He hummed his approval and dipped his head again and licked, a slow, flat, broad stripe through my drenched center. My cry ripped through the quiet room, sharp and needy. He repeated it, seeming to savor me.
He pressed the flat of it firmly against my clit, rubbing slow, grinding circles that had my toes curling into the sheets, my heels digging into his back.
“Yesss…” The hiss escaped through clenched teeth.
He responded by sealing his lips over the swollen bud and sucking, hard. It was almost too much. I bucked wildly, buthis hand on my hip kept me pinned as his mouth worked relentlessly. He released me for a second.
“Please…” The word was a ragged exhale, barely audible. “God… please don’t stop…”
He growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against my clit, then plunged his fingers inside me while his mouth clamped back down on that bundle of nerves. The double assault shattered coherence. My cries devolved into mindless choked sounds lost to the sheets. He curled his fingers upwards, finding that rough spot deep within. He hooked and pressed as his tongue flicked ruthlessly over my clit.
Unbearable. Perfect.
The pressure built like an overwound coil, trembling on the edge of snapping. He added a third finger, a deep, stretching burn that only intensified the overwhelming pleasure. He sucked harder and my body tensed, every muscle locking tight, suspended on a razor’s edge.
“Griffin!” My voice broke raw on his name. “Griffin, I’m?—”
He sucked harder. Pressed deeper. Held my gaze even as my back arched off the bed. The coil snapped and white-hot pleasure detonated, shattering my awareness into a million glittering shards.
He worked me through it, drawing out every aftershock until I pushed weakly at his shoulders, oversensitive and trembling. Tears streamed down my temples, lost in my hair.
Only when the last tremors subsided did he lift his head. His green eyes were nearly black, pupils blown wide with dark satisfaction and unspent desire.
He crawled back up my body and braced himself on his forearms above me, his gaze raking my flushed, sweat-drenched face.
“Like I said, fucking beautiful.” He smirked, his expression one of pure male satisfaction.
I should have found it irritating. Instead, I pulled him down, tasting myself on his lips, feeling the hard length of him pressing insistently against my thigh.
My own desire, momentarily stunned by the force of my orgasm, was already roaring back to life, fanned by his touch, his scent, the solid heat of him pressed against my leg. My hand snaked out, palming the thick bulge straining against the front of his joggers. He hissed, hips jerking involuntarily against my touch.
“Off,” I muttered against his lips. “Everything off.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He rolled off the bed and shoved the material down his powerful thighs, taking his boxer briefs with them. He kicked them away, revealing a thick, heavy cock, flushed dark and straining upwards against his stomach.
My gaze raked him hungrily, from the sweat-slicked planes of his chest, down the defined ridges of his abs, to the thick base of him. Need coiled tight in my belly again, liquid heat pooling even after the intensity of my release.
“Condom?”
He paused, eyes searching mine. He opened the nightstand and pulled one out.
My brows rose. If he wasn’t planning on hooking up in Singapore, why bring condoms? Had he been hoping for this all along?
“I’m an optimist,” he said gruffly.
He tore it open with his teeth, his gaze never leaving my naked form sprawled on the bed. He sheathed himself and my throat went dry watching him.
He moved back between my thighs, his hands spreading me wide as he knelt. The blunt head nudged against my still-throbbing entrance. I was slick, swollen, exquisitely sensitive from his attentions, already clenching in anticipation.
He leaned over me, bracing on his forearms, caging me again. He pressed forward slowly, stretching me inch by burning inch. His gaze locked with mine with an intensity that stole my breath. The raw hunger in his gaze made me dizzy, desire flooding every nerve ending until rational thought dissolved completely.
I gasped, fingers digging into his hips as my body adjusted to his size. He stilled completely, jaw clenched with restraint, muscles trembling beneath my hands.
“Okay?” he ground out, jaw clenched, muscles trembling as he paused, fully seated, buried to the hilt inside me.
I nodded, unable to form words, overwhelmed by the fullness, the intimacy, the sheer rightness of him inside me. “Yes. Move, Griffin. Please.”
He withdrew agonizingly slowly, pulling almost entirely out, letting me feel every inch sliding against my sensitized flesh, before driving back in with one sharp, powerful stroke that knocked the breath from my lungs.
