“Griffin, please…”
Mumbling against her sex, he asked, “What, baby? What do you need?”
Her voice rasped, “You. Just more you.”
Grinning, he slid one finger inside, tweaking until she cried out her release, and he slowly licked her essence before kissing over her mound and stomach. Seeing her front snap bra, he once again decided that was the clothing of choice just for its convenience. Her fingers had already found the snap and her breasts spilled free. “Gorgeous… fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.”
He stood, his fingers now fumbling as he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt before tossing it to the floor. As he unbuckled his belt, she leaned up and wiggled out of her bra and dress before laying back, now completely exposed. Her eyes lit as her gaze moved over his body while he kicked off his shoes, slid off his pants and boxers, and ditched his socks. Fisting his cock, he grinned, loving the unfettered access to her body as well as the appreciative gleam in her eyes.
Her arms lifted, fingers wiggling, beckoning him in, a siren’s call he intended to answer just as quickly as he could reach down to snag a condom from his wallet. Rolling it on, he looked up, seeing her gaze on his cock, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Christ, now I want her mouth on me. Giving a mental shake, he pushed that desire down, wanting to fill her instead. Climbing over her, he kissed each breast before sucking a nipple deeply, eliciting another moan as she writhed underneath him. Settling his thighs between hers, he aligned his cock to her entrance. Resting his weight on his hand, he leaned over, dragging his other hand between her breasts to her chest, feeling her heart pounding underneath his fingers.
He lifted his brows, waiting. She smiled and nodded. “I want you, Griffin. Only you.”
Easing in, she lifted her legs and wrapped her calves around his back. Plunging, he was sheathed in her tight warmth, and she gasped just before her hands clutched his arms. Over and over he thrust, and she lifted her hips to meet his movements. It had been a while since he’d been with anyone other than his hand. Afraid he’d unman himself, he forced his mind off his cock and focused on the woman underneath him. Her dark hair spread over the pale colors of the bedspread. Her upper chest was flushed pink, the same color rising up her neck and to her cheeks. Her blue eyes stayed pinned on him, seeming to take him in as much as he was admiring her.
He dropped down from his hands to rest his weight off her chest with his forearms, his hands palming her cheeks. Her breathing increased, her breasts pressing against his chest with each inhalation.
“Griffin…”
“Come on, babe.”
“Griffin…” Each time she called his name, her voice became more desperate. “I need… I need…”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
“I… oh, Griff...” Her fingers dug into his arm, her fingernails leaving little crescents as she cried out her release.
He felt her core tighten, and he fell over the precipice after her. Pumping until every drop had left his cock, he rolled to her side as he dropped, wrapping her into his arms. His body shook with his orgasm as well as the emotions crashing into him. He held her tight until their heartbeats returned to normal and his cock slid from her body. They lay facing each other, gazes never wavering. Brushing her damp hair from her face, he swept his thumb over her cheek. Kissing her softly, he whispered, “Christ, babe, you are so fuckin’ beautiful.”
22
Caitlyn stirred, her eyes blinking open. She normally woke fully alert, and this morning was no different… except she was instantly aware there were a lot of things not the same. A delicious twinge in her core. The extra heat in her bed. The heavy weight that lay across her legs. The arm that was slung over her waist. Shifting gently, she stared at the face of the man who’d given her all the feels last night. From dinner, to laughter, to a water taxi ride, to sex that was so far better than any she’d ever experienced. And now, to waking up to him wrapped around her.
His long hair was swept back from his face except for the curl that lay across his forehead. The sun-lines that emanated from his eyes were softened in sleep. His jaw was covered in a shadow of a dark beard.
The sheet had slipped to his waist—his trim, muscular waist, giving evidence to the fact that he worked for a living. Real, physical work. His muscles were honed, and she knew from her intimate perusal last night that his body fat was almost nil. A flash of Jamie bragging about his body on their one date ran through her mind, and she battled back a grin. Griffin didn’t need to brag. He simply was the real deal.
She wanted to kiss him, taste the underside of his jaw. Slide down and take him in her mouth. Run her fingers over his body, exploring the dips and hollows. But… she desperately needed to visit the bathroom. Her bladder was calling, and her morning breath made her afraid his cock would wither if she didn’t take care of that first. Why do romance novels always talk about morning sex without taking care of certain bodily functions first?
Hating to leave the warm bed, she gently eased away from him and tiptoe-ran into the bathroom. Taking care of business, she then looked in the mirror. Always careful to remove her makeup before bed, she was agog at the raccoon-eyed sight before her. Quickly washing her face, she moisturized then brushed her teeth. Peeking into the bedroom, she was thrilled to see that he was still asleep.
Now, ready to pounce, she slid back underneath the covers and settled near his hips, her fingers surprised to see that his cock was hard. She licked her lips then slid them over him. He stirred, and she took the rest of him, or as much as she could, into her mouth. Unable to completely sheathe him, her hand wrapped around the base, pumping as her mouth bobbed over his length.
She felt the instant he woke, his whole body jerking, his hips lifting, his cock surging into her mouth.
“Christ Almighty, Caitlyn,” he groaned.
She peeked up at him, continuing to lick and suck, loving the look on his face as he lifted his head to peer down at her. Her movements halted as she grinned, then began again as she dropped her gaze, torn between the desire to see his face and continuing her ministrations.
He flopped back onto the pillow, groaning, “Fuckin’ hell,” as his fingers found their way into her hair, tangling and gripping. It didn’t hurt but spurned her on faster.
“Condom,” he growled, twisting slightly to the side.
“Uh-uh… wanna fini…” she garbled, not stopping.
“Babe, I’m gonna—”
“Goo…” she continued.
With a few more sucks, she felt his hot release and swallowed it all, licking him when it was over.
His body, now relaxed with a sheen of sweat coating it, was the perfect canvas for her to explore as she kissed her way up to his mouth.
“Damn, woman, you may have just killed me.” Opening his eyes, he held her captive with his blue-eyed gaze.
“Death by morning blowjob,” she giggled.
“Come here.” His hand left her hair and reached underneath her arms to haul her up against his body to where she lay on top.
He kissed her, and she melted, her body liquid as soon as his mouth sealed her. Their tongues tangled for just a moment before he pulled back. Looking down, she was about to ask why he stopped when he mumbled.