Chapter 23
Griffin
The way she responds to me, the way her beautiful naked body moves, I’ve never seen or had a woman like her.
And if I wasn’t already addicted to her, I am now.
I can’t stop touching her. I want to kiss her body, suck on her clit, play with her tits.
I want to lie here with her naked, all night long, and touch every inch of her, trail over every dip and curve with my tongue.
“All this action surely has to be helping…” She giggles as I help her move, lifting her up onto her knees, and I sit on her bed, leaning back on the headboard before helping her straddle me.
“I can do this all night… You can lie down and let me take care of it all,” I tell her the truth.
She must be tired, but as she straddles me with more ease than I was expecting, her eyes have as much fire in them as I’m sure my own do.
This woman wants me. And that’s a damn good thing, because now that I’ve had a taste, I’m going to find it difficult to remove myself from her.
“I think I’d like to try and take care of you now for a little bit…” She’s breathy, sitting on my lap, looking perfect. I run my hand up and down her side, feeling her soft, supple skin. Nervous, not wanting to hurt her. Wanting to do right by her.
It’s a feeling I haven’t experienced too often in this situation.
The whole activity of sex has always been one of necessity for me, not one of feeling or emotion or tender touches.
This is already different from any that have come before, not because of her baby and our situation, but it’s also different for me.
Our connection is deeper. Our affection for each other is clear.
I haven’t allowed myself to get connected in the past. I have no idea what it is about her that has me feeling a certain way. But I do.
“Hudson said that my semen can soften your cervix, so it’s good for bringing on the baby.
I’m clean, but I can wear a condom if you prefer.
” I look at her, my eyes traveling the length of her body and back again.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Round, soft, carrying life.
Her tits are massive, her ass a handful, her belly tight and round.
She looks like Mother Earth herself, or a divine feminine life force that has pinned me for good.
“It’s okay… It’s not like I can baby trap you…” she jokes, and I grin as she lowers to me, and I run my hands up her back.
“Take your time. Take it easy. You lead… You tell me what you want, what you need, and I’ll do it, sweetness,” I warn her through gritted teeth because having her naked on me like this is going to be a core memory I'll never forget. One I will remember the day I take my last breath, I’m sure of it.
My dick is already weeping. The strength it’s taking me not to pin her to the bed, pull her fantastic ass up, and fuck her like I want to almost overwhelming for me.
But that time will come. I still taste her on my lips, feel her soft curves under my rough hands, and now as she lowers onto me, I hope I don’t come too soon.
“I can’t see. Tell me if…” she starts to say, doubt seeping in.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, positioning myself, feeling her center touch mine.
I hold her around her back, pulling her down onto me, guiding her as her belly hits my own, and we join.
I pull in a breath as she sinks down, gliding onto me so well.
She moves slowly, her mouth opening on a gasp, her full weight dropping onto me until I’m deeply seated inside her.
“Fuck… sweetness…” It feels too good. Having not been bare with a woman in forever, the feeling of her is different. Warm. Wet. Welcoming. I throb, having never taken things this slow before. My hands explore, roaming her body, unable to stop. I’m going to come too soon, I know it.
She whimpers as her hands move to the headboard behind my shoulders to find support, her tits now situated right near my face, and my mouth waters.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetness…” I grip on to her waist, my hands sinking into her ass cheeks as I start to help her move.
Just the touch of her, her body joined with mine, is almost too much.
Her sweet sugar smell, her soft skin, I’m not sure anything else has ever felt this right.
Face-to-face like this with nowhere to hide, nowhere to look other than upon her.
“Sooooo good,” she moans as her clit sweeps over my pelvic bone. Her head falls back, her chest at my eye level as her round body grinds against my own in a teasingly slow rhythm I’ve never had before. “I’m so full.”
I run my hands up her back, pulling her forward as my lips find her nipple. I wrap my lips around it, pulling it into my mouth.
“Oh my God…” I hear her whisper at the same time, feeling her pussy clench, and I know her nipples are sensitive.
The app told me that. It also told me that nipple stimulation can bring on the baby, and since I’m a boobs man, I plan to give her a lot of stimulation.
“Is this alright?” I move my hands lower, pulling and pushing her ass over and over my dick as my mouth stays on her nipples, and I swear I feel myself thicken even more.
“Perfect. I love it,” she pants, and I grin around her nipple, biting it a little with my teeth, causing her hips to move a little faster.
“Fuck, you’re moving so well, baby. Your pussy is clenching my cock so good…” I grit my teeth, my hands palming her ass, gripping on to her flesh and hoping she comes before I do.
A whimper crawls up her throat. “So good, so good, so good…” she repeats over and over again, lost to the pleasure, and I look up at her, basking in her beauty, my lips brandishing her skin, caressing her, touching her, not wanting this moment to end.
I leave little love bites, wanting to mark her, mark my territory. God, I could drown in her.
“Sweet thing… so fucking sweet… Fuck me, sweetness. I need you, I need you so bad…” I’m making no sense.
I’m completely gone. Almost to the point of begging, I need her so much.
The feeling too raw and real, my chest burning in a way it hasn’t before.
Her hand wraps around my head, pulling me to her tighter.
Holding me close, like she can’t let go. Like she got me.
“Griff…” Her warning tone is now one I recognize, and I try not to grin, knowing she’s close.
“Mmmmm… Sweetness, keep going… Rock on my cock and take what you need.” I moan when she starts bouncing, my head falling back in disbelief, in awe of her and this, feeling her hips move a touch quicker. I start to buckle a little underneath her. I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.
Moans and whimpers leave her wantonly as she grips on to my shoulders for leverage, her hips never stopping, chasing her release that’s on the horizon.
“Ride me, baby… Give me one more… I need it. I need you,” I tell her, our eyes meeting in time to see her mouth open on a silent scream as her body starts to quiver.
“Fuck… yes…” I let go then with a guttural groan. My movements become a little jerky as I thrust up into her, again and again, prolonging her pleasure before I come. “Sweetness, yessssss.”
“Griffin!” Her high-pitched moan skirts across the small room as she trembles above me. I grip on to her hard, my fingers digging into her soft hips, pulling her tight, keeping her with me. My body slackens, feeling my stress and worries completely leave me.
Panting. Completely spent. Her skin and mine coated in a light sheen of sweat.
“Wow,” she says, her head buried in my shoulder.
I blink a few times. Feeling a little lightheaded, out of sorts.
Are my eyes watering? I rub them quickly, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me before I swallow and come back to myself.
“You alright?” She starts to move, and I help her get up and slowly lower her back onto the mattress, letting her lie down and get comfortable.
She looks even better with that just-fucked flush on her face.
“I think so…” I tell her, still breathless.
She smiles, although her eyes are closed.
I watch her for a beat before I go to her bathroom. Cleaning up a little, I grab a fresh washcloth, taking it back to the bed.
“It’s okay.” She sits up, startled, as I brush the cool cloth against her.
“Relax. I’ll clean the mess I made…” I tell her, and she’s in no position to argue because she can barely lift her head right now. I pull the blankets over her, turn off all the lights, and crawl into her bed next to her, the two of us quiet for a moment.
“I’ve never had sex like that before,” she whispers, like she’s telling me a secret.
I look over at her, my hand coming to her bump, and I strum my fingers against her skin.
“Me neither,” I admit, feeling vulnerable. It’s true. That was a first for me, in almost every way.
“I’m grateful I don’t have neighbors…”
I huff a laugh, and in the thin strip of moonlight that’s sneaking through her curtains, I see her grin.
“I wouldn’t care if they heard you like that. Means I’m doing something right.”
“You do a lot of things right, Griffin.”
“Yeah, well… not everyone would agree with you.” I feel the familiar weight settle back on my chest. It’s been absent for most of the night, but now as my reality seeps back in, ending this fairy tale, the real Griffin starts to surface.
She shifts, turning herself onto her side and facing me. “Not sure if you've noticed, but I’m not someone who follows the crowd or does what everyone thinks I should.”
I huff a breath, almost a laugh, but not quite. “Lucky for me. I didn’t exactly grow up with gold stars as a kid.”
She waits, doesn’t push. Just lets the silence stretch between us like a held breath.
“I was… a mess. Angry. Always in trouble. Didn’t have much of a shot at life, really. Not after…” My voice catches, and I shake my head. “Forget it.”