“Oh my g—” My words get caught, the feeling immediate as I draw in a breath, feeling his finger circle my clit. The build is instant. Not sure how, but I’m already on edge, wanting, yearning for more.
“I can’t stop touching you even if I tried,” he admits. “You’re so fucking responsive… so fucking delicious…”
“Don’t stop… I don’t want you to stop,” I answer him, so self-assured, because right now, there’s nothing I want more.
“So fucking wet,” he teases as he slips a finger inside, and if I could move, I would buckle, but my body is mush, already pinned underneath him on this bed.
“Griffin…” I hiccup, my plea for more turning into a whimper.
“Hmmmm, sweetness?” He watches me, my eyes locked on his.
“That feels… so good,” I whisper as I lower my hand, gripping on to his forearm, his fingers remaining focused on my clit as he slips another one inside.
“Take what you need. Use me how you want,” he growls, his eyes not leaving me, and I reach down with my other hand, grabbing on to him. His hard, heavy cock now in my palm.
“I want this… I want you…” I pant, my orgasm building, his movement consistent, steady, strong. Touching me like he knows exactly what I need.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I start to pump him. He’s rock solid and hot in my hand, but I go slow. Teasingly so.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him as we both pleasure the other.
“That’s the plan, sweetness…” Deep and low, like a beast from the forest, the vibrations of his voice are felt around the room. “You come for me, sweet thing… Come on my hand and let me feel your pussy quiver for me.”
His will makes it so, and like he commanded, I break.
“Oooooh… Oh my… OH…” I pant as I drop my hand from him, grip on to the sheets beside me, and with his hand pinching my clit, I come again. “Griff!” I scream and shudder, this release coming faster and fuller than the last.
My body almost spent, I melt into the mattress as his finger draws lazily over me, before running back up my side. We stay like that as I catch my breath and come back down to earth. When my eyes ping open, and I look at him, ready for more, his grin is wicked.
“Now I need you to move, sweetness.”
I’ll do whatever he says, whatever he wants, if I get to feel like that with him again.
23
Griffin
The way she responds to me, the way her beautiful naked body moves, I’ve never seen or had a woman like her. And if I wasn’t already addicted to her, I am now. I can’t stop touching her. I want to kiss her body, suck on her clit, play with her tits. I want to lie here with her naked, all night long, and touch every inch of her, trail over every dip and curve with my tongue.
“All this action surely has to be helping…” She giggles as I help her move, lifting her up onto her knees, and I sit on her bed, leaning back on the headboard before helping her straddle me.
“I can do this all night… You can lie down and let me take care of it all,” I tell her the truth. She must be tired, but as she straddles me with more ease than I was expecting, her eyes have as much fire in them as I’m sure my own do. This woman wants me. And that’s a damn good thing, because now that I’ve had a taste, I’m going to find it difficult to remove myself from her.
“I think I’d like to try and take care of you now for a little bit…” She’s breathy, sitting on my lap, looking perfect. I run my hand up and down her side, feeling her soft, supple skin. Nervous, not wanting to hurt her. Wanting to do right by her.
It’s a feeling I haven’t experienced too often in this situation. The whole activity of sex has always been one of necessity for me, not one of feeling or emotion or tender touches. This is already different from any that have come before, not because of her baby and our situation, but it’s also different for me. Our connection is deeper. Our affection for each other is clear. I haven’t allowed myself to get connected in the past. I have no idea what it is about her that has me feeling a certain way. But I do.
“Hudson said that my semen can soften your cervix, so it’s good for bringing on the baby. I’m clean, but I can wear a condom if you prefer.” I look at her, my eyes traveling the length of her body and back again. She’s so fucking beautiful. Round, soft, carrying life. Her tits are massive, her ass a handful, her belly tight and round. She looks like Mother Earth herself, or a divine feminine life force that has pinned me for good.
“It’s okay… It’s not like I can baby trap you…” she jokes, and I grin as she lowers to me, and I run my hands up her back.
“Take your time. Take it easy. You lead… You tell me what you want, what you need, and I’ll do it, sweetness,” I warn her through gritted teeth because having her naked on me like this is going to be a core memory I'll never forget. One I will remember the day I take my last breath, I’m sure of it.
My dick is already weeping. The strength it’s taking me not to pin her to the bed, pull her fantastic ass up, and fuck her like I want to almost overwhelming for me. But that time will come. I still taste her on my lips, feel her soft curves under my rough hands, and now as she lowers onto me, I hope I don’t come too soon.
“I can’t see. Tell me if…” she starts to say, doubt seeping in.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, positioning myself, feeling her center touch mine. I hold her around her back, pulling her down onto me, guiding her as her belly hits my own, and we join. I pull in a breath as she sinks down, gliding onto me so well. She moves slowly, her mouth opening on a gasp, her full weight dropping onto me until I’m deeply seated inside her.
