tongue.
As he sucked her pearl, he plunged a finger into her sopping channel, and she gripped him and bucked beneath him, moaning. He worked her that way, inserting another finger and thrusting, as his tongue and mouth played over her. It did not take long for her to reach her pinnacle. She came undone, shaking with a ferocious surrender.
He rose above her then, his cock ready, unwilling to wait a moment longer. He traced through her folds, where she was slick, so very slick. Drenched for him. Notching his cock at her entrance, he stilled.
“Are you ready, my darling?” he asked, breathless. Hopelessly in love with her.
“I am always ready for you,” she told him, linking her arms around his neck and bringing him to her for a kiss.
He kissed her hard as he thrust. They sighed in unison as his cock slid home. All the way home. She was tight, so tight, and so very wet and hot. And he could not stop moving. Or kissing her. Their mouths were ravenous, their bodies starving.
Faster, harder, deeper. Until…
She came again, clenching on his cock, and he spent as well, his seed pulsing into her molten depths.
