Chapter 18 Andrei #3
When he descended on me, his body slapping harder against my ass, he grunted against my lips.
I knew he was measuring his moves for his own sake as much as mine, and the amount of control he exerted over these swirling urges was incredible.
He held back, fucking me harder, then slowing down to let us both truly feel what it was like to exist as one.
When his hand descended on my ass, he pulled all the way back. “Turn around,” he said, voice heated and low. “I want to look at you.”
I did, finding his cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with desire. He towered over me, kneeling like a god, body chiseled to perfection and hair messy like in a Renaissance painting.
Griffin wrapped his hands around my ankles and lifted my legs high, barely flexing his biceps.
He brought my feet to his shoulders, his dick swaying under its own weight when it throbbed, and he turned his head slowly to my left foot, touching it with his nose, inhaling, parting his lips, and kissing the side of it as he slowly leaned in, bending my knees and pushing them to my chest.
He crawled closer, his dick resting on my exposed taint, and kissed my foot while swaying his hips back and forth. He lowered his waist, then thrust his hips forward, pressing himself against my slick, warm hole.
He bared his teeth and bit my foot lightly, playfully, as his dick broke into me, the tip soon pushing hard against my prostate, filling me with the indescribable sensation of completeness, with that itch I couldn’t find or reach.
Griffin kept his teeth around the inner side of my foot like a wild cat who’d caught its prey and didn’t want to part with it. His chest rose high as he inhaled through his nose and mouth, the movement of the air tickling my foot more than his teeth had.
He rammed his cock deeper still into me, kicking air out of my chest, squeezing a moan over my lips, and making sweat break over my body.
His hair was matted with sweat, too, and his body glowed with perspiration under that wonderful, glorious light.
I reached around and took his hips into my hands, pulling him in, making me fuck me deeper, harder, faster. My desperate, needy whimpers filled the silence between us, drowning the faint sounds of wetness and sex.
He rammed me with growing urgency, grunts coming from deeper inside him.
Something else grew in me, soft, rounded, filled with brilliant warmth.
Something that frightened me as soon as I recognized it.
Something that made me clench my abs hard and focus on Griffin’s pretty hazelnut eyes.
Because the thing inside me that was swelling to the surface was words.
Big and terrible and wonderful at once. I think I love you.
I know I do. I’ve always loved you, and you need to hear it, Griff.
His other hand moved over my lips, just like when he had fed me chocolate, and I bit his finger to stop myself from blurting a truth that was far, far too big to say so early.
Griffin made a little ts sound and grinned, letting go of my foot and biting his lip as his finger entered my mouth a little deeper, the second one following.
I sucked on his fingers, our gazes locked, and I saw all he felt then. I saw the admiration, the history of our friendship, the future of our lives together, the hopes of a man who didn’t want to think too much about it for the fear of breaking it and never knowing how to put it back together.
Griffin placed his other hand around my throat, squeezing playfully while his fingers filled my mouth and his dick pushed deeper into me until I could feel his heavy balls pressed hard against my ass.
My tongue pressed against his fingers, saliva coating them, and Griffin took on that look of mischief I probably loved the most about him.
His fingers slipped out of my mouth, shining, and he reached down.
As I opened my mouth to stop him, to tell him that if he touched me now, I would come without any control, his fingers passed over my dick, ignoring it, and spread around my hole, his dick sliding between them and into me.
In the heartbeat that followed, my mouth opened wide, air stuck somewhere in the middle of me, and he slipped both fingers inside my body together with his cock, stretching me and taking away my ability to speak.
I held my breath, all of me tense and strung so tight I was about to snap. As Griffin pushed deeper into me again, my eyes watered, tears welling until all I saw was a blur of his figure and the flare of the light.
The orgasm roared through me like a wave that rose so tremendously high, lifting me with it.
Cum spilled from my hard cock, hot ribbons splashing over my stomach, pooling in my belly button, until I reached down and held myself, tugging my dick with quick, desperate motions, making it last a moment longer.
Griffin pulled his finger and his dick out, keeping his hand on my hole to soothe it with gentle rubbing while his other hand took off the condom and stroked his length to the climax, cum shooting over me when I finally managed to inhale without falling apart.
My lungs stung, but the scent of sex in the air filling my nostrils calmed me down, and the heat of Griffin’s cum on my body was like a painting, like proof of something impossible to hold on to, but something that was promised to us both.
He lowered himself down, his fingers relaxing on my hole, and kissed me gently on the lips, inhaling deep through his nose.
“You’re the best goddamn thing that ever happened to me,” he said.
And I love you so much I could burst, I thought. “Kiss me again,” I said instead.