Chapter 22 #2
“Yes…” I breathe out as I feel his soft kisses move up my legs, my knees now falling wider as I settle into his touch.
My heart thuds in my ears, my mind moving rapidly from this being the most amazing experience of my life, to a little guilt.
Guilt for being with another man without being married.
Guilt for being with a man who’s not the father of the baby I’m carrying.
Guilt for it all. It’s something I’m continuously cloaked in.
Yet I can’t stop it. I don’t want to. I want him. I want Griffin.
“Mmmm, your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, his breath skirting across my sensitive skin, his stubble brushing my inner thighs.
“Look at me…” he growls, and my eyes ping open, staring at him as he lowers, his gaze moving below my bump.
He hits my center, and I gasp in air at the sensation.
“That’s it. Feel me lick you, kiss you, fuck you, and tease you with my tongue. ”
Oh my… Instead of a baby, I might have a heart attack.
His words are filthy, but in the best possible way.
I’ve never been spoken to like this before.
My history with men is not extensive. I was courted by a few from church.
The rules I had to follow became so suffocating that when I met my previous boyfriend, I was smitten.
He didn’t seem as strict or controlling, hence why it resulted in this pregnancy.
He pressured me for months until I caved. It was never like this.
I breathe heavily as I lie here with all my wobbly bits on display, yet Griffin has his head buried in me like I’m his last meal. His hot tongue flicks out, swiping up my center, and I think my eyes roll back into my head.
“That feels sooo…” I can’t finish the sentence as his lips latch on to me, and he sucks my clit until my legs start to shake. “Oh!” I lift my hands from where they grip the sheets beside me, and I mold my breasts, massaging them.
“Fuck. That’s it, sweetness… so fucking beautiful.” Griffin's large hands feel hot underneath my ass as he buries into me farther, his tongue swirling before his lips attach to my clit again, and I almost see stars.
I whimper his name, writhing against him. Is this real? Am I dreaming? I’ve never had a man go down on me. Never something I gave a lot of thought to. But if I knew I’d feel like this, so deliberate, so hungry, so perfect.
“Play with your perfect tits. They will get my attention soon enough,” he warns, and I shiver as my hips rock harder against his face. I dig my fingers into his hair, and he growls against my skin as I scratch his scalp, pulling him against me a little more.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he admits, and I almost choke all over again. Hard for me. I’m almost coming, his words, each and every one of them meaning so much to me and turning me on more than ever.
“Griff,” I pant out, my body feeling every swipe of his tongue and every grip of his palm as tension builds inside me.
“That’s it… Move against my mouth and take what you need. Let me suck your pretty clit while you come…” He latches on again, and I can’t help the orgasm as it starts to flood through me.
“Oh… Oh, Griffin… Griffin!” I cry out his name, over and over, my body shaking. The heaviness of my belly, my life, my situation, all dissipate as Griffin grabs me tighter, and I grip on to his hair as I roll my hips over his face and fully let go.
Shock waves roll through me from head to toe and back again.
My eyes sting and my limbs tremble. I collapse against the mattress, my body liquid as he pulls back to look at me.
His hair is a little messy from where I grabbed it, his lips trailing sweet kisses over my belly.
Whispering sweet nothings to the child I hold as he makes his way up to my face.
Is this real? Did that just happen? As my body turns to mush, my mind races. I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe how perfect it was. I can’t believe how perfect he is. He hovers above me, the two of us staring into each other's eyes.
“That’s number one…”
Still floating on a cloud, I frown, not understanding.
“Number one what?”
“Hudson said orgasms will help contract the belly to help the baby into position. So I figure we need to try for three or four… just to make sure…” The side of his mouth lifts a little, the smirk new and so incredibly hot.
“Three… or… four…?” I’m in disbelief. I’ve never come before. I mean my experience with sex was ok, it was nice enough. But it was never like this.
“Hmmmm, I’ll need you up and bouncing on me this time, sweetness. I want to have your tits in my face and your pussy clenching my cock.”
Those filthy words are already making me pulse again.
“I, ahh… I mean, yes, I want that.” I swallow, my cheeks pinkening even more, but as his hand runs up and down over my skin, his eyes looking right into mine, I know.
This man is even more than I expected. Caressing my bump, he looks over me as though I’m the most magnificent woman he’s ever laid eyes on.
Then his hand continues to lower, down between my legs where his mouth just was.
My legs are already quivering, so sensitive.
“Oh my g—” My words get caught, the feeling immediate as I draw in a breath, feeling his finger circle my clit. The build is instant. Not sure how, but I’m already on edge, wanting, yearning for more.
“I can’t stop touching you even if I tried,” he admits. “You’re so fucking responsive… so fucking delicious…”
“Don’t stop… I don’t want you to stop,” I answer him, so self-assured, because right now, there’s nothing I want more.
“So fucking wet,” he teases as he slips a finger inside, and if I could move, I would buckle, but my body is mush, already pinned underneath him on this bed.
“Griffin…” I hiccup, my plea for more turning into a whimper.
“Hmmmm, sweetness?” He watches me, my eyes locked on his.
“That feels… so good,” I whisper as I lower my hand, gripping on to his forearm, his fingers remaining focused on my clit as he slips another one inside.
“Take what you need. Use me how you want,” he growls, his eyes not leaving me, and I reach down with my other hand, grabbing on to him. His hard, heavy cock now in my palm.
“I want this… I want you…” I pant, my orgasm building, his movement consistent, steady, strong. Touching me like he knows exactly what I need.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I start to pump him. He’s rock solid and hot in my hand, but I go slow. Teasingly so.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him as we both pleasure the other.
“That’s the plan, sweetness…” Deep and low, like a beast from the forest, the vibrations of his voice are felt around the room. “You come for me, sweet thing… Come on my hand and let me feel your pussy quiver for me.”
His will makes it so, and like he commanded, I break.
“Oooooh… Oh my… OH…” I pant as I drop my hand from him, grip on to the sheets beside me, and with his hand pinching my clit, I come again. “Griff!” I scream and shudder, this release coming faster and fuller than the last.
My body almost spent, I melt into the mattress as his finger draws lazily over me, before running back up my side. We stay like that as I catch my breath and come back down to earth. When my eyes ping open, and I look at him, ready for more, his grin is wicked.
“Now I need you to move, sweetness.”
I’ll do whatever he says, whatever he wants, if I get to feel like that with him again.