Chapter 21 Georgia
I’m an idiot. I know I am. Griffin and I have been doing everything but having sex with one another and at this point, it’s kind of insane.
He wants to buy a house with me. He wants kids and yet, I’m still nervous about sex.
He’s currently in the shower and I’m lying in the bed, wondering what in the hell is wrong with me.
Nana stayed with a friend because they were going to a fundraiser breakfast in the morning that the fire department is putting on.
I opted not to go, mostly because Davis will probably be there—he’s been at the others, so it stands to reason he’d be at this one too.
He and Griffin had words the other day. I don’t know what they said, but I know it was about me and I don’t want to make matters worse.
I’ve never felt about Davis like I feel with Griffin.
Honestly, no one has ever affected me the way Griffin does.
I love him, so I need to stop hiding behind my fear.
That’s not who I am. At least, it’s not who I want to be any longer.
I want to be the kind of woman that Griffin can be proud of.
When the shower shuts off, I bring my gaze back to the door to the bathroom.
In a minute or so, Griffin walks out with a towel slung low on his hips.
I lick my lips. I can’t help it. Griffin gives me a grin.
“I was going to put on a pair of gym shorts, but if you keep looking at me and licking your lips like that, I’m going to think you want my cock in your mouth instead …
” he responds, his voice a mixture of mischief and desire.
My heart is beating a million miles a minute. It’s now or never. I don’t even know why I’m scared. I think it relates back to Alex and his stupid bet. Realistically, I know that’s not something Griffin would ever do, but something like that leaves scars that I didn’t even know were there.
“I was um … I was actually thinking I would like …” I break off, feeling like an idiot. Why is this so hard?!?!
“Georgie? I need your words, baby.”
I look up at the man who owns my heart, emotion nearly choking me. “I’m an idiot,” I mutter.
“You’re not. You just need to remember what I told you. You’re safe with me, baby. You will always be safe with me.”
The earnestness in his words, the emotion I hear calms me more than anything else. “I want you to make love to me, Griffin. I’ve wanted it for a while, I was just … afraid.”
He walks over to the bed, sits down and pulls me from beneath the cover and into his lap. “You never have to be afraid of me, Georgie.”
“I know that realistically. My brain is just a little slow,” I grumble.
He puts a hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
Then, he kisses my forehead. “Baby, you’ve had a hard time of things.
You are perfect and I don’t like you putting yourself down.
Now, be honest with me. Are you sure you want to take this next step or do you need more time.
I told you before, I’m in this for the long haul.
I’m not going to rush you into anything. ”
“Except moving in with you,” I snort.
“Well, yeah, but you want that, too.”
“Yeah, I do. I also want you. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to belong to you.”
“You do belong to me, Georgie. You are mine,” he groans and then his lips are on mine, kissing me.
His tongue delves into my mouth deepening our connection.
I’m drowning in the taste of him, and in the magic he always creates.
Then I feel his T-shirt lift from my body.
He breaks our kiss to lift it over my head.
The cool air hits my breasts and I gasp.
Griffin brings his lips back to mine, swallowing the sound as I feel the vibration from his moan.
I’m completely exposed to him now. I’d given up wearing panties or a bra to bed because they just got in the way as he explored my body.
Plus, every night when we fall asleep Griffin’s hand is under my shirt, palming my breast. I do feel a moment of regret because I didn’t plan better and put on something lacy and sexy for him.
I don’t have time to worry about it though, because I feel his fingers tweaking my nipple.
“That feels so good,” I breathe, as he moves his kiss down my neck. I feel my body quiver as his hot breath moves along the column of my neck, while he plants tiny kisses and love bites on my skin.
“It’s going to hurt when I take your virginity baby, but I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can and before we’re done, I will make sure that you experience so much pleasure the pain will be a distant memory.”
I move my fingers against his chest, tracing the fading bruise of the bite I gave him last night. I don’t know if Griffin finds it strange, but I tend to bite him whenever he makes me climax. I’ve bitten his shoulder once or twice, but usually it’s always on his chest, just under his right pec.
He stands up taking me with him, pulling the towel away and letting it fall to the ground.
His hands go on each side of my hips then move up my side, over my ribs, and finally connect with my breasts, teasing the nipples.
I can feel his manhood, hard and demanding brush against me.
I reach down automatically, wanting to feel him.
“You’re so big,” I whimper, feeling his cock practically pulse.
“I was made for you. You’ll take me easily. I promise,” he says.
“Easily?” I squeak.
“As wet as you get for me baby, you’ll be more than ready.”
I can hardly argue with him, since I can feel the evidence of my desire leaking down my thighs.
He picks me up and lays me gently on the bed, and all rational thought mostly leaves me.
He follows quickly, his big, strong, hot-to-the-touch body moves over mine, his cock pressing against my center.
On instinct I spread my legs wider and bring them up, causing his body to shift.
He growls as he kisses me again, this kiss demanding and hungry.
I whimper from the force of it, needing more.
Instead, his mouth moves down my throat, then to my chest, before sucking on my nipple.
My hands have been roaming his back, then his ass, trying to memorize every inch of him.
As he takes my other nipple into his mouth, I tangle my fingers in his hair, wanting to keep him there.
“Griff!” I yell as I feel his fingers slide through the lips of my pussy, searching out my clit.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me. You make me feel like a king,” he practically snarls, as he slips a finger inside of me.
He moves so that his face is between my thighs, watching as his finger slides in and out of me.
My hands tangle in the sheets on the bed as sensation after sensation hits me.
My hips begin to move in rhythm with his finger.
It’s not enough, though. I need more—I need it deeper.
Then, before I can tell him exactly what I want, his mouth is there, sucking on my clit, working to push my desire higher.
A second finger joins the first. It feels so tight that maybe it’s three.
I can’t really tell. I just know I’m getting frustrated because I want him to be rougher.
I want to feel him—any part of him—deeper inside.
I thrust my hips up, trying to grind into his mouth, my hands moving to his head, trying to force him exactly where I want him.
When his fingers begin to part, stretching me and he grinds his face against my clit, I lose it.
“Griffin!” I scream out his name as my climax thunders through me.
He keeps licking my tender flesh, holding tight to my thighs, not allowing me to escape him.
When I start to come down, he shifts so that he’s lying against me once more.
I welcome the weight of his warm body, grounding me as the last traces of my orgasm leaves.
Our gazes lock and I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance.
Our eyes connect and I feel the breath lodge from the emotion I see on his face. “I …”
“From this moment on, baby,” he says and for some reason I feel the need to repeat his words. There’s too much emotion, too much promise in the air around us. I don’t understand it, but I do know this moment means something. Means everything.
“From this moment, Griffin,” I breathe, tears stinging my eyes.
“I’m yours and you’re mine,” he says, bending down to kiss a tear that is sliding down my cheek.
I’m yours and you’re mine,” I repeat.
I barely get the words out before he kisses me deeply. His cock pushes inside, filling me completely. I feel my body stretching to allow his hard length entry.
“So fucking tight, Christ,” he mumbles, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Oh,” I gasp, starting to think he’s not going to fit.
“Relax, Georgie. Don’t let your body tense.” I take a breath, trying my best to do as he asks. “That’s it,” he praises. “It may hurt but I promise I’ll make it better.”
“I’m okay,” I answer, needing to reassure him.
“No, sweetheart. You’re fucking fantastic,” he groans. He shifts, and then, I feel one of his fingers sliding against my wetness and around his cock.
“Oh,” I whimper.
His lips move into a wicked grin. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I exhale. He begins sliding out of me and I shake my head no. “Don’t leave,” I beg.
“No worries about that, baby. I’m never leaving you,” he promises, then begins pushing back in.
The hand he had been using to slide against my pussy moves to my breast. As he teases my nipple the wet feel of his fingers adds another layer of pleasure.
I feel my thighs get even wetter and this time when Griffin thrusts back inside, he doesn’t stop.
He tears through my virginity and the pain hits.
It’s mild, but I still cry out in surprise.
Once he’s settled deep inside of me, I hear his deep voice.
“Georgie.” I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes.
I force them to open and hold his gaze. “Are you okay?” he asks, not moving, although his fingers keep playing with my nipple.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“You’re completely mine now.”
“I was before,” I counter, my voice hoarse.
“I know the gift you just gave me was precious. I need you to know I cherish it. I’ll cherish you for the rest of our lives.”
Love for this man fills me. I should tell him, but before I can get the words out, he begins moving, his mouth comes to mine and I feel my hunger for him build again.
The feelings that hit me are unlike anything I’ve ever known.
He guides me to move with him, teaching me while building the fever inside of me.
We work together and this time when I feel my climax come, I know he’s there with me.
“Harder, Griffin. Please. I need you.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he responds, and I know he does.
“Let go and come for me. Give me everything,” he whispers against my ear as his body plows in and out of me.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, my nails biting into his back.
My head goes back as the first wave of pleasure explodes through me.
“Fuck, yeah, squeeze my cock. Show me how hungry you are for me.”
His dirty words just fuel my need, and I give myself over to my release, clamping down on his cock and holding him as tight as I can. A moment later I feel his hot cum jetting inside me. “Yes,” I cry, milking him, wanting everything he can give me and more.
“That’s it, Georgie. Let that greedy pussy of yours milk my cock dry,” he growls, as he pounds in and out of me, and I take it, knowing that as long as I live, tonight will mean everything to me.
I love Griffin and now, I belong to him, and he belongs to me.
Forever.