13. Ember
EMBER
I’m untethered, floating through space, no idea what direction is up or down.
This man! I’d always imagined that a man who looks and acts like Griffin probably knew what he was doing when it came to sex, but I had no idea. No idea.
“I can’t take any more.” Closing my fist around a handful of his hair, I try to push him away. I need a break. I need to breathe. “I can’t handle another orgasm.”
He lifts his head, his familiar grin, now incredibly wicked, positioned between my legs. “How do you know?”
Why is he asking me questions? I can barely speak, much less think. “It’s …I’m overwhelmed.”
Griffin licks a stripe up my inner thigh, and my head falls back to the desk with a thud, but I’m feeling no pain. “You can handle it, Emmy.”
If I had a white flag, I’d wave it. All I can do is surrender to how good he’s making me feel. My mind has already been blown with that little two-for-one deal he just did, so what’s some more pleasure piled on top?
His tongue flicks over my clit a few more times, and then his mouth presses soft kisses to my inner thighs.
I want his cock inside me. I’ve never been so ready in my entire life. When I manage to lift my head to tell him, he speaks first. “I want you to know exactly where to come when you need to be satisfied.”
As my mouth falls open, his dives back between my legs, and he shows me that I can actually handle another orgasm. His tongue, his lips, and his fingers all work together to take the word satisfaction to a whole new level.
It’s quite a while before I can speak again, or maybe it’s only minutes. I’ve lost all concept of time, too. “Are you trying to ruin me?”
His chuckle rumbles through my core, before he finally relents.
He lies beside me on the desk, slipping his arm beneath my head to cradle me. When he kisses me, his mouth tastes different—it must taste like me.
His movements are softer now, passion replaced with tenderness. When my breathing calms, he slides away, stands, and moves to pull my skirt back in place.
“What are you doing?”
His voice is gentle and his smile is easy when he replies. “You said you’ve had enough.”
I sit up abruptly, blinking at him. “So you’re stopping?” Every guy I’ve ever been with has been laser focused and goal oriented —with the goal being their ultimate pleasure. Griffin’s just stopping here? “I … I mean … you’ve overwhelmed me in the very best way, but this isn’t just about me.”
He licks his lips, his eyes flickering to the spot between my legs. “I’ve enjoyed myself plenty. Trust me.”
I reach out and grab his hand. “Get back over here.” He doesn’t resist, and as soon as he’s close enough, I slide my hands up over his abs and around to his back. His skin is deliciously warm and smooth, tight over all the hard muscles that lie beneath. We are definitely not stopping now.
I scoot to the edge of the desk, where I can unbutton his jeans and slide his zipper down. The bulge there is intimidating, but if I’m ever going to be capable of handling a man so well-endowed, it’s now, when I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.
My movements are shamelessly eager, and this doesn’t go unnoticed. Griffin chuckles as he says, “I wouldn’t want to ruin you.”
When I slide his jeans and briefs down over his hips and his long, thick cock springs out, my eyes go wide. I’m certain I am going to be ruined, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.