Page 57 of Griffin
“Fuck… sweetness…” It feels too good. Having not been bare with a woman in forever, the feeling of her is different. Warm. Wet. Welcoming. I throb, having never taken things this slow before. My hands explore, roaming her body, unable to stop. I’m going to come too soon, I know it.
She whimpers as her hands move to the headboard behind my shoulders to find support, her tits now situated right near my face, and my mouth waters.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetness…” I grip on to her waist, my hands sinking into her ass cheeks as I start to help her move. Just the touch of her, her body joined with mine, is almost too much. Her sweet sugar smell, her soft skin, I’m not sure anything else has ever felt this right. Face-to-face like this with nowhere to hide, nowhere to look other than upon her.
“Sooooo good,” she moans as her clit sweeps over my pelvic bone. Her head falls back, her chest at my eye level as her round body grinds against my own in a teasingly slow rhythm I’ve never had before. “I’m so full.”
I run my hands up her back, pulling her forward as my lips find her nipple. I wrap my lips around it, pulling it into my mouth.
“Oh my God…” I hear her whisper at the same time, feeling her pussy clench, and I know her nipples are sensitive. The app told me that. It also told me that nipple stimulation can bring on the baby, and since I’m a boobs man, I plan to give her a lot of stimulation. “Is this alright?” I move my hands lower, pulling and pushing her ass over and over my dick as my mouth stays on her nipples, and I swear I feel myself thicken even more.
“Perfect. I love it,” she pants, and I grin around her nipple, biting it a little with my teeth, causing her hips to move a little faster.
“Fuck, you’re moving so well, baby. Your pussy is clenching my cock so good…” I grit my teeth, my hands palming her ass, gripping on to her flesh and hoping she comes before I do.
A whimper crawls up her throat. “So good, so good, so good…” she repeats over and over again, lost to the pleasure, and I look up at her, basking in her beauty, my lips brandishing her skin, caressing her, touching her, not wanting this moment to end. I leave little love bites, wanting to mark her, mark my territory. God, I could drown in her.
“Sweet thing… so fucking sweet… Fuck me, sweetness. I need you, I need you so bad…” I’m making no sense. I’m completely gone. Almost to the point of begging, I need her so much. The feeling too raw and real, my chest burning in a way it hasn’t before. Her hand wraps around my head, pulling me to her tighter. Holding me close, like she can’t let go. Like she got me.
“Griff…” Her warning tone is now one I recognize, and I try not to grin, knowing she’s close.
“Mmmmm… Sweetness, keep going… Rock on my cock and take what you need.” I moan when she starts bouncing, my head falling back in disbelief, in awe of her and this, feeling her hips move a touch quicker. I start to buckle a little underneath her. I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.
Moans and whimpers leave her wantonly as she grips on to my shoulders for leverage, her hips never stopping, chasing her release that’s on the horizon.
“Ride me, baby… Give me one more… I need it. I need you,” I tell her, our eyes meeting in time to see her mouth open on a silent scream as her body starts to quiver.
“Fuck… yes…” I let go then with a guttural groan. My movements become a little jerky as I thrust up into her, again and again, prolonging her pleasure before I come. “Sweetness, yessssss.”
“Griffin!” Her high-pitched moan skirts across the small room as she trembles above me. I grip on to her hard, my fingers digging into her soft hips, pulling her tight, keeping her with me. My body slackens, feeling my stress and worries completely leave me.
Panting. Completely spent. Her skin and mine coated in a light sheen of sweat.
“Wow,” she says, her head buried in my shoulder. I blink a few times. Feeling a little lightheaded, out of sorts. Are my eyes watering? I rub them quickly, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me before I swallow and come back to myself. “You alright?” She starts to move, and I help her get up and slowly lower her back onto the mattress, letting her lie down and get comfortable. She looks even better with that just-fucked flush on her face.
“I think so…” I tell her, still breathless.
She smiles, although her eyes are closed.
I watch her for a beat before I go to her bathroom. Cleaning up a little, I grab a fresh washcloth, taking it back to the bed.
“It’s okay.” She sits up, startled, as I brush the cool cloth against her.
“Relax. I’ll clean the mess I made…” I tell her, and she’s in no position to argue because she can barely lift her head right now. I pull the blankets over her, turn off all the lights, and crawl into her bed next to her, the two of us quiet for a moment.
“I’ve never had sex like that before,” she whispers, like she’s telling me a secret.
I look over at her, my hand coming to her bump, and I strum my fingers against her skin.
“Me neither,” I admit, feeling vulnerable. It’s true. That was a first for me, in almost every way.
“I’m grateful I don’t have neighbors…”
I huff a laugh, and in the thin strip of moonlight that’s sneaking through her curtains, I see her grin.
“I wouldn’t care if they heard you like that. Means I’m doing something right.”
“You do a lot of things right, Griffin.”
