Chapter 13 #3
“Do you have any idea what the sight of your wet pussy does to me? Hmm?”
She shook her head as her fingers gripped his duvet tightly.
“N-no.”
“That’s okay, sunshine. I’ll show you what it does to me.”
With his hands on her knees, he placed one leg over his shoulder and ran the tip of his nose along her inner thigh.
By the time he reached her panties, they were completely soaked with her arousal.
He tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help but admire the sight.
Nothing better than seeing someone so turned on they drenched through layers of cloth.
Leaning in, he rubbed the tip of his nose along the wet cloth and inhaled her sweet scent. Pulling her underwear aside, he flicked out his tongue for a taste.
Fuck . He almost came in his pants when she let out a sharp gasp. She tasted so good.
Burying his face in her pussy, he licked and teased at her slit, coaxing more of her arousal to drench his face and tongue.
Her gasps and moans were like music to his ears.
A symphony he’d never tire of hearing. When his searching tongue found her sensitive clit, her hips bucked as if to escape from the onslaught.
Oh, no. She would not get away that easily. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pinned her down while the other hand tugged her panties aside. Looking up from the altar between her legs, he smirked, fully aware his lips were coated with her arousal.
“Uh-uh. You’re going to be a good girl and stay still for me. You hear me?” At her frantic nod, he returned his attention to her needy pussy.
His mouth watered as he leaned in and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her mound. Her groan of protest made him chuckle until her small hands tugged at his hair.
Something snapped inside of him, like a feral beast locked in a cage for too long. He unleashed his hunger, and her pussy took the brunt of the assault. He licked and sucked at her folds. The noises she elicited sounded obscene if he had been a prude.
Thankfully, he was no prude. Each moan of pleasure ratcheted his own, and he hungered for more.
He discovered she loved it when he flicked and sucked at her clit while his fingers spread her open.
He teased her with his fingertips, circling at her entrance and applying just enough pressure to drive her wild.
“Griffin…p-please.”
“Hmmm. I love the way you beg for me, sunshine.”
He pushed his finger into her core, delighted at her gasp of pleasure.
He thrusted his finger in and out a few times before slowly adding a second finger.
He doubled his efforts on her clit, alternating between licking and sucking.
Her thighs threatened to crush his head, but if he died with her taste on his lips, he’d die a happy man.
He knew she was on the brink of an orgasm when her thighs quivered and her grip on his hair became frantic.
“Oh, oh, god!”
“Say my name when you come, sunshine.”
He curled his fingers inside of her, pulsing it against her spongy G-spot and set a relentless rhythm between flicking and sucking at her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Griffin, I’m co-coming!”
He didn’t let up even as her body threatened to strangle his fingers or when she suffocated him by shoving him harder against her pussy. Her body spasming from the intensity of her orgasm beneath his strong grip around her waist was worth every single car in his garage.
Her body relaxed and melted into the mattress. Her legs loosened to release his head, and still, he licked softly at her pussy. Griffin brought his fingers coated with her cum to his lips, wrapping his lips around his digits and sucking her juices off his fingers.
Gripping her hips, he continued licking and lapping at her center, tasting her sweet cream from the source.
“Ahh. Griffin…no more. ”
He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, letting it go with a soft pop.
“One more, sunshine. You can give me at least one more.”
He returned his attention to her glistening pussy, reveling at the way her body responded to his touch. This time, when she came, his name came out in a scream before she fell limply in bed.
A double orgasm for dessert. His favorite kind.
He put her panties back, but grabbed a pair of his boxers to slide up her legs. He didn’t think she’d want to squeeze back into the tight shorts when her pussy was probably oversensitive. He grabbed his discarded shirt off the ground and helped her into the garment.
Picking her up gently, he maneuvered her into the center of his bed and covered her with his blanket. She left out a sleepy sigh, her eyes fluttering open. The soft smile on her face made something in his chest squeeze. A foreign sensation. One he was determined to ignore.
“Rest.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and went in search of a glass of water for her.
She’d probably be dehydrated with the amount of fluids that leaked out of her from her orgasms, so hydration was important.
Normally, he’d be pushing to leave once the deed was done. But tonight, he’d thought only of her pleasure and ignored his still-aching cock. He almost came with her the second time she’d convulsed and screamed his name, barely holding back on spilling into his sweatpants.
Admittedly, it was the first time he’d enjoyed someone else’s pleasure so much that it threatened his otherwise iron-clad control of his own desires. He’d wanted to plunge into her tight pussy while she was in the middle of her orgasm and feel her come around his cock. Next time.
He’d make sure it would happen next time.
There had to be a next time. He wasn’t done with her yet. If anything, he’d become a man obsessed with owning and possessing her, even for the short time she was in town.
When it was time for her to leave, he would let her walk away. No strings attached.
It was simply a sexual attraction, and once they got each other out of their systems, they’d be able to both move on.
No hard feelings.
Or, at least, it was what he told himself.
He ignored the small voice calling him a liar.
It had to be over when she left. There was no way to make a long-distance relationship work.
Besides, he wasn’t interested in being in a relationship. He was too old to be anyone’s boyfriend. Nor did he want the complications a relationship would likely bring.
No. He didn’t need to be tied down to any woman who would want more from him than he was willing to give.
He was happy with his lifestyle just the way it was.
Grabbing a clean cup from the cabinet, he filled it with water and gulped it down. Her taste still lingered on his lips. No doubt her cum was drying in his beard.
He should probably wash it off, but the thought didn’t last. He liked the idea of falling asleep with her cum on his face, having her sweet smell be the last thing he’d smell before falling asleep.
She was probably waiting for him. Griffin grabbed another cup and poured some fresh water for Quynh.
By the time he returned, she was snoring softly in his bed. He didn’t have the heart or will to wake her.
Sliding between the sheets, he lay on his side and watched her as she slept. He fought the urge to trace her profile with his fingers, just barely.
The sight of her in his bed didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would.
In fact, he liked the way she looked in his bed.
Maybe, a little too much.