“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs between nips and kisses. “God, Mira. You’re absolutely stunning.”
The reverence in his tone causes warmth to spread in my chest. Boyfriends have called me beautiful before. It’s not a particularly original compliment. But no one has said it with the weight and gravity Griffin just used. I’m scared to open my eyes. Scared that whatever I see will make me give in to his ridiculous demand.
He wants us to stay secretly married? It’s insanity. It’s a terrible idea. No one in their right mind would agree to such a thing.
Griffin’s calloused hands join his very talented mouth. He kneads and pinches one breast while he laves my other nipple with his tongue, sucks on it, and makes my core flood with arousal when he tortures me with playful bites. In between kisses, he turns me so my back is to the bed and begins to herd me toward it. His large hands go to my bare hips and push. I land on the king-size mattress with a gasp and a giggle.
“Look at you,” Griffin nearly purrs. His hazel eyes are hooded, his pupils blown wide as he lazily peruses my body. His right hand fists his hard cock, pumping it indolently a few times and making the slit weep pre-cum.
I want to taste him.
When I try to sit up, desperate to wrap my lips around his thick length, he shakes his head and plants a palm on my sternum, keeping me from moving. “We’ll have all the time in the world for you to wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, baby. But right now, I’m hungry.” He flashes me a devilish smile before leaning over me and taking my mouth in a searing kiss. It’s possessive and wild and it makes my core flood and my legs open for him. When he pulls away, I’m dazed and so needy, I whine. Which seems to please Griffin greatly.
“Does my wife need relief?” He hooks his arms around my thighs and tugs me to the edge of the bed so my ass nearly hangs off. He rests my knees over his shoulders and hisses when he sees the state of me. “Oh, baby girl, you do need relief, don’t you? Look at you, so wet and swollen. And I haven’t even touched this perfect pussy yet.”
Jesus Christ.
Griffin’s eyes don’t leave mine as he leans down and drags the flat of his tongue from my slit to my clit. He laps up my juices like a cat gorging itself on a bowl of cream. “Shit, baby girl. You taste like heaven.” He uses his hands to spread my lips before spearing his tongue inside my pussy, using it to fuck me and take his fill of my essence. His nose bumps my clit again and again, and the sounds that come out of me are breathless and needy.
I’ve never made sounds like this during sex. And this is only Griffin’s tongue. Something tells me he’s even better with his dick.
When my cries grow louder, his tongue moves to my clit while two thick fingers press into my body so slowly and deliberately that I thrash and whine. I need more. I need him to fill me.
“Griffin.” My fingers grip his hair tightly, but he doesn’t even flinch.
“Call mehusband,” he demands, his lips still against my pussy. The vibration of his low words has everything tightening inside of me.
“Griffin, please.” I can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to call him husband. This is just sex. Really fantastic oral sex. But that doesn’t mean we’re staying married. Because no. Just no.
“Say it,” he says, his fingers pushing in all the way with punishing force before he drags them out and fucks me hard with them again.
“No.”
“No?” His tongue lashes at my clit while his fingers thrust and curl inside of me. My back arches off the bed and my stomach hollows out. I’m so close.
“No,” I gasp.
He sucks my clit between his lips, and every nerve in my body lights up. My pussy tightens around his fingers. Pleasure coils tight in my belly. As he nips my clit with his teeth, I go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. A strangled scream tears from my throat, my back bows off the bed, and my pussy ripples and squeezes Griffin’s fingers. His tongue lashes at my clit, drawing the orgasm out until I’m a shuddering, shaking mess.
No one has ever made me come like that. Ever.
I want more.
It takes a minute to focus my thoughts and my eyes. When I do, I’m met with the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Griffin’s hair is wild from where my fingers tugged at it. His body glistens with sweat. His eyes are dark with lust, and his cock is rock hard. But it’s the shine of my arousal coating his lips and chin that does me in. His face is covered in my cum from his nose to his chin. He licks as much of it off as he can before swiping his fingers over his chin and licking those clean too.
Holy. Shit.
I want him inside of me. Now.
“Damn, baby. You taste better than I could have imagined.” He sucks his fingers with a wetpop. “I think I’d like to eat dessert for breakfast every day.”
I just came harder than I have in my life, and I’m already so turned on, I know I could come again. And with the way Griffin’s cock drips pre-cum, I know he needs release too.
“Griffin.” I spread my thighs even wider. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
A predatory gleam makes Griffin’s eyes sparkle. Gently, he nudges my thighs off his shoulders so they hang off the bed before he stands.
