Chapter Six #3
He groans and his hands grab the back of my thighs, lifting my legs until they wrap around him. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall.” I turn my head slightly over my shoulder.
He carries me down the hall toward my room, his mouth never leaving mine as his tongue finds a dominant rhythm that has me shivering. He sets me down, and we frantically take off our shoes, then our clothes.
We hit the mattress together.
The room is only lit by the Manhattan skyline coming through my floor-to-ceiling windows.
I look at him, my breath ragged as he looms over me.
His chest is bare, and I take a minute to take in his hard muscles and the tattoos that stretch across his chest and down his arm.
I haven’t had the time to really look at them before now.
But he doesn’t give me time to think, let alone take my time drooling over him.
“Eva,” he says, voice rough. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans down, tracing his lips over my neck to my shoulder.
His hands are everywhere, and he slides his palms down my ribs then grips my hips hard enough to leave a bruise, but I couldn’t care less.
I feel his thick cock pressing against my thigh, and his weight on me is intoxicating, and I open my legs in invitation.
“Aston, please,” I whisper, my tipsiness gone, replaced by desperation. “I can’t wait.”
“I want to bury myself in you so bad, but first, I have something else I’ve been dreaming of since the wedding. I need to taste you again.”
His large body lowers down mine, trailing kisses on my sensitive flesh–over my breasts, sucking on each nipple causing my back to arch off the bed, licking down my torso and swirling around my navel, until finally he pushes my legs apart further and settles his face at my pussy.
I lift myself up on my elbows and watch as he looks up at me with those sinful blue eyes, his focus never leaving mine as his tongue darts out, worshipping every inch of me as he licks the folds and then moves in circles over my clit, ending with a suck that has my mouth parting with a panting scream of pleasure.
He’s licking and flicking and devouring my core with his mouth in only that way a man who knows how to kiss can do. Because not only is Aston Griffith a great kisser, but he can also devour a woman between her thighs with confidence, heat, and the tenderness that completely unravels me.
I cry out again, and I feel his grin against my thighs.
“You taste as sweet as I remember,” he says before moving his face to a new angle and focusing solely on my clit as he inserts a finger.
I gasp, my body trembling as wave after wave of sensation builds beneath my skin. A broken moan slips free as my body hums, it tightens, and I completely lose myself in an orgasm that's rippling through my body.
“Aston!” I call out, and he doesn’t relent.
I inhale sharply as he sits up, my orgasm glistening on his lips. My entire body is alive with a restless, electric ache that refuses to ease.
I pull him down to me and capture his mouth, kissing him with sloppy, desirable kisses he more than earned.
“It’s my turn,” I say, sitting up and pushing Aston onto the bed where I was just lying.
I look down at his cock, and I’m kind of mad at myself for not doing this sooner. It’s thick and long, and my mouth waters just thinking about feeling it on my tongue. I take his dick in my hand and stroke it up and down, watching the precum pearl at the tip. I lean down and lick it off.
“Oh, shit, that feels good.” He cups my chin and tilts it up, so I’m looking at him. “But baby, you don’t need to do this.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” I slide my hand down to his base and tilt his cock toward my mouth and run my tongue over the tip, then circle his thick crown.
He groans and thrusts into my mouth, like he can’t control it. “Fuck me.” His hand grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs, sending a spark of heat right to my core.
I wrap my lips around the head and stretch my mouth as wide as I can, working my way down. Then he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making me choke and my eyes start to water.
He hears me choke and tugs my hair to pull me off of him, but I look up at him through my lashes and shake my head as much as I can, letting him know I’m not stopping.
So he keeps hold of my hair and thrusts deep into my mouth making me moan around his dick.
I remove one of my hands from his shaft, and bring my fingers to my center, rubbing my clit in the same tempo that I’m pumping his cock.
I’m soaked, and not just from my orgasm from before.
My mouth barely goes past his crown, so I take short, shallow pulls on his head, and I can feel him twitch in my hand.
He continues to fuck my mouth as I suck, both hands on the top of my head now holding me in place.
My eyes are watering, and I can feel the saliva dripping out of my mouth, but I don’t stop.
His hips start to piston a little faster, then he abruptly pulls his dick out of my mouth.
“I want to finish inside you.” He releases my hair and reaches under my arms to pull me on top of him, my wet pussy sliding against his rock hard cock.
“Inside me. Now,” I demand.
“I need a condom,” he says, lifting me off of him, rolling to the side and grabbing his jeans from the floor. Within seconds, he’s got the condom on.
Instead of climbing back on the bed, he holds his hand out to me, his eyes meeting mine.
“We might not be able to tell people about us outside this window, but in this room, I want the world to see who owns this pussy.”
Taking his hand, I let him lead me to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittery lights of Manhattan like a spotlight on us.
He looks fierce when he reaches down and lifts me under my thighs, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, my arms over his shoulders.
“Look at me, Eva,” he commands.
I look into his blue eyes, as he reaches between us and positions his crown at my opening, then drives his hips upward, burying himself inside me in one fluid stroke, pushing me against the window.
I can’t help the ragged moan that comes out of my mouth as he stretches me and hits my core with a force that makes me see stars. Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire, even as my back rubs against the cool glass.
“Fuck, Eva,” he groans, his eyes closing for a minute as his head falls back.
He starts to move in a slow, rhythmic drive, sweat starting to coat our skin. Every thrust is deep, his hips meeting mine, and the sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the quiet room. I wrap my legs around his lower back, pulling him deeper into me. I want every single inch of him touching me.
Our pace shifts from controlled to frantic.
Aston’s hold on my legs moves to gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks as he hammers into me.
The sweat from his forehead drips onto my chest, his skin sticking to mine in wet, heavy slaps as he thrusts into me over and over again.
I feel like I’m losing my mind, and a steady stream of incoherent whimpers slips past my lips.
“Aston. Oh my God, Aston,” I cry out, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly, likely leaving marks. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His cock rubs against my g-spot with precision that makes my lower belly tighten into a knot. The pressure is almost too much.
“I’m so close,” I pant, my hand dropping between us so I can rub my clit, desperately chasing my orgasm. “Aston, I’m gonna—”
“Come,” he grunts, his voice broken, his pace no longer controlled. “Come for me, Eva. Let me feel your pussy strangle my cock.”
With one final, agonizingly perfect thrust, my body breaks. Pulsing waves clamp around him as a long moan tears from my chest. My orgasm rolls through me, and I feel like I’ve lost all sense of time. I’m completely consumed by him and the feel of his cock inside of me.
My release breaks his restraint, and he lets out a deep roar as his hips drive into me one last time. His chest heaves as his head drops to my shoulder.
We stay like that for what feels like a long time, my body pressed against the glass; the only sounds in the room are our breathing and the hum of the Manhattan traffic below.
Minutes later, Aston shifts, releasing me with a groan and disposing of the condom.
He leads me to the bed, I crawl in, and he lies beside me, keeping one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. We’re tangled in messy, ruined sheets, the light bathing our bodies in grey and silver.
“That was quite a workout, Honeybee,” Aston murmurs, his voice sleepy. He presses soft, lazy kisses along my shoulder.
I let out a laugh, my hand resting over his forearm on my stomach. “I mean, you did want to prove your endurance, right?”
“I think my endurance is just fine, don’t you?” his laugh vibrates against my back. “You were loud enough to wake your neighbor on the first floor.”
“False,” I lie, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“Truth,” he smiles. He pulls me a little closer. “Hey, I should probably get a car back to Jersey. I have a morning workout with Brody.”
I turn in his arms, my eyes locked on his. The independent woman in me wants to tell him it’s fine. But looking at his messy hair and the gentle look in his eye, I can’t.
“Stay the night?” I whisper, my fingers tracing his tattoos.
Aston stares at me for a minute until a devastating smile breaks through the dark. He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Okay,” he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll stay.”
We drift off to sleep a few minutes later, our bodies locked together in the middle of the bed. The complications of tonight can wait until tomorrow.