15. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Kaitlyn
I’ve always been a careful woman. I guard my heart and my body as best I can because no one likes to be hurt. I am a risk taker, in a certain sense, but not in situations like this.
But I can’t deny this any longer. I want Griffin Shaw more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Seeing him in my bed with Marilyn was the last straw. It was the deciding factor. He’s too intoxicating and I’m ready to get drunk off him.
“Can we add this to the contract?” I ask.
“Absofuckinglutely,” he growls and smashes our lips back together.
I moan into his mouth when it parts and our tongues find one another. We are a mess of hands, mouths, scratches, sighs, and groans.
He grabs the ends of my hair and begins to twist, winding the strands around his fist until he has full control of my head. He yanks it back and exposes my arched neck, which he happily begins to feast on.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper as goosebumps spread from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
“Someone likes their neck bitten, I see,” he says and his voice vibrates into my ear. It tickles a little and makes me grind down into his lap.
“I like you,” I clarify, clawing at the buttons of his shirt. “Take this off.”
“Shred it. Tear it to bits. I don’t fucking care,” he growls.
Every part of me wants him. My body. My head. Even my heart. I’ve never wanted anything more. I tug a little too hard in anticipation, having the buttons of his shirt clatter to the floor. A subtle chuckle vibrates from inside his chest. I can feel the corners of his lips turn up against my skin. “It was a figure of speech. However, I’m more than fine that you took me literally.”
He pulls himself up, his hand still guiding my head, his fingers pulling and twisting in my hair. Griffin’s now stunningly bare chest is pressed against my breasts. The heat from his body is nearly overwhelming. As I try to catch any bit of air I can, his free arm tugs around my waist, pulling me so tight I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
Then, surprising me, he stands, taking me with him then placing me gently on my feet. I groan in disappointment.
He laughs at me. “Greedy and impatient. Duly noted.” He cups my face in his hands and kisses me again. I could lose myself in these kisses. Hell, maybe I will.
“Get this off of me,” I tell him, tugging at the baggy tee I had tossed on when I changed clothes.
“And demanding,” he adds with a grin before doing what I asked.
I can feel each of his fingertips gliding along my skin as he brings the cotton shirt up my body and over my head, before tossing it to the floor behind me. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, so I feel his gaze on my chest instantly. In any other circumstance, I’d feel self-conscious, but there’s something about this man that makes me feel bold.
It’s only heightened when he sinks to his knees to peel my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I feel like I’m on fire. I’ve never been this turned on.
He looks up at me from his knees as I slide my hand through his hair, stopping him before he tries to stand.
“Kiss me,” I say breathily.
He smirks before leaning forward and placing gentle kisses along my pelvic bone, before giving my clit the same treatment.
I look up to the ceiling, letting my hair cascade down my back and mewl at the sensation. “Mmmmmmm.”
He takes his time with me. I feel each flick of his tongue, each swirl, and each kiss. My heart feels like it may pound out of my chest.
I can’t wait any longer. I want him. I want all of him.
I make that clear, pulling him back up and throwing myself around him, smashing my lips to his.
In one swift move, he tosses me to my back on the bed and settles between my spread thighs. Somewhere along the way, he tossed the remains of his shirt to the floor.
I reach up and trace the lines of his abdomen with my fingernails. This man must have been carved from marble. He’s perfect. I’m literally shaking in anticipation and could combust with every touch.
“I’ve thought about this for days,” he says as he unbuckles his belt.
“Me too,” I admit. “Hurry up and fuck me.” I smirk, yanking his belt free from the loops.
The whoosh of the leather against the fabric sends chills through me. “Like I said,” he says as he unzips his slacks, but not before pulling a foil packet from his pocket. “Greedy, demanding, and impatient.”
I’m finally able to see Griffin Shaw in all his glory when he sits back on his heels to roll the condom onto his cock. He’s the definition of man. He’s muscular in all the right ways, toned, and easily the biggest man I’ll ever attempt to take in my life. I’m equally excited as I am scared.
“You’re staring.” He grins.
“You’re slow.”
He wraps his big hands around my thighs and spreads them apart, guiding them to rest at his hips. He lowers himself to me so we are chest to chest and his forearms are resting on either side of my head.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I slip inside of you for the first time.”
I curl my arms around his back and gasp when he sinks his hips forward, pushing his cock into me. I need a minute before I can even move. Griffin is so serene, even if he’s a fraction out of control inside like I am.
He holds the weight of his body with one arm, while the fingers on his other hand softly grip my chin, allowing the pads of them to trace across my lips. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I exhale softly. “I want you so much.”
Instincts take over and I wrap my legs around his waist. I want as much of me to touch as much of him as possible. I give him a gentle squeeze of my thighs, and I can feel it send him to another level.
He pulls my hands away from around his neck, pinning them above my head. This act of dominance gives me life. My greedy body encourages him to finally move inside me. At first the movement is in a slow, paced rhythm. Then as his weight lowers to my body, he feels more forceful.
With one hand still pinning mine above my head, he pushes up with all of his weight on his free hand. He’s hovering above me, but looking down between our bodies where we are connected, watching himself slide in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I hear him groan under his breath. “Look at us, baby.”
I wiggle my fingers. I want to touch him. I want to feel him. He complies and releases me, giving me free rein to glide my fingernails across his shoulders and underneath to his chest. “Harder. More.”
He drops his body back onto mine and laces each of my fingers with his, pinning them to either side of my head. We find the perfect rhythm together, and soon the bedroom is filled with a cacophony of breaths, moans, gasps, and sighs.
He kisses me like he wants to devour me, and I’d let him. I’d give him anything right now if he asked for it.
He shifts his angle just a fraction and hits that sweet spot deep inside of me, and I arch my back in pleasure. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t change a single thing. He keeps his pace steady, reading my body and doing exactly what I need to find my release.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? I can feel you trembling.”
I nod. “I’m… so… close.”
“Goddamn, Kaitlyn.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.
That’s all it takes—that deep, baritone voice of his grunting in pleasure in my ear like I’m the best he’s ever had and I leap off the edge, tumbling head first into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
“GRIFFIN!” He pushes up again to hover over me and slams into me once… twice… then stills on the third, holding himself in my body while his own release shudders through him.
His being slowly melts down into mine. It feels like every bit of emotion he had poured out of him and was given to me as a gift. I’ve heard from friends there is always one experience that all others would be compared to. I never understood what they were talking about until this very moment.
I can tell he won’t be letting go of my hand anytime soon. So I grant that silent request. However, I want to feel the tensionless muscles of his neck, back, and quite frankly, that perfect bum of his. I quietly run my fingers up and down every inch I can reach until I’m dreaming about it…and him.