Griffin
I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone else in my life. My lips are glued to hers, my hands pulling her close, and if I could make us one, I would. There’s no doubt she’s my other half. The other half of my heart, but also my soul. I’m not only connected to her, but I’m one hundred percent tethered. Tethered to something for the first time in my life.
She sticks with me. Her hands delving into my hair, pulling my head to hers, like she’s scared to let me go too. So together we lie here, kissing like we need each other more than the air we breathe. We kiss like it’s our last moments on earth. I’m hungry. Hungry for her, although I know even if we have the green light from the doctor, we still need to go easy, be gentle. I’ve been researching. I’ve learned all the ins and outs of the situation post birth. How she’ll feel physically, but also emotionally. So I move my lips to her jaw, then her neck, wanting to cover her entire body with my kisses. I want to let her know she’s wanted, she’s beautiful, and I meant what I told her earlier—she is mine.
“Griffin…” She moans my name in a way that makes me feel seen. No other woman I’ve been with sounds like this. Like she’s calling just for me and what only I can do for her.
“Yeah, sweetness,” I murmur against her chest. Her breasts are phenomenal, but Tommy has the rights to them at the moment, so I move over them quickly, happy to wait until they’re all mine again.
“This feels…” She doesn’t finish, but I hear her heart pounding. Matching my own. She feels it. I know she does.
“I know,” I tell her, wanting to comfort her as she threads her fingers through my hair. The tug against my scalp feels heavenly as I kiss across her torso. I cover every inch, my tongue tracing patterns, my lips stamping their ownership. I move down her hip, across her hip bone, down to her core. I kiss across her upper thigh, right down her knees, to her toes before I move to the other leg and kiss back up.
“Are you kissing all of me?” She grins, a giggle popping from her lips, delight in her eyes.
“Every fucking inch…” I murmur, my lips not leaving her for a second before I come back up to her face.
She cups my face, looking at me, something in her gaze that speaks for her matching hunger. “I think it’s my turn,” she says as she sits up, and I sit up with her.
“No, tonight is about you,” I tell her, adamant that I want her looked after, nourished. Giving so much of herself to Tommy, to the bakery, she needs someone to give her the world. That’s a role I firmly put my hand up for. In the bedroom and outside of it.
“Tonight is about us,” she replies firmly. “Besides, what I want is to kiss you.”
I wait for a beat, but then she moves off the bed and I swing my feet over the side, ready to stand. Wondering what she’s doing.
“Where are you going?” I frown.
“Nowhere.” She slowly lowers to her knees in front of me. My hands grip the blankets on either side of where I sit on the edge of the mattress.
“Sweetness… You don’t—”
“Don’t go telling me what I can and can’t do,” she bites back, sassy as can be, as her hands grab the sides of my boxers and she pulls them down. I do little to stop her. How could I? This beautiful woman of my dreams, naked and on her knees in front of me, wants to touch me. I shimmy them off and sit back on the edge of the mattress, completely naked, awaiting her next move.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as her hands fall onto my knees before she runs them up my inner thighs. I lean back on my hands, watching her, holding my breath, my cock rock hard, throbbing for her touch.
I don’t have to wait long. Her small, soft hands curve up my thighs, and with a double grip, she palms me.
“Fuck,” I grit out at the contact, not able to help it. My dreams are coming alive.
I’m a big man, I know I am. Women have commented all my life, some even decide they don’t want me because of it. But Savannah leans in, moving her hands up and down, getting a feel of me, while my grip on the sheets underneath me turns white-knuckled, not wanting to come too soon. Which is a constant threat around this woman.
It feels good. Being open with her like this, having her on her knees for me. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“This okay?” she asks sweetly, looking up at me.
“It’s more than okay … It’s fucking phenomenal.” My breathing quickens as my gaze roams her naked body, her curves, her tits that I love so much.
“How about this?” she leans in and takes the tip of me into her mouth. I’m speechless for a beat. The air completely leaves my lungs.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my fingers digging into the blankets more, squeezing the fabric. My head drops back, and I look at the ceiling as I feel her warm, wet lips on my cock. Sucking, licking, keeping me at her mercy.
She moans as she takes me in again, and when I look back down at her, I swear I see stars. She’s teasingly slow, almost playing with me, smiling around my length and getting a feel for how we are together like this.
“Baby, please,” I beg, my chest now heaving as I try to hold on. I never fucking beg. Never begged for a thing in my entire life. But I’m begging for her. I need her, want her, my legs are almost trembling with how much.
“So good,” she murmurs against the tip, swirling her tongue around it before taking me in again. A little deeper this time. I look so fucking good in her mouth, her pretty pink lips stretching to fit me. The visual is spectacular.
My teeth are gritted tight, body tense, trying to hold on when she sucks me in even deeper, then starts bobbing slowly up and down, up and down. “Fuck!” I almost buck off the bed as she picks up speed, her tongue massaging me as she goes. I want to fuck her face. I want to grip her head and thrust into her mouth over and over. But I sit as still as I can, letting her manhandle me. Letting her tease and lick and suck, and I’ve never felt such intense pleasure and pain at the same time.
