35. Ember
EMBER
My body may be relaxed, but my mind is still tense, because as soon as Griffin leaves the room, I have second thoughts.
I can’t keep doing this. I want to, but I shouldn’t, and the deeper I go, the harder it will be to stop.
But the thought of going deeper intensifies the needy ache between my legs, and when Griffin returns, flicking off the overhead light as he enters, I crawl under the covers with him.
He pulls me against his chest, my back to his front, just like Frank held me last night.
A different man every night. What kind of life am I living all of a sudden?
Griffin nuzzles into my neck. “You smell good.”
“What do I smell like?”
“Like Ember.” Playfully, he drags his teeth over the skin on my neck, and pretends to take a bite. Meanwhile, one of his hands snakes into my pajama bottoms and discovers how wet I am for him.
He strokes over my clit, and my hips respond by pressing closer to him and finding him hard again. His erection nestles between my butt cheeks, and I grind back against him.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re ready to sleep.” His voice, a low growl next to my ear, tickles my skin. His free hand plucks at my nipples like the strings on one of his guitars, and when I groan, his cock jerks and swells.
“You either.”
“Not until I make you come a few times. My massages include happy endings.”
“Lucky me.”
And I am a very lucky woman, because after Griffin gets me off once with his skillful fingers, he lifts my leg, draping it over his, and slides into my sopping-wet pussy from behind. His cock fills me in a way that’s so satisfying, and it’s made even better by the way he cradles me in his strong arms and whispers in my ear while he fucks me.
“You feel so good, Ember. I’d like to do this all night long.”
I’m smiling as he cups one of my breasts in his hand and uses his other to keep my hips pressed back against him as his cock drives in and out of me, steady and deep.
From this position, he hits a spot that’s just so good. The warmth of his skin, the strength of his body, the delicious friction—it’s all so perfectly right, and I feel safe to surrender to everything I’m feeling.
I’m whimpering by the time he presses a thumb to my clit and sends me flying into oblivion, which is made all the better by the awareness that I’m still anchored in his embrace as I lose control.
While I’m reveling in the flood of sensations, Griffin groans my name, grips my hip, and seizes deep inside me. His cock starts to pulse as my pussy throbs around him, our bodies in sync, our hearts pounding together.
Emotions come rushing up from nowhere, threatening to overtake me. This isn’t sex on a desk, or bent over a bed in a rush of horny urgency. Something about this feels deep and meaningful, and it’s too much to process all at once.
Quickly, I wipe away a drop of this emotion that overflows and seeps from the corner of my eye as my orgasm recedes. This is just a release of chemicals. Nothing more.
It’s been a long day, and I’m tired, and not thinking clearly.
Griffin presses hot kisses to my neck and shoulder, and I try to enjoy them while also ignoring how cherished they make me feel.
My eyes sting, and even though I blink rapidly, I can’t stop a few more tears from escaping.
He slips out of me and rolls me onto my back. “Hey. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head quickly. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
His eyes search mine in the darkness, and as his expression shifts, I have the feeling he somehow understands me better than I understand myself.
He brushes a gentle hand over my hair and presses his lips to mine in a mix of tenderness and desire. His thumb traces along the side of my hairline and down along my cheek as he rests some of his weight onto my body, securing me against the mattress.
“You’re so gorgeous, Emmy, and I’m not just saying that because I’ve become addicted to your pussy.”
The grin on his lips stokes the flickering fire in me, and I wrap my arm around his head and pull him closer. “How long ‘til you’re ready to go again?”
“I’m always ready for you.” He slides out of bed to take care of the first spent condom, and when he returns, it’s quite a while before we go to sleep.
I forget to set my alarm, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m awakened by a tingling sensation that slides up the center of my belly. Its origin becomes clear as I gain consciousness. Moisture trickles between my legs, and the swipe of a tongue comes into focus.
When I gasp, the licking stops, and I’m treated to the view of Griffin’s face between my thighs. His eyes are still weighted from sleep, or lack thereof, and in the dim light, his messy morning hair is a warm russet brown.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“What are you doing?” The answer is obvious; I guess the question is more about why he’s doing what he’s doing.
“I’m having breakfast.” He buries his tongue inside me, and I fall back onto the pillow and prepare for my first orgasm of the day.
When Griffin’s done feasting, he feeds his thick cock into my pussy and quickly works up to the steady pace of a piston, pounding in and out of me so vigorously that the headboard bangs against the wall. How does he have this much energy?
“Someone might hear,” I hiss, even though I don’t want him to stop.
He grins in response, making me think he likes the idea of his housemates overhearing. A shameful bit of modesty pokes at me, but it’s no match for Griffin’s cock, and my concerns are quickly forgotten as he drives me toward another orgasm.
It’s an incredible way to start the day.
Later, when I’m showered and dressed and heading out to the kitchen, I’m wary. Frank and Zeb probably know exactly what went on last night—and this morning—and even though I’m assuming they won’t have a problem with it, this all still feels strange.
But it’s business as usual as the four of us get coffee and gather food to take to work, and during the ride in with Frank and Griffin, things are as they always are, except that Griffin is in an especially good mood.