Chapter 34
Griffin
I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone else in my life.
My lips are glued to hers, my hands pulling her close, and if I could make us one, I would.
There’s no doubt she’s my other half. The other half of my heart, but also my soul.
I’m not only connected to her, but I’m one hundred percent tethered.
Tethered to something for the first time in my life.
She sticks with me. Her hands delving into my hair, pulling my head to hers, like she’s scared to let me go too.
So together we lie here, kissing like we need each other more than the air we breathe.
We kiss like it’s our last moments on earth.
I’m hungry. Hungry for her, although I know even if we have the green light from the doctor, we still need to go easy, be gentle.
I’ve been researching. I’ve learned all the ins and outs of the situation post birth.
How she’ll feel physically, but also emotionally.
So I move my lips to her jaw, then her neck, wanting to cover her entire body with my kisses.
I want to let her know she’s wanted, she’s beautiful, and I meant what I told her earlier—she is mine.
“Griffin…” She moans my name in a way that makes me feel seen. No other woman I’ve been with sounds like this. Like she’s calling just for me and what only I can do for her.
“Yeah, sweetness,” I murmur against her chest. Her breasts are phenomenal, but Tommy has the rights to them at the moment, so I move over them quickly, happy to wait until they’re all mine again.
“This feels…” She doesn’t finish, but I hear her heart pounding. Matching my own. She feels it. I know she does.
“I know,” I tell her, wanting to comfort her as she threads her fingers through my hair.
The tug against my scalp feels heavenly as I kiss across her torso.
I cover every inch, my tongue tracing patterns, my lips stamping their ownership.
I move down her hip, across her hip bone, down to her core.
I kiss across her upper thigh, right down her knees, to her toes before I move to the other leg and kiss back up.
“Are you kissing all of me?” She grins, a giggle popping from her lips, delight in her eyes.
“Every fucking inch…” I murmur, my lips not leaving her for a second before I come back up to her face.
She cups my face, looking at me, something in her gaze that speaks for her matching hunger. “I think it’s my turn,” she says as she sits up, and I sit up with her.
“No, tonight is about you,” I tell her, adamant that I want her looked after, nourished. Giving so much of herself to Tommy, to the bakery, she needs someone to give her the world. That’s a role I firmly put my hand up for. In the bedroom and outside of it.
“Tonight is about us,” she replies firmly. “Besides, what I want is to kiss you.”
I wait for a beat, but then she moves off the bed and I swing my feet over the side, ready to stand. Wondering what she’s doing.
“Where are you going?” I frown.
“Nowhere.” She slowly lowers to her knees in front of me. My hands grip the blankets on either side of where I sit on the edge of the mattress.
“Sweetness… You don’t—”
“Don’t go telling me what I can and can’t do,” she bites back, sassy as can be, as her hands grab the sides of my boxers and she pulls them down.
I do little to stop her. How could I? This beautiful woman of my dreams, naked and on her knees in front of me, wants to touch me.
I shimmy them off and sit back on the edge of the mattress, completely naked, awaiting her next move.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as her hands fall onto my knees before she runs them up my inner thighs. I lean back on my hands, watching her, holding my breath, my cock rock hard, throbbing for her touch.
I don’t have to wait long. Her small, soft hands curve up my thighs, and with a double grip, she palms me.
“Fuck,” I grit out at the contact, not able to help it. My dreams are coming alive.
I’m a big man, I know I am. Women have commented all my life, some even decide they don’t want me because of it.
But Savannah leans in, moving her hands up and down, getting a feel of me, while my grip on the sheets underneath me turns white-knuckled, not wanting to come too soon.
Which is a constant threat around this woman.
It feels good. Being open with her like this, having her on her knees for me. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“This okay?” she asks sweetly, looking up at me.
“It’s more than okay … It’s fucking phenomenal.” My breathing quickens as my gaze roams her naked body, her curves, her tits that I love so much.
“How about this?” she leans in and takes the tip of me into her mouth. I’m speechless for a beat. The air completely leaves my lungs.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my fingers digging into the blankets more, squeezing the fabric. My head drops back, and I look at the ceiling as I feel her warm, wet lips on my cock. Sucking, licking, keeping me at her mercy.
She moans as she takes me in again, and when I look back down at her, I swear I see stars. She’s teasingly slow, almost playing with me, smiling around my length and getting a feel for how we are together like this.
“Baby, please,” I beg, my chest now heaving as I try to hold on. I never fucking beg. Never begged for a thing in my entire life. But I’m begging for her. I need her, want her, my legs are almost trembling with how much.
“So good,” she murmurs against the tip, swirling her tongue around it before taking me in again. A little deeper this time. I look so fucking good in her mouth, her pretty pink lips stretching to fit me. The visual is spectacular.
My teeth are gritted tight, body tense, trying to hold on when she sucks me in even deeper, then starts bobbing slowly up and down, up and down.
“Fuck!” I almost buck off the bed as she picks up speed, her tongue massaging me as she goes.
I want to fuck her face. I want to grip her head and thrust into her mouth over and over.
But I sit as still as I can, letting her manhandle me.
Letting her tease and lick and suck, and I’ve never felt such intense pleasure and pain at the same time.
With my cock settled against her throat, she moans again, the vibration making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Yes… Fuck yes… Don’t stop, baby.” I’m nearly whimpering, not even recognizing the sounds leaving me, before she pops off and smiles coyly at me.
Then I feel it, one of her soft hands lowering to cup my balls, squeezing and tugging lightly, like she knows exactly how to make me lose my mind.
She has a gleam in her eyes, thoroughly enjoying herself.
“Get your mouth back on it, sweetness… Suck me, fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours… I need it, baby,” I tell her, my panting increasing, my limit almost reached.
“You want more?” Biting her bottom lip, her other hand palms my length, gripping me firmly and stroking slowly, keeping me right on the edge, but never letting me fall over.
Her hair flows in waves in front of her shoulders, her large breasts playing my favorite game of peek-a-boo from beneath the strands.
I'm so wired and needy for her it’s almost embarrassing.
“Please, baby… I’m aching for you.”
She leans forward, her eyes glued to mine, and licks my tip.
“Please… please… please… I can’t. Give me that perfect mouth, sweetness… please…” I’m making no sense. I swear, one more little lick like that, and I’ll come. I need her mouth on me one more time.
She takes me in again, this time deeper.
“Fuuuuccckkkkk…” I groan, wanting to buck, but as she pulls off, she comes back immediately. Bobbing on me once again, like she knows I need it.
“Yesss… like that… Fuck, sweetness… yes.” I start to chant before I can’t take it anymore. “I’m going to come, baby. You ready for me?”
“Mmmm…” Her hands grip on to my thighs, her nails digging in a little as she takes me in until she gags, which becomes my undoing.
I come so hard I see stars. Releasing with a roar down her throat, and she doesn’t move, she doesn’t pull off, she swallows all of me, and if I wasn’t already sitting, she'd have me on my ass.
My fingers thread through her hair, gripping it tight, keeping her close, and I feel her hands relax, massaging my thighs as my orgasm ends and she sits back on her heels as I take a deep breath, feeling dizzy.
“Sweetness. Holy fuck.”
It’s then we hear it. Tommy on the baby monitor, starting to fuss.
Our moment is over too soon, but she looks up at me and grins.
She stands before me as I swallow down air, her perfect naked body between my legs.
Kissing me quickly, my hands find her ass, and I squeeze it.
I want to pull her close, have her straddle me, make her come over and over again.
With her eyes alight, her cheeks tinted, the most relaxed and happy I think I’ve ever seen her, she cups my face.
“You alright?” I move my hands, running them up and down her curves, unable to stop touching her. I still can’t believe this woman made a human. She’s so fucking amazing.
“I’m better than alright,” she breathes out against my lips, kissing me again, and I smirk as she pulls away. “I’ll go see to Tommy.”
“I’ll be there in a minute…” I tell her as she pulls away, not wanting her to be up at night feeding on her own. It’s too quiet. Too lonely. I take pleasure in sitting with her, whispering together and massaging her feet. “I’ll just catch my breath,” I tell her honestly, and her smile widens.
I watch her put on her robe and walk out of the room, completely transfixed.
My life has never been perfect. I’ve never been so lucky. But right now, it feels really fucking close.