His lips turn up into a smirk as he lets me slide down his body and then whips off his shirt.
Fuck.
Griff is all golden skin and muscles upon muscles. Somehow, despite the fact that he is huge, he’s still managed to keep some definition, a lot of definition, and from my experience, those two things don’t tend to go hand in hand, although clearly it is possible.
I pull my shirt off, and wriggle out of my jeans because, quite frankly, I want his hands on me now, and clothes get in the way. Plus, the whole undressing thing, I don’t care what the movies try to tell me, there is no way to really do that sexily. At least there isn’t for me, I tend to get stuck in an item of clothing, or I fall over and end up on the floor in an unsexy heap.
It might just be a me thing, but it's just easier and safer if I take most of my clothes off myself.
Once I’m naked and Griff’s eyes are caressing my body in a way that I hope his hands are going to, I run and jump at him again, this time he’s not quite so prepared for my attack, and we end up sprawled on the floor.
I burst out laughing as I roll off him and lie on the floor next to him.
He props himself and looks down at me, a huge smile on his face as he leans down and kisses me, and his hand traces a soft path down my stomach.
My laughter immediately stops, and my back arches, as his tongue tangles with mine and his fingers circle my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. My hand fumbles with his jeans until I get so fed up that I use my new favorite trick and burn them off.
No, it hasn’t escaped my notice that so far, what I have mostly done with my magic is because I want one of my men naked, and it’s not happening as quickly as I would like it to.
I mean, it’s a valid reason, I’m just not too sure that it should be the bulk of what I’m doing with my fire.
“That’s a neat way to use your magic,” Griff mutters against my lips and then lets out a hiss as my hand wraps around his dick.
His fingers plunge inside me as his lips meet mine in a heated kiss, and his other hand palms my boob, his fingers plucking expertly at my nipple. My hand moves, stroking his dick in time with his fingers, and I moan. I want him inside me so bad.
He obviously feels the same way because he rolls on top of me, never breaking the kiss, his dick nudges my entrance, and my hips lift, encouraging him, needing him.
He moves slowly, inch by delicious inch, as my pussy clenches around him until he’s finally in completely, and we both let out a moan of pleasure. He rocks his hips, and I lift mine to meet him as I hold him close, my nails digging into his shoulders.
We move faster, and he pulls back, grabbing my leg and staring down at me as we move together. He lifts me up as he sits back on his heels, so I’m straddling him, my hands weaving into his hair as I grinddown, the position allowing me the perfect friction on my clit, and my orgasm building.
He brings me right to the edge, and then lifts me, spinning me around. I bend down, my ass in the air and my boobs on the floor as he palms my ass, and then smacks it, making me cry out with pleasure as my clit pulses and my pussy clenches with need.
He thrusts into me, the new angle hitting deeper, as he smacks my ass at the same time.
I see stars as he picks up his pace, and my orgasm crashes through me, pulling him along with me as he speeds up and calls out his own release while I ride out mine. We move together slowly, enjoying the last few tingles of our orgasms, before I collapse on shaky legs and he catches me, pulling me into his arms.
“Next time, I promise I’ll take my time,” he mutters as he kisses me.
I scoff, “That was fucking awesome, but I’ll never say no to playing for longer.”
He smiles, “Come on, we don’t have much time to get down to lunch before we’ve got to go.”
“Shit,” I exclaim, as I jump up. “I still haven’t packed, and now I’m all sweaty.” I smirk at a still deliciously naked Griff, “You want to come shower with me?”
“Obviously,” Griff says as he jumps to his feet and throws me over his shoulder, smacking my ass as he heads out of the closet and into the bathroom.
“Careful, you do that, and I’m going to want to go for round two even more, and we definitely don’t have time for that,” I warn him witha smirk as I bite his back since it’s the only place that I can reach right now.
He pauses in the doorway to the bathroom.
“Are you okay?”
He nods, “Yeah, I’m just weighing up the options, unfortunately, I think you may be right.”
I chuckle as he puts me down and kisses me.
“Yep, I usually am,” I reply teasingly.
