I kissed my way down her body, taking my time, memorizing every gasp and shiver. When I reached the waistband of her jeans, I looked up at her.
“Alright?”
She nodded, lifting her hips to help me strip away the last barriers between us. Soon she was bare beneath me, skin flushed, eyes dark with want.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, hands skimming her sides. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Your turn.”
Her fingers found my belt, fumbling with the buckle. I helped her, kicking away my jeans and boxers until there was nothing between us but heated air and anticipation. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I groaned, head falling back against the wall. Her thumb swiped over the head, spreading the moisture beading there, and my hips jerked forward.
“Fuck, Violet.”
She smiled, that wicked little curve of her lips that always undid me. Then she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against the slit. The first hot slide of her mouth nearly finished me. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her still as she took me deeper, her tongue working magic. My knees threatened to buckle.
“Look at you,” I forced out, voice rough. “Perfect fucking mouth.”
She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. My fingers tightened in her hair. Too much. Too good. I was already close, embarrassingly close, and we’d barely started.
“Stop.”
She pulled back, eyes wide and questioning, lips swollen and glistening. Beautiful, wrecked. Mine.
“Not like this.” I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. “My turn.”
I pushed her back until she rested on her forearms, staring up at me. I dropped to my knees, forcing her thighs to openwide for me. I spread her folds with my tongue and she gasped, fingers digging into the duvet.
“Griffin!”
I did it again, slower, savoring her taste, the way her body arched toward me. Then I pushed my tongue inside her, deep, fucking her with it while my thumb found her clit.
She cried out and I grinned against her.
“Shhh, Princess.” I nipped the inside of her thigh, making her jump. “Soundproofing’s good, but not that good. You want Holly knowing exactly what her boss is doing to you?”
She shook her head frantically, biting her lip.
“Then be quiet.” I slid two fingers into her, curling them, finding that spot that made her gasp. “Or I’ll have to make you.”
I set a relentless pace with my fingers, my mouth sucking her clit, driving her higher. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders. Her choked whimpers were the sweetest torture. I wanted her louder. Wanted her screaming my name. Wanted the whole fucking world to know she was mine.
But the fear that it could all fall apart tomorrow hung between us, sharp as broken glass. So I pushed her harder, faster, until her body locked, a silent scream tearing through her as she came against my mouth, pulsing around my fingers.
I kissed my way up her stomach as she shuddered through the aftershocks. “Good girl.”
She turned her head, eyes dazed. “Griffin...”
“Hands and knees.” I stood, my cock aching. “Now.”
She moved slowly, turning onto her knees and forcing herself up, ass in the air. Perfect. I ran my hand over her curves, then lined myself up. One hard thrust buried me inside her to the hilt.
She cried out, back arching.
“Quiet,” I said, voice strained as her heat clamped around me.
Fuck, would it ever get old?
I pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in. Her choked sob went straight to my cock. I set a brutal pace, fucking her deep, each thrust rocking her forward. The bed creaked beneath us, barely smothering her gasps and moans.
