Chapter 37 #2
She glanced nervously at the titles. She wondered if he would be mad if he knew what she liked to read.
She knew some men were insecure when women read romance, like it affected or challenged their own masculinity when, in reality, romance novels were her happy place.
The smut was a bonus she enjoyed. It was a refreshing and safe way to explore her sexuality with no pressure.
She found with Griffin, it was easier to let him take control.
She absolutely loved it when he dominated her in the bedroom.
Would he let me take control?
She had a feeling he would. Griffin didn’t seem to be the type of person to be emasculated by her desire to be in control. He’d never made a comment about her reading when she was staying at his apartment. Or when she was at his house.
Griffin picked out a show and set it on. He finally turned his full attention to her. Her body tingled with awareness at his hooded eyes. She knew what that look often led to, and her core pulsed with anticipation.
At her age, she never would have imagined she would still be interested in sex, but Griffin made her feel like a horny teenager for the first time in her life. She never felt this way about anyone else before.
Is it Griffin that made me feel this way?
“When will the food get here?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Um…” She pulled out her phone and opened the app to show her order status. “The app says about forty-five minutes.” Quynh yelped as he picked her up and placed her in his lap. The movement dislodged Pickles from Griffin’s lap, who meowed angrily before stomping away.
Something hard pressed against her bottom. Her phone clattered to the floor as her hands came up to clutch his shoulders. Quynh fought the impulse to squirm against the hard ridge pressing against her bottom. His cock was hard, taunting her with how close it was to her already-soaked center.
Suddenly, she was breathless at the memory of how his cock felt.
The way his hard length stretched her, filling her empty core and making her see stars with every thrust. It had been weeks since he’d been inside her.
The throbbing ache between her thighs pulsed in a relentless rhythm, making her desperate to have him inside of her again. To be close to him again.
Gulping, she took in a shaky breath. Her hand came up to the back of his neck and played with the soft strands of his dark hair. It had gotten longer during their separation.
“This is new.” Her other hand gently rubbed against the bristles of his beard he’d let grow out.
“Hmmph.” She smiled at Griffin’s grunted response .
“I like it.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Even as he burrowed his face into her hand, his soft bristles tickled her palm, reminding her of Pickles.
“Why not?”
“It’s a pain in the ass,” he said as if it was obvious.
“Oh. Well, it makes you look like a real grumpy bear.”
The air in the room changed. She sensed his mood shift but ignored the threat.
“What did you call me?” His low voice deepened.
“I said,” she continued, “you look like a real grumpy bear with that scowl on your face.” I chuckled at his expression.
“That’s it.”
She squealed in shock as he flipped her over and began tickling her. Her peals of laughter echoed throughout the apartment.
“Oh my god, stop!” She begged between laughing breaths. “Please!”
After another moment of agonizingly sweet torture, Griffin finally relented, a sigh escaping his lips. He stared down at her as the sounds of the television filtered back into her awareness. She forgot it was even on, so engrossed she was with Griffin.
A warm smile bloomed on her face as she looked up at him. A weight lifted from her chest. Happiness bloomed inside her like a flower in spring. Her heart melted as she saw her own emotions reflected in his gentle gaze.
The intensity of her emotions overwhelmed her. She desperately wanted to confess her feelings. The words burned on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them down as a knot tightened in her throat. She wasn’t sure if the time was right. The weight of her confession pressed down on her.
She loved him—so much it hurt. She could almost taste the regret, bittersweet on her tongue, as she thought of what she almost lost.
“Can I ask you something?” she said instead of what she really wanted to say.
“Yeah?” Griffin tilted his head as he studied her.
“What…I mean…Why are you here?” She avoided his gaze and picked at the imaginary lint on his shirt.
“I missed you.” His voice rang with conviction.
Their eyes met, and a strange, dizzying sensation washed over her like she was falling from a great height.
Only this time, fear did not grip her. She let herself soak it in while lying securely in his arms. It was terrifying just as much as it was exhilarating.
Griffin leaned down until they were nose to nose, their breaths mingling. His hips nestled between her thighs as she cradled him. He didn’t apply any pressure as their bodies met. A palpable tension crackled in the air between them .
“I came here for you.” His words hovered above her lips.
“How did you know where to go?”
“Sean reminded me I had your address from the invoice when you first came in.”
“Oh. That’s smart.” Quynh licked her lips and swallowed. “Are you still mad at me?”
He paused, thinking over his answer.
“Yes.”
Her face fell, and she attempted to look away. His hand gripped her chin and turned her head so they were face to face. Griffin rested his forehead against hers, taking in a deep breath.
“I am mad that you left without talking to me. I wish you had let me explain. I’ve been worried about you for weeks.” His admission made her stomach flutter.
He was worried about me?
“Why were you worried about me?”
“I always worry about you.” He gestured with his head toward the kitchen. “You don’t even have food in your kitchen. I didn’t even know if you made it to your destination. You didn’t call or text?—”
“You didn’t either…”
“I know. I should have, but I’m not good at this…relationship thing.”
“Relationship?” Her heart skipped a beat.
“Yeah…” His cheeks flushed adorably .
“Are we…in a relationship? A knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. She needed to be absolutely certain.
“You bet your ass we are. Did you think you could escape me a second time? I’m not letting you go that easily,” he growled, his grip tightening.
“So does that mean you’re…my…boyfriend?” Her voice was shy. Unsure. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.
“I’m too old to be anyone’s boyfriend,” he said. At her disappointed expression, he continued. “But I’m definitely your man. And you’re my woman.”
“Your woman?”
I like the sound of that.
“My woman.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you have to say?” His voice cracked with astonishment.
“Well…yeah, what else do you want me to say to a grumpy bear that’s smothering me beneath his weight?”
“Oh, so now you’re calling me fat?” Griffin reared back, his eyes wide with a mocked, affronted look, a snort escaping his nostrils.
“I would never.” She laughed and pushed at his chest in jest.
Griffin leaned down to kiss her. What started out sweet quickly became heated as he deepened the kiss. When their tongues touched, it sent a tingle straight to her clit, making her moan.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said between kisses as he carved a trail down the side of her jaw and neck.
She waited with bated breath as he approached the sensitive underside of her neck. He grazed the area with his lips teasingly and continued his path down her shoulder. She groaned in frustration even as she grew wet with his teasing ministrations.
Griffin chuckled against her collarbone.
He tugged at the hem of her top, pulling it over her head in one swift movement.
His large hands cupped her breasts, kneading them as he stared down, his dilated pupils a sign of his growing lust. As was the outline of his erection in the band of his sweatpants.
Where did those pants come from?
She wondered why they looked familiar. Before she could figure it out, Griffin yanked her pants and underwear off her, leaving her completely naked on the couch.
She resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands. Instead, she watched Griffin’s face closely as his heated gaze roamed over her. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her, making her skin pebble. Her hands clenched the couch cushions beneath her reflexively.
The tip of Griffin’s tongue peeked out as he licked his upper lip like a hungry predator about to take a bite out of its meal. She should be scared of the way he was looking at her. Instead, she felt powerful.
She did this to him. Made him hunger for a taste. A rush of excitement at the prospect of affecting someone as strong as Griffin. She brought him to his knees with just her body.
Despite her prone position, she knew she was in control. Bolstered by her newfound confidence, Quynh bent her knee next to his hip. She opened her thigh, exposing her wet center to him.
Quynh watched as his nostrils flared with the movement, his attention on her every move as she exposed herself to him.
“Oh, sunshine, you shouldn’t have done that.” His threat was issued in a low tenor.
Before she responded, Griffin pounced. He leaned down and laved at her pussy like a man starved for water, as if he was drowning. He needed to taste her.
He licked and sucked. He kissed and flicked. It all sent her toes curling as a hand gripped his hair. The other hand went behind her head and gripped the side of the couch.
A gasp escaped her lips as her body arched, sensitive to his every touch. The pleasure rolled through her in powerful waves. She came to a screaming climax all too quickly.
Her clit was overly sensitive from their earlier activities. But really, she had been in a hyper state of awareness since she woke up wrapped in his arms not even an hour ago.
Before she could catch her breath, Griffin sat back and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down over the crease of his ass.
His cock popped out, hard and erect, standing at attention.
Griffin gripped his cock in one hand while the other came down to squeeze his balls that hung heavily between his legs.
He smoothed a thick palm over his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum across the tip before leaning over her body, still reeling from her orgasm. He slid his cock slowly against her, giving her teasing strokes against her wet folds, getting his cock wet with her arousal.
“Mmm, look how wet you are for me. You’re soaking my cock.” He lined the tip of his cock against her center, giving her a moment to brace herself.
Griffin didn’t give her any other warnings before he sank himself deep inside of her. He buried himself to the hilt, giving her only a breath to adjust to his size. Groaning, he set a relentless pace.
It was fast. It was hard. It was everything she needed at this moment.
Moving together at a furious pace, their bodies spoke what their words could not. The electrifying friction between their sweat-slicked skin crackled with unspoken hurts from the past couple of weeks, the tension between them melting away as they came together in a primitive dance.
Quynh tried to hold on. She struggled to hold out until he was on the edge with her, but another orgasm crashed into her.
As she regained awareness of her body, she heard Griffin’s deep grunt, which signaled his impending climax.
She gripped his hips with her ankles, locking him deep inside of her as he came with a low groan.
The feeling of his cock jerking and pulsing inside her sent her over the precipice again.
Three orgasms in one day must have been a record.
When her vision cleared, she realized Griffin was collapsed on top of her. His heavy weight was a welcome as he caught his breath. Their sweat-slicked skin clung together. She ran lazy circles on his back as they both came back down to earth.
After a quiet moment, Griffin lifted his head to look down at her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, though she knew his words meant more than what just happened between them.
“Yes, I’m okay.” She smiled up at him.
They were going to be okay.
No matter what happens next, they’ll figure it out.
She was going to take things one day at a time and stop worrying so much about the future.