“Tell me to stop.” I growl against her throat. My hands slide up her sides and my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts. “Tell me this is a mistake.”
“Don’t stop.” The words tear out of her. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. She grinds herself against the bulge in my pants. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I slip off my pants. My cock springs free, thick and hard and aching for her. Five years. Five fucking years I've wanted this. I find her mouth again, hungrier now.
My hands shove my jersey up her body. “Off,” I growl against her mouth and yank at the last bit of fabric between us. “Get this fucking thing off.”
She helps me peel it over her head and it hits the floor. Her nipples stare at me, hard and alert. I’m drunk with need to devour them.
“Look at you.” My voice is wrecked. “Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Before she can say anything, I’m palming her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s whimpering. I slip one in my mouth and she cries out.
Her back arches and her fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. I suck and bite and worship her while my other hand slides down her stomach.
“So fucking responsive,” I groan. “You always were. Always got so wet for me.”
“Griffin,” She’s panting now, her hips rocking against mine.
I slide off the side of the bed and drop to my knees between her legs. My mouth is on her. I lick through her folds with agroan. She’s the best thing I've ever tasted. My hands grip her thighs and I spread her wider. Then I bury my face like a man starving.
“Griffin, oh fuck.”
My tongue finds her nub, and I circle it, flicking, and watching her body jump with my every rotation. She grabs my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin.
“So wet.” I groan against her as my dick pulsates with anticipation. “So fucking wet for me, Sunshine. Did you think about this? Think about my mouth between your legs?”
“Yes.” Her response is a moan.
“Good girl.”
I slide two fingers inside her and she cries out. I pump them slowly, curling to find that spot I always knew, while my tongue works her in tight circles. The pleasure's building in her fast, I can feel it in the way she's tensing around my fingers.
"Griffin, I'm going to?—"
"Give it to me." I suckle harder, my fingers driving deeper. "Come on my face. Now."
She shatters.
Her thighs clamp around my head and her hands fisting in my hair. She moans as wave after wave crashes through her. I don't stop until she's shaking. When I pull back, she’s flushed with pink and I see the Jess from five years ago. She’s back and she’s mine again.
"I need to taste you," she breathes. "It's been so long?—"
"Later." I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. "Right now I need to be inside you. I've waited five fucking years."
"Yes, please," she whimpers. "Griffin, please?—"
I notch myself at her entrance and try to calm down. Then I push inside and it takes everything in me not to explode right there.
She gasps. I groan. The tight heat of her is overwhelming, gripping me so perfectly I can barely breathe. I hold still for a moment, my forehead dropping to hers, my arms shaking with the effort of not moving.
"Fuck, Jess." My voice comes out shattered. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."
"Move," she begs. "Please, I need?—"
I pull back and slam home.
Jess cries out. Her nails rake down my back as I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her hard and deep as she begs for more. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed creaks beneath us. I don't care. All I care about is the feeling of her wrapped around me and the way she's looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world.
