Stitches

“Your pussy feels like heaven, you know that?”

“Having you inside me is heaven,” she tells me. “Fuck me harder, Griff. Take everything you want from me.”

It’s hard to let loose with Moira—she’s petite and delicate-looking, while I’m nearly 240 lbs of muscle. I don’t feel like she can handle me at full capacity. She’s used to Seb’s roughness, but he isn’t as bulky as I am. I saw he wasn’t afraid to fuck her full-force last night, but I’m a little worried I’ll hurt her.

She must be able to see it. “I can take it,” she assures me. “Give me all you’ve got, Griff. Fuck me like this is the only time you’ll get to, and you never want me to forget.”

Her words send a specific wave of fear lancing through me. Like this is the only time? I only just got her. I need more than once. Nonetheless, her words fill me with a sense of urgency. I give it to her a little harder. When she takes it in stride, I pull out, turn her over so she’s face-down in the pillow, and drive my cock inside her from behind.

“Oh, God, yes,” she murmurs, reaching above her for something to hold onto.

I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back like a bow as I piston my hips inside her even harder. “Like that?” I ask, roughly.

Her body moves with the violence of my thrusts, but she manages an enthusiastic, “Yes.”

I shake my head, taken off guard. This isn’t what I imagined Moira like in bed. I like it. I like it a lot.

She pushes against the bed so she can meet my hips thrust for thrust. She really gets into it, moaning, crying out, telling me, “Fuck me, Griff. Give it to me. Oh, God, yes.”

She’s magnificent. When she’s close again, I want her to come more than I can remember wanting anything. I want her pussy squeezing my cock, her beautiful sounds emanating from her throat as pleasure I provided courses through her sweet little body.

Satisfaction surges through me when she does. I summon the willpower to last through her clenching—I want to make sure she gets every second of pleasure, so I fuck her like a ragdoll even as she cries out, pleasure erupting inside her.

When her body sags, I turn her over on her back and bury myself inside her so I can watch her face. It only takes a couple thrusts until I join her, emptying myself, pouring the last of my strength for the moment into her pussy. I come down on top of her and Moira wraps her arms around me, holding me close, pressing her lips against my shoulder.

Moira sighs contentedly and the sound goes straight to my heart. Contentment rolls over me too, like it’s contagious. I don’t want to crush her, so I pull out of her body and roll over beside her. I’m closer to Seb’s side than the side I slept on last night, but I don’t intend on staying here, I just want to get my weight off her.

Moira snuggles up close and drapes her arm across my waist. I must not be close enough, because next she hooks her legs over mine and uses it to drag herself even closer.

I laugh lightly, snaking an arm beneath her and pulling her on top of me.

“Great, now I’m gonna crush you,” she tells me.

“Yes, all ten pounds of you,” I shoot back.

She runs her fingers through my hair and waits for me to catch my breath, then she scoots off me and heads to the bathroom. A moment later she returns and climbs in bed beside me. She rests her face on my chest and looks up at me. “Thanks for taking me out tonight.”

“Of course,” I reply, running my finger along her arm. “Thanks for letting me.”

She smiles and pecks me on the mouth before settling back into my embrace and closing her eyes. Her head gets heavier after a few minutes, her breathing even. She fell asleep in my arms.

I try to fall asleep with her, but I can’t. I keep running over the events of the night, the memories she stirred, thoughts of last night. I sure didn’t expect to fall asleep with another woman this soon after leaving Ashley. That it’s Moira naked and sated in my arms is un-fucking-believable.

I don’t really think about the fact that I’m on the wrong side of the bed until I hear Seb’s car pull into the driveway. It’s late and I still haven’t slept, I’ve just been enjoying holding Moira, but Seb wastes little time coming upstairs. The bedroom door swings open and he steps inside. His gaze sweeps across Moira in my arms, then me, then his spot.

“Remember how I said you could fuck my wife, just stay out of my spot?” he asks, idly. “Was that not generous enough for you?”

I crack a smile. “I’m not in your spot. If anything, I’m in Moira’s spot.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Griff, but you’re not the one I want to cuddle with.”

“The feeling is mutual,” I assure him.

He lifts his eyebrows, his blue eyes twinkling with devious intent. “We could wake her up.”

“She’s tired.”

Now he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you wore her out. She could still go another round.”