21. Griffin
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GRIFFIN
“ I cannot thank you enough for all of today, Griffin.” Layken lifts up on her tip toes and kisses my cheek before pressing her lips against mine. I seize the opportunity to really fucking kiss her because hanging out with her tonight, being with our friends, even standing outside her parents’ house and defending my wife…it all felt so goddamn natural. Like this girl was created for me.
To be my friend.
My partner.
My lover.
My wife.
Tell her.
She moans softly against my mouth when my tongue swipes through her lips. Her hands slide up my biceps and fuck, my body lights up when she touches me. I pull back slowly, separating my lips from hers, and hold her face tenderly in my hands.
Just tell her.
“I’d do anything for you, Layken Ollenberg.”
“I know this is super random, but I realized earlier that we’ve been married for a while now and I don’t know your middle name.”
“My middle name is Alexander. What’s yours?”
She smiles. “It’s Elizabeth.”
“Layken Elizabeth Ollenberg.” Her name rolls off my tongue several times in a row, each one more reverent than the last. “You’re initials spell Leo.”
Her brows lift and her lips turn up. “And I actually am a Leo. My birthday is in August.”
“Hmm.” I gaze into her innocent brown eyes. “It’s like you were meant to marry me and take my name then.
Dude, fucking tell her already.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me again. “After being married to you, Griffin, I’m not sure I could ever be married to anyone else? You’re kind of perfect.”
My hands around her hips, I lift her onto the kitchen counter and stand in between legs. “Keep talking, please, shower me with all the compliments.”
“You aren’t supposed to be lifting!” she admonishes.
I sneak my hands under the hem of her shirt and slide them up her back. “Uh huh. Whatever you just said. Tell me more about how perfect I am.”
I take my time moving my lips up her neck and across her jaw. Her cheeks pinken as she tilts her head, granting me better access. “You’ve been more than kind.”
“Mhmm…” I kiss down the other side of her neck as I bring my hands to the middle of her back unclasping her bra with ease. She sighs against me.
“You see me for who I am and not who someone expects me to be.”
“I don’t expect you to be anyone you don’t want to be,” I whisper as I bring my hands around to her chest, my fingers brushing over two soft bare breasts.
Her head falls forward, our foreheads touching and she sighs. “Griffin…”
“Keep talking, Naughty. Tell me more.”
Anything to distract her while I pleasure her body.
“You…you know just how to touch me.” She gasps when I twist her nipples between my fingers. “Pleasure me. Claim me. God, you make me feel so…”
“So, what, baby? Do I make you feel beautiful?”
“Always.”
“Cherished?”
“Yes.”
“Appreciated?”
“Always.”
“What else? Tell me.”
“You make me feel so...loved.”
Yes!
I murmur into her ear, “Good. Because you are all those things and more.” I pull back and hold her face in my hands. Her large lust-filled eyes stare back at me.
God, she’s so beautiful like this.
Like she’s waiting with bated breath for me to say more so she can hang on my every word. I smooth my thumb over her cheek as she eyes me, her face like an angel, and smile at her in the most adoring way possible.
“Layken, I love you so fucking much I can’t even remember what life was like before you.”
She whimpers at my touch and then I’m lifting her shirt off her body and tossing it to the ground. “I love you so much, I can’t breathe when I think about what my life was like without you in it. I love hanging out with you. I love talking with you and laughing with you and fuck me,” I groan when I lean her back and tease the tight rosy bud of her nipple between my lips, kneading her other breast in my hand. “The sex, Naughty. I don’t think I can say it any clearer. I love playing with you.” I stroke my tongue over her other nipple and she moans louder this time.
“God, yes.”
“Pleasuring you is one of my favorite things.”
I lick her again.
“Tasting you.”
And again.
“Eating you.”
And again.
“Fucking you.”
“Griffin…”
“Shower with me, Lake.” I sneak my fingers into the bottom of her shorts until I reach the warm apex of her thighs and then I drag them across the front of her wet satin thong. “I want to wash you. Touch you. Make you feel good.”
“But Darius…” she starts but I shake my head.
“I promise I’ll be good. I’m good. I’m not as sore today and I won’t do anything too strenuous but fuck, Layken,” I groan as my fingers tug her thong aside and slide through her slick center. “I don’t want to keep my hands off you.” I step back and lock eyes with her. “I love you, Layken, and I want you.” I nuzzle her nose with mine and whisper, “Need you. Please shower with me.”
Without question she nods keeping her eyes locked with mine. “I love you too, Griffin.” She shakes her head. “So, damn much it hurts sometimes. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
My eyes fall closed as I sigh in relief. I don’t know what I’ve been so nervous about. I had a feeling she felt the same, but I really needed to hear her say the words.
“Thank fucking Christ.”
I help Layken off the countertop and then kiss her sweetly one more time. “I’ll lock up and meet you in there. And I’ll put some towels in the warmer.”
She heads to my bedroom and master bath while I lock the door and turn out the lights throughout the apartment. Then I make a quick pitstop in her bathroom to grab the one item I’ve been thinking about for the last week.
Tonight is the night.
And this is the sight I’ve been craving.
Layken’s standing in my marble shower when I walk in with two towels tossing them into the warmer. The water slips over her slender body, her hair like golden silk hanging down her back. She’s fucking breathtaking. So much so, I don’t join her at first. Instead, I stand outside the glass doors, leaning on the wall not three feet away and watch her under the shower head. Her eyes are closed as she revels in the warmth and relaxing pressure of the water.
Layken Elizabeth Ollenberg.
My wife.
My lover.
My friend.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
How on Earth did I get this lucky?
I never thought there would be a day that I would look at a woman and know without a shadow of a doubt that she’s my forever girl. My person. The one I’m meant to share my life with.
But here I am.
That’s what I see when I look at Layken.
She brings me peace.
She brings me happiness.
She brings me a boner of fucking steel when her hands fall over her breasts like they are right now.
When she finally opens her eyes and sees me standing there, she cocks her head and gives me a lazy smile. “What are you doing out there?”
“Admiring you,” I tell her.
“I hope you like what you see.”
“Layken Elizabeth Ollenberg, you are perfect. I like what I see very much.” I step away from the wall I was leaning on and lift off my shirt. Then I unzip my pants and pull them off along with my boxer briefs leaving them in a pile on the floor. “And I’m going to like what I’m about to see even better.”
“Oh yeah?” She grins. “And what is?—”
I open the glass door and step inside with a very bright, rainbow-colored dildo in my hands. Layken spots the toy in my grasp and her lips form the perfect O.
“Oh. I see,” she says, her smile broadening. “And you think you’re going to use that on me?”
I shake my head, my eyes glazing with need. “No, Naughty. Tonight, you are going to use this on yourself, and I am going watch every single moment of it with my painfully stiff cock in my hand.”
I hand her the suction cupped dildo and look on with a bit of a kinky curiosity as she finds the right height on the shower wall and then attaches the suction cup right where she wants it. The toy has an upward curve to it that should penetrate her just the right way and fuck, I can’t wait to watch her.
Before she turns around to line herself up, I tug her into me, her back to my chest, and wrap my arms around her, my hands palming each of her breasts. She rests her head on my chest just under my shoulder as I fondle her aroused peaks.
“Mmm,” she moans. “Your hands on my tits is a feeling I will never tire of.”
“Is that so?” I chuckle deeply behind her.
“Mmhmm.”
I trail my fingers down her sternum between her breasts until I reach her deliciously wet pussy, my finger massaging her clit. “And what about here?”
She subtly changes her stance, opening her legs wider for me, and nods against my chest.
“Yes. God,” she hisses. “That feels amazing.”
“Good. Now I want to see you fuck yourself, Naughty,” I tell her, dipping my fingers inside her. “I want to watch you stretch this pretty pink pussy and love every minute of it.”
I slide my other hand from her breast up to her neck holding her against me. “I want to watch your sweet mouth open up as you gasp in the throes of passion because this dildo fucks you oh so well.”
My fingers delving inside her, a vision of my own girth filling her almost sends me over the edge.
Fuck, I’m hard.
“Put on a show for me, Naughty. Let’s see what you can do.”
I pull my hands from her and she turns and brings her warm hand to my swollen cock. I hiss a breath between my teeth. “Fuck.”
“I think I can do one better than simply fucking myself for show, Griffin,” she says to me, her sultry voice branding me.
Bringing a hand behind her, she lines herself up with the suctioned cock and backs up as her sweet pussy swallows it inch by fucking inch.
“Mmm yeah,” she says. “So full.”
With my cock still in her other hand, she raises her head to meet my eyes and then she leans down and sucks my cock into her mouth.
“Ah, fuck!” She nearly takes my damn breath away as she consumes me, her tongue circling my shaft as she pulls off of me and then sucks me back in. She creates a rocking motion between my achingly stiff cock and the one suction-cupped behind her. As she pulls herself off the toy, she swallows me farther into her mouth. And then when she slips from my heated skin, she fills herself, stretching her pussy with the mammoth toy.
Any other day I might be hella fucking jealous of a sex toy but tonight? Fuck no. Tonight I’m not only enjoying a front row seat to my girl’s pleasure, but it’s also becoming an interactive experience I will not soon forget.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Naughty. Your mouth feels incredible.” I shake my head in awe. “If you could see yourself right now. So, fucking beautiful like this. With your pussy full on one end and your sexy mouth stuffed with my cock on the other end.”
As I’m admiring the most erotic view I think I’ve ever seen, I gather her hair and wrap it all around my fist a few times, holding it away from her face to ensure a clear picture of her mouth.
“Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” I tell her when her fingertips skate against my balls. “Such a fucking good girl.”
She groans against me as she impales herself in every direction. The vibrations of her voice sending chills down my spine.
Vibrations.
Remembering the setting I found on that dildo last week, I lean forward and smooth my hand down her back, around her leg, and underneath her. My fingertips find the switch near the bottom of dildo and I flick it on.
“Oh, my God!” Layken exclaims, popping off my cock momentarily.
“Watching you fuck yourself might be the best thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, Mrs. Ollenberg. That feel okay?”
She nods vigorously with a renewed hunger in her eyes. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Good. Now open up for me so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” With a slight tug of her hair, I pull her toward my cock helping her rock back and forth. The vibrations of the dildo causing her legs to shake and her body to hum. She continues the steady motion of sliding her mouth over my rigid cock but picks up speed as her body begins to betray her.
“Oh God!” she cries with her mouth full.
I slap my hands on the shower wall to keep myself steady as she sucks me hard, relentlessly. “Jesus fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
Together we fall into a tandem rhythm. As she rocks back and forth I thrust myself into her mouth so her legs don’t have to work too hard.
“Feel me, Naughty? Feel how fucking hard you make me?”
There’s nothing fucking flaccid about what’s in her mouth right now.
And there never will be again.
“Mhmm,” she moans hungrily taking every inch of me unremittingly. And then as the fury builds inside her, she does the one thing that sets my body ablaze. Her hand on my balls, she reaches up between my legs and taps her finger against my tight puckered hole, pushing it just inside, and I’m a fucking goner.
“Mother fuck, Layken! Oh fuck!” I come so hard I almost fall down, my legs shaking as I spill inside her. She swallows down everything I give her and then cries out as her own orgasm rips through her body.
“Fuck! Yes! Griffin!” she screams my name, panting for breath as she comes. Her legs become wobbly but I’m right there to catch her so she doesn’t fall. Instead, I lead us to the bench inside the shower and hold her lifeless body against my chest.
“That was, unfuckingbelievable Mrs. Ollenberg.” I kiss the side of her head and smooth my arms up and down her body. “Absolutely incredible.”
She lifts her head and I push her wet hair back from her face, revealing her satisfied smile. “Toys are fun, but I’ve been spoiled by your mighty and possessive cock,” she explains.
“Who do you think taught this cock all it knows?” I wink at her and she giggles against me.
And for the first time in my life, I feel completely at ease and truly happy.
“I love you, Griffin.”
She doesn’t look at me when she says it, so I bring my finger to her chin and turn her face to be sure she’s looking into my eyes when I tell her, “I love you so much more, Layken.” We share in a gentle and slow kiss and when we pull apart, I place one more kiss on the edge of her nose. “Come on, let’s dry off and then go to bed. I want to hold you while we fall asleep.”