Then he’s kissing me again, his tongue darting out to brush my lips as my hands run over his muscular chest, waves of heat coursing through me.
“We should get naked,” I mumble against his lips and he chuckles.
“I love that we’re already in sync.”
With one swift motion, he unzips my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside, my bra follows, then he drags my panties down my hips and throws them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
The movement makes me gasp a little bit as the material rubs up against my hyper-sensitive skin. And the fact that he’s standing there, just watching me, while I’m in his bed, in nothing but my birthday suit, makes me ache so badly that I have to stop myself from moaning out loud.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, voice low.
I arch up off the bed, my body actually vibrating with need. “No fair,” I tease “You’ve got me naked already, and you’re still dressed.”
“Excellent point.” And then he makes extremely fast work of stripping out of his jeans, his sweater, and the t-shirt he was wearing underneath it. Within moments, he’s standing in front of me, completely naked, the confidence and pride in his body emanating from his aura.
God, the man is beautiful. Pure eroticism. All tightly strung muscle and lean hipped, with just a dusting of golden hair in the right places.
Mouth dry, unable to say a word to express the need coursing through me, I sit up, grab him around the neck, and pull him down on top of me, the tip of his cock nudging up against me and making my hips rock in anticipation.
I need his touch.
“Stop teasing.” I scrape my nails along his sculpted back, causing him to shake. A small sound of appreciation escapes my lips. I like the way my touch affects him. “Or I’ll rethink that yes I gave you in the elevator.”
“Hmm, we don’t want that,” he says just before our mouths collide again, and I become completely lost in the moment. His fingers trail from my neck to my shoulders and then to my breasts as he pulls my body closer to his. His mouth connects with my nipple, and I gasp, involuntarily wriggling against him as he takes his time, licking, tasting. His hands rove up and down my body sending fresh sparks shooting through my chest and down to the pit of my stomach.
I’m so focused on the sensations he’s eliciting in my breast that I’m hardly aware of the feeling of his other hand scorching a path down my stomach, stopping just below my navel before dipping lower. His long finger traces the shape of my most sensitive area, already slick with excitement, stroking me open with the deft movements of a guy who knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You’re wet,” he observes, “so ready for me.” Then his tongue drags over to my inner thigh, his hands holding me spread open for him to play. I arch up into his face as I struggle to hurry him up, but his grip tightens, and he shoots me a warning glance. “First I fuck you with my tongue."
My cry dies in my throat as he drags his tongue against my core, licking me with deliberate abandon. My head spins. My hips move frantically. Blood pounds in my ears. He’s going agonizingly slow, torturing me. I’m at a loss for words as two fingers circle my clit, lighting me up with arousal.
“So delicious,” he hums, his tongue grazing my skin, setting me on fire.
“Griff.”
“Come for me, Chelsea. Come in my mouth.”
He rubs hard over my clit, curls his fingers, and thrusts deep. A gasp escapes my lips. I tangle my hands in his hair and try not to scream as his expert motions reduce me to a quivering mess. I barely have time to prepare myself before an orgasm rips through me, intense enough to leave me gasping for breath and shaking as I stare into his bright eyes. An array of unspoken emotions is playing across his face, but the one at the forefront right now is singular, targeted lust.
“You’re lucky you’re so damn handsome,” I tell him, panting through the delicious aftershocks rippling through her body in delicious waves.
Griff drags his mouth away from me, places a kiss on each of my inner thighs before reaching for the bedside table. I grab the foil from his hand and tear it open, placing the condom over his throbbing erection and roll it down.
He smirks. “Impatient?”
“Very much.”
He snorts then looms above me, hands propped near my head. His forest green eyes delve into mine, his dick pausing at my entrance. “Say yes. I need to know you want this.”
“Yes.” I wrap my legs around his hips and guide him to me. “I need you right here.”
“As you wish.” He presses inside, going agonizingly slow. My body pulls tight around him as he sinks deep into me, stretching me open beautifully until he fills me completely. My breath catches. Stars pop behind my eyes from the wave of pleasure racing through me. When he seats himself fully, he glances down at me, his eyes bright with need. “You feel amazing.”
My heart skips a beat, the pleasure of having Griff inside me is unexpected, and yet feels so right. “You too.”
Dipping his head, he takes my lips as he thrusts, going as deep as he can. There’s something about that first thrust, that first amazing thrust that I can feel him entering my soul. I gasp and arch up against him, my body squeezing around his cock, already close to the edge again. Then, he begins to move inside me, his hands on either side of my face, our foreheads touching. The sensations going through me are beautiful, our movements like a dance, but soon, the desire is nearly overpowering.
Griff’s fingers dig into my thighs as he takes control, beginning to move quicker now, his hips snapping up to meet mine. Before long, he’s thrusting—long, slow, deep drives—in and out of me, harder, faster.
“I knew you’d feel good.” He grasps my hips, tilting us so every inch of him as he slides in and out hits me just right as our bodies move in naked poetry. “So fucking good.”
I kiss him harder. My nails dig into his shoulders. My mind spins in dizzying circles. I’m at the edge and panting, almost incapable of thinking past how good he feels. I’m about to dive into the abyss—and I want him with me—not just for tonight, but longer if we can manage it.
We might have gone on like that for minutes, or we might have gone on for hours, but nothing tops the explosion that goes through me as I come undone.
I’m still riding out the euphoria of a second orgasm when Griff groans something erotically dirty. He pumps one more time, then buries his face in the crook of my neck and lets himself go.
For a long moment we stay still—chests pressing together, our breaths itching, muscles trembling—before he finally shifts and collapses beside me.
“Wow,” I whisper in the silence. “That was—”
“Mind-fucking blowing.” He turns onto his side; his hand lazily races up my thigh. “Are we officially dating?”
“As long as you’re okay with a long distance relationship,” I say, still catching my breath.
He leans forward and kisses me. “You’re worth every mile between us.”
Chapter 15
#TrueFriendsAreNeverApart
“Well,” Sage says, looking across the table from me to Griffin, “talk about an interesting development.”