26. Julie #2
“I decided there should be no secrets between us. It’s not healthy for our relationship…Birdy,” he says with caution when I reach out for one of the tea towels. “You are not a violent person. What are you—ow!” He yelps when I smack his arm.
“What relationship, you snooping thief! We weren’t in one yet!”
“I was looking into the future—ow!” Another smack.
“You don’t say.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you by any chance see your impending death?”
“Birdy, don’t go saying stuff like that, it’s bad for your auraaaa ,” he sing-songs as I smack the towel against his ass and he starts running away from me.
“My aura! He’s worried about my aura!” I catch his backside with the towel again.
“You little…” He trails off, grinning as he hides behind my couch.
“I have no idea what you’re smiling about, Mr. Owling.” I slap the towel against my palm—threateningly, I might add. Very threateningly.
“You know what I’m seeing in my future right now?”
“What?”
“You, forgiving me.”
“Oh, do you now?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Yep.” He grins. “Sometime after orgasm number five.”
Before I can come up with a response, his huge body envelops mine, tugging the towel out of my hands. “There now.” He throws it to the floor. “I had no idea my little birdy is this feisty.”
“I’ll show you feisty,” I start, but Griffin shuts me up with a searing kiss that leaves me breathless, but he has zero plans of letting me go to allow me air that isn’t him.
Griffin slides his arms under my legs, lifting me up and carries me somewhere without breaking our kiss. Gently, he lowers me, and I feel the softness of my bed underneath and his imposing strength and desperate need on top of me, pinning me down.
“You…you had no right,” I manage to get out in between his lavish kisses, needing him to hear this before he scrambles my brain for good.
Griffin lifts up slightly, his eyes penetrating mine with raw honesty and a little guilt. “I know, baby, and I’m sorry, but…but those diaries, they mean the world to me. Your words, your feelings. They mean the world to me, and I promise, I swear I’ll right the scales. Soon.”
“What do you mea—”
He cuts my question off with his lips on my neck.
“Later, Birdy. I’ll give it all to you later. For now…” His breath is harsh and labored against the softness of my skin. “For now, I need to fuck you like I mean it.”
“And give me five orgasms. At least,” I pant and feel his smile against my neck as he nibbles on it.
“At least.”
Griffin’s fingers start skimming over my body, until they reach the hem of my dress and slowly slip underneath it, climbing higher but at a tantalizingly slow pace as his mouth leaves hot, wet kisses down my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts.
In a matter of seconds, I’m panting and squirming and needing him to touch me…somewhere. Anywhere, and I’m sure I’ll come right this second.
“Griff,” I moan out when his hot breath skims over the top of my dress right over my aching breasts.
“What, baby?” Griffin’s voice is pure gravel and lust. “What do you need? Is it these tits?” He palms my heavy breast over the fabric, my hardened peak already digging into the palm of his hand.
My back arches, looking for more and he squeezes a touch harder, eliciting a moan out of me.
“Do they need me? Or it is this pussy?” The hand underneath my dress deftly moves up, sliding into my panties as he cups me, grinding the heel of his hand into my clit. My arousal, coating it.
“You, I need you. Everywhere.”
There’s a groan, and the next moment the cups of my dress are shoved off my tits, the cool air hitting my razor-sharp nipples as his mouth closes around one, sucking it deep and then using his tongue to swirl around it.
He repeats it again and again and then moves to the other one at the same time as he pushes two fingers into my pussy, stretching it.
“Ah,” I cry out.
“Shh.” Griffin makes the noise around my nipple, sending delicious sparks over my body.
“No need to cry yet. Let me give you something better to cry about.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me a few more times before he gets up, letting go off my nipple with a wet pop and towers over me, standing on his knees as his eyes roam over my disheveled appearance.
My dress is bunched in the middle with my breasts out. My panties are shoved to the side—somehow that feels naughtier—leaving me bare to his gaze. My wild hair must be all over the place, and through it all Griffin looks at me like I’m his piece of art.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, licking his lips as he takes off his LCFD T-shirt with that sexy, one-handed move and unbuckles his belt but doesn’t take his pants off just yet.
Sweet daisies, this man is a dream and he’s all mine.
“Now, let’s make you really scream,” he says, and my head falls back with a loud cry when he stuffs three of his fingers inside my pussy as his mouth closes around my clit, sucking it just as greedily as he did my nipples.
“Mm-hmm, your pussy is so fucking sweet, Birdy. So fucking wet, I can drink from it for days.” He drags the tip of his tongue through my folds, alternating between sucking and teasing me while his fingers are pumping in and out of me, relentlessly.
My body is thrashing against his, my legs twisting around his head as my fingers dig into anything I can find nearby.
“Griff…Griff,” I pant.
“Yes, baby. Give it to me, come for me,” he commands, and I follow, a wave of ecstasy flowing freely over my body from the tips of my fingers to the roots of my hair.
I feel hot. I feel on fire. And I want more.
I’m still convulsing underneath him when he pulls out his fingers and slides them across my tingly clit, massaging it as he spreads my cum over it.
“What a good girl,” he murmurs, the words all warm honey.
His mouth still hovering over my sensitive pussy and then his tongue swipes up all the wetness he spread over it.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, shifting his hips on my bed. “I just had her, and I want more. That’s how fucking good you taste, Birdy.”
“I-I do?”
“Wanna try?” He doesn’t wait for my response, his fingers already brushing over my lips as he climbs over me. His strong, muscled thighs straddling me and I peer at him with my hazy eyes. I can smell myself on his fingers but it’s not unpleasant. “Stick your tongue out, baby.”
I do just that and he stuffs all three of the fingers that were just inside my pussy, into my mouth. “There you go,” he says in that low, gravelly voice. His mouth slightly parted as he watches me wrap my lips around them as he starts sliding them in and out, fucking my mouth with them.
A low curse slips from him and he reaches over with his other hand back to my pussy, rubbing my clit simultaneously and I can’t help the moan that comes.
God, it all feels so good. The roughness of his pants over my naked breasts, his fingers on my pussy and the ones in my mouth. But most of all, I’m high on the way he watches me. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m it. The one for him.
“You like it? You like how you taste? It’s so fucking good, Birdy.
It’s my favorite drug,” he moans when I swirl my tongue around his fingers, lapping up my own cum off them.
“You want more, my greedy girl?” Griffin grits out and sinks the fingers of his other hand inside me before switching the hands out.
“There, my sweet girl,” he says and leans over, kissing around my mouth while his fingers are inside it. “Suck these clean and I’ll give you more. I’ll stuff you full with your cum before you take mine as well.”
I think I’m in a frenzy. My body flying over this world, detached, because it shouldn’t be possible for me to come just from sucking his fingers, but I do. The heat that was pulling at the bottom of my stomach spills free and I come with a guttural moan as his fingers rub my clit and fuck my mouth.
My whole body twists underneath him, the climax making me lose it completely and Griffin finally snaps.
He pushes off me and then I feel his naked body over mine, the smooth, hard head of his cock sliding against my wet thigh where my orgasm spilled from me.
The hairs on his chest teasing my sensitive nipples as he leans over me, bracketing my face with his huge palms and just layering kissing all over me.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of my flesh.
“Perfect, beautiful, mine!” he repeats over and over.
“Griffin…” I lace my fingers through his thick hair, drawing him closer. My eyes half closed from pleasure and orgasms I’ve already had but also in anticipation of him inside me.
And then with a soft, sexy grunt, he pushes into my tight opening without stopping. His thick cock spearing me in two just like the other night, and I cry out from the intensity. From how deliriously good it feels.
“Christ,” he hisses, pushing deeper and deeper. My fingers close tighter around the strands of his hair. His hands clutching onto my body as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I feel euphoric.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” Griffin’s grunts mix with my cries. And moans. And pleas to fuck me harder. To give me more and he does.
He pulls out almost all the way, takes my mouth with his and slams back inside. Hard, relentless, and just…perfect. I clutch onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he fucks me like that again and again, hitting just the right spot each and every time.
Sex was good before. But never like this. Never this perfect. Never this whole.
Yes, that’s how it feels.
“Birdy.” His breaths are heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead but he doesn’t relent and I’m not sure my whole mind is present at the moment. I feel well and truly fucked. “Baby, clench your tight, little pussy around my cock. Squeeze me hard, but don’t come, you hear me?”
My mouth parts at his request but I do as I’m told and then two identically loud, desperate moans come from him and I at the same time because that…that…was so good.
“Again,” he grunts, and we do that again. The tightness is almost unbearable but so good. “Oh fuck, what a good girl. Choking my cock like that. You liked that?” I nod frantically. “Yeah, you did.”
Griffin winds his hand around my neck, slightly tightening around it. “Now, come,” he commands and slams hard into me.
Sparks fly around me, over me, inside me as I fall apart when he tells me to do so. I come and come and come. My already spent body, convulsing and tightening around his length.
And then in a flash, his thighs are straddling me again, the hand on my neck directing my head where he wants it as he grabs his glistening cock with his other hand and says, “Open wide.”
The second I do, hot, thick ropes of cum paint my tongue, my lips, my face. Griffin is still trying to catch his breath as he watches me, mesmerized and then slides his thumb across my face, collecting his spilled seed.
“Suck it, baby. I told you you’ll be drinking it all down today.” He pushes it past my lips as I take it all. “So fucking perfect.” Griffin leans down and kisses me. This time is gentle and sweet once more, tasting us on my lips.
He rolls us around, so I’m splayed on top of him as we both still trying to catch our breaths.
“Am I forgiven?”
“Not even close,” I mumble against his chest, too spent to get up. “Two more to go.”
Griff’s chest shakes with a silent laughter and then he’s moving me again, pulling me up until I’m seated right about his mouth.
“Then let’s get on with it,” he says, gliding the palms of his hands across my back and over the curve of my ass as he grabs a handful of it and shoves me down on his mouth as his tongue spears into my pussy.
“ OhmyGod ,” is the last coherent thought of the night.
By the time morning comes, I can’t even remember why he was asking for forgiveness in the first place.