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“I fucking love your breasts,” he cuts me off immediately as he leans over, his fingers featherlight, touching my shoulders, before he slowly trails them down to my breast. He circles my nipple, his touch so soft it’s almost excruciating. I’m a little touched out, tender due to breastfeeding, but with his careful caress, I feel taken care of instead of giving any more of myself away.
“I’m not exactly—” I touch my belly, fingers grazing the softness that wasn’t there before, but I don't get to finish the sentence before Griffin’s hand covers mine.
“You’re exactly mine.”
I blink, heart stuttering at his rumbling claim.
Eyes on mine, he kneels on the mattress and leans in, his lips brushing my temple. “This body made Tommy. It held him, fed him, kept him safe. You think I’m gonna look at it and want less?”
I let out a shaky breath, eyes stinging.
“I want more,” he murmurs. “More of you. More of this. Every curve, every mark. You’re beautiful,” he says as his hand on my belly lowers, and he lies beside me. “Precious. I want to cherish every inch of you.” His fingers drag down my naked body, from my stomach to my hips, moving across my hip bone. My breath quickens, my chest moving up and down as anticipation builds. “Would you like that, baby?”
I nod eagerly, as his fingers hit my core, and I gasp at the contact.
He watches me carefully, going slow, being gentle as my eyes close and my body softens at his touch.
“Spread your legs, sweetness. Let me feel your perfect pussy…” he growls in my ear, kissing my neck, and I heat all over. But I do as he asks, relaxing my hips, moving my legs wider as Griffin's hand settles between them. I’m not going to lie; I’m a little anxious. Giving birth was a big deal. I don’t even know what sex is going to feel like now. Is it going to be painful? Is it going to feel normal? I mean, whatever normal is. Griffin and I have only been together once. I have so much more to explore with him.
“Good girl.” His words ghost over the sensitive skin of my neck as he continues kissing and sucking, his fingers rubbing my clit lazily yet purposefully.
“Mmmm.” I bite my bottom lip as I move my hips, wanting more, my eyes closed, confidence building.
He moves his hand then, his thumb replacing his finger as he glides lower and pushes inside.
“Yesss…” I whimper, the sensation pure pleasure. I feel him grin where he kisses my neck, and my back arches a little, wanting more. Needing more. He moves his finger in and out, slowly at first, starting languidly before moving a little faster. “Griff,” I pant, my voice a little pitched, my mind almost mush as I start to tremble.
“Your beautiful body is so fucking responsive… so perfect…” he growls again as his hand quickens, and I grind against him.
“Yes… more… more…” I beg, my hand moving and gripping onto his wrist, keeping him right there as my hips start to buck against him.
Leaning up, he watches me, eyes full of desire. “Take what you need. Use me how you want. I’m all yours, sweetness…”
I can barely understand his words. I’m out of breath, my chest heaving, needing this, needing him, needing a release and this man's touch like I need air.
I moan his name, my body starting to shudder. “Griffin… Griffin…” I pant repeatedly, eyes closing as my orgasm crests.
“Open your eyes, sweetness. Look at me when I fuck you… Look at me when you come with my name on your sweet lips…”
My eyes flick open, and I stare right at him as I come so powerfully, the world dissolves around us. My back arches, my toes curl, and I push my head back into the pillow and call for him.
“Griffin!” I should be quiet; I might wake Tommy. But I can’t help it. I can’t stop.
I come hard. Fully. Completely. Then my body liquifies and I sink into the bed a panting mess.
I had no idea I was holding on to so much tension.
“Fucking beautiful.” Griffin kisses my chest, shoulders, and neck. I grip the back of his head and pull his lips to mine.
We kiss with slow passion, sharing moans, gripping on to each other, not an inch left between us. We haven’t kissed like this in weeks. Even then, it didn’t feel like this. His lips brand mine with so much force there’s no question what I mean to him. I give him back everything he gives and more.
It feels like love. Yet I’m too frightened to say it. Not wanting to tell him and then have him run. So I show him with this kiss.
I give him everything I have and hope he understands the unspoken truth.
I’m totally and utterly in love with my builder.
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