Chapter 35
Savannah
I slowly open my eyes and wake. My body is liquid.
I feel like I’ve slept for days, which is amazing, considering I haven't had a full night's sleep in what seems like forever.
The bed is soft and soothing against my skin, my body sinking into the blankets, and I stretch out, feeling the kinks in my shoulders relax.
But I then pause. Because it’s still dark. The house is too quiet. I roll over and grab my cell from the bedside table and then bolt up.
“Oh my God.” Panic fills me. It's four a.m., and I haven’t heard a peep from Tommy since late last night.
“Tommy!” I scramble to get out of bed, moving so fast my feet get caught in the sheets, and I nearly fall face-first onto the floor. I jump up, the pain in my knee from carpet burn not registering as I grab Griffin’s shirt that’s lying on the armchair, my heart beating out of its chest.
He never sleeps this long. Did he scream for me and I slept so deeply I didn’t hear it?
Did something happen to him in the middle of the night?
Oh my God, is he breathing! Terror barrels through me like I’ve never felt before.
Running down the hallway, I push open the door to the nursery and stop abruptly.
“Hey, sweetness,” Griffin croons, and I blink a few times, taking in the scene.
I’m a panting mess. The shirt is half-on, my hair flying everywhere, and yet here in the nursery, it's a perfect picture. Griffin’s in his boxers and sitting in the armchair.
His hair is everywhere, his jaw covered with stubble that’s sexy as hell, and he looks so content, his facial features having softened.
Tommy is lying on Griffin's bare chest. Looking around the room, no doubt hearing my voice. There’s an empty bottle on the side table, and I can see Tommy is changed into new sleepwear as he snuggles into the chest that calls to me every night as well.
“I slept through…” I’m still half-asleep. My brain is not firing, and I’m trying to work out what’s going on and what I’ve missed.
“Tommy here slept through most of the night. Started fussing about an hour ago. I thought I’d let you sleep a bit more, so I changed him, then he and I went into the kitchen and grabbed the milk you pumped, put in it a bottle, warmed it up, and he had a feed.”
My heart warms, and my tension fades. I pull the shirt across my chest so I at least look dressed properly and take in a breath. My breasts feel full, but they’re not sore, which is a miracle in itself.
“He was a good boy and drank it all. Hungry little guy. Since then, we’ve been here talking.”
“Oh, what have you guys been talking about?” I step toward them, smiling.
“Well, Tommy here is more of a listener than a talker. But he did make some gurgle sounds when I was telling him about Sutton’s bees.”
“Sutton’s bees?” I arch an eyebrow as I sit on the arm of the chair and lean over, kissing my boy on the top of his soft, warm head.
“I told him all about the fresh honey he’ll get to try when he’s old enough… Do I get one of those?” His voice is low, and I look up, meeting his gaze, our noses an inch apart.
“Sure do.” My stomach flutters as I lean in to kiss him. Our lips linger, our affection obvious.
“How are you feeling… after last night?” I’m always surprised by his constant care and attention to my needs. How Griffin hasn’t had a wife by now, I have no idea. But I’m grateful he hasn’t.
“I feel… good. Great. I had an incredible night.” My smile isn’t one that can be wiped. After getting interrupted by Tommy, we stayed awake talking for a little while before I fell asleep in his arms, both of us sated—at least for the time being.
As Griffin’s hand trails up the back of my naked thigh, I’m starting to feel like we might need to pick back up where we left off.
“Hmmm, me too, sweetness. Me too.” His gaze is full of heat, the molten look he gives me warming me from the inside out.
“Tommy’s drifted off…” I whisper as I lean back, seeing my son’s eyes closed, his bottom lip relaxed, knowing he needs to go down for his next sleep cycle. Clearly, he’s full and happy.
“Why don't you put him down and come help me in the shower?” I offer, taking a few steps toward the door.
“You alright? Need help with the shower?” Griffin is gentle as he stands slowly, looking like he’s walking with a live grenade, carefully putting a sleeping Tommy into his crib.
“Oh, you know… I can't reach all the spots…” I tease, and as his gaze flicks to mine, he understands my meaning.
“You better run, sweetness. Because if I catch you, we’re not making it to the shower.”
I bite my lower lip and turn quickly, bolting out the door and running down the hallway back to our room. I barely make it two steps inside before Griffin’s hands are on me.
“Let’s get you wet, baby,” he whispers in my ear from behind as I feel the shirt I’m wearing fall from my shoulders.
The cool air whips over my body as his hands circle my waist, his palms flat against my hips, pulling me to him.
My bare back against his bare chest. His head lowers, kissing my neck, and I take a deep breath and rest my head back against his shoulder.
“How wet?” I groan as his hands run up my torso, cupping my breasts, massaging them in a way that’s both relaxing and turning me on.
“Very fucking wet,” he growls, and I grind my ass into his pelvis, feeling him already hard.
“I need this… I need you…” I tell him honestly as my fingers scratch the back of his neck, pulling him down to me. Earlier was amazing. Touching, kissing, and tasting him. But now, I’m ready for more. My body feels good, and my mind is clear. We’ve waited long enough.
“Look at you, all open and greedy,” he murmurs against my skin as I stand completely naked with him at my back, his warm hands roaming all over me. “I’ll go slow. You tell me if anything doesn’t feel right…”
“I’ll be fine. I just want you.” I lower my hands, reaching around behind me, and start to pull down his boxers.
“Eager, sweetness?” He helps me undress him, his bare body hot against my own.
“Very…” That shower I mentioned earlier is still on our minds. I don’t know how he does it. How his hands and lips roam over me so well that it feels like he’s everywhere at once.
We stumble into the bathroom, but he doesn’t take us to the shower; he stands us in front of the vanity, the full mirror giving our reflection back to us.
“Lean back on me.” His voice is a command I follow willingly, my body weight leaning back against his chest as his hand lowers. Eyes closing, I bite my bottom lip as his fingers hit my core.
“Eyes open, sweetness.”
My eyes ping open, and I meet his gaze in the reflection before I look over us. One of his hands is gripping my hip, pulling me to him tightly. The other is on my pussy, his fingers working me over and over, my skin becoming hot, my heart starting to thud.
“Yes…” I pant, watching us together in the mirror. His tall, broad frame towers over my smaller one. My body is full of new curves, and his is hard and solid. We’re a contradiction, yet he makes me feel so alive, so beautiful, so wanted.
“You’re already wet for me, sweetness… I know you love my fingers, but my cock really needs you.” His lips haven’t left my skin, and I nod into his kisses.
“Yes… yes, I want that… So bad…” I gulp, my mouth dry from panting so much. As his finger circles my clit, I feel myself getting close. My legs start to tremble before he moves his hand to my inner thigh, spreading me wider, his other hand doing the same on the other leg.
“Put your hands on the vanity.” His voice is low, his command clear, and I do as he says without question. My hands find the vanity as he widens my stance and grips on to my hips.
“Slow and steady, baby,” he tells me, and I already feel him nudging my core.
He goes slow. It’s the smart thing to do after what I’ve been through, but my need for him increases with every touch.
I push back a little, ensuring he slides in quicker, and he growls.
There’s no pain. I feel full, tight, but no pain at all. I love the stretch of him.
“Greedy girl…” I hear his restraint. His body is coiled tight, going slow for me. I feel him inch by inch, almost all the way inside me. “You good, baby?”
“I’m good… I’m sooo good…” I reassure him breathily, gripping the counter, and he starts to move.
“You’re fucking amazing.” His hold on my hips is claiming. The kind that leaves bruises, the glorious kind. He thrusts forward and pulls me to him, starting gently, his need increasing gradually until there’s nothing for me to do but hold on so I don’t topple.
“Yes, Griffin… yessss…” It feels amazing. Different than before, not harder, not painful, just a little different.
Our skin slaps as he goes a little harder. The pleasurable pain starts to rise. My body jiggles, moving in a way I haven’t before. His eyes watch me in the reflection of the mirror.
“Fuck,” he growls as his hands move, cupping my breasts, keeping me braced against him.
I whimper as one of his hands glides up my chest, to my throat, and he grips my neck, pulling my head to meet his. A brandishing kiss awaits. His lips move against mine, and everything in my mind is gone except for this moment.
We missed this stage of our relationship.
The stage when you have sex everywhere, on every surface, whenever you can.
The stage when you’re so eager to be with one another that it’s all you think about.
All you want. The fun, flirty, dating phase.
We moved straight to the baby makes three stage and are only now coming back to each other.
Exploring, finding what works. How we feel together.
And this definitely works.
While I know my old church would see what I’m doing with Griffin as a sin.
Sex before marriage. Sex like this at all.
But I don’t care. I’ve never experienced anything like this.
The overwhelming desire to give this man everything he wants.
Do anything he asks of me and give him all of me in return.
He makes me feel alive. Wanted, cherished.
I’ve never had that before. From anyone.
“Harder…” I beg of him, and as his gaze shoots down to meet mine, I nod.
So he does. He thrusts harder, his hands grip me tighter, and the sweat we’re both working up is slick against our skin.
“You begging for me, sweetness?”
“Yes… pleassseee…” I moan, long and low.
“Fuck, I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you anything you want.” His grip on my neck tightens, in a good way, and he pulls my face to meet his again, leaning down and kissing me as my body starts to shake.
“I’m coming!” I gasp.
“I’m going to come inside you…” It’s a question I’m already nodding to.
“Yes… Oh God… I’m coming…” I lose it then. All awareness of time, of responsibilities, I’m lost in the sensation of being a wanted woman. My orgasm takes over, my toes curl, my body tenses, and my legs widen automatically, wanting all of him as deep as he’ll go.
Griffin tenses, his thrusts powerful before he lets go with a guttural groan. “Fuuucckkkkk yessssss…”
The two of us are panting. My feet barely touch the ground, my back sealed to his front. His mouth is already on my shoulder, kissing me all over as we both come back to ourselves. Our movements turn to soothing touches as we catch our breath.
“Are you feeling alright?” he asks as he kisses my lips again.
“Never better… you?” I admit, not caring that he’s taking my full weight, not having a lot of strength in my legs now anyway.
“Oh, sweetness… I want to do that over and over and over again…” he says with a smile, and I can’t help but giggle. Because I would like to do it again too.