I groan, unable to articulate all the things I’m currently feeling. I want everything from him.
“Bebe,” he repeats. “I want to make you come, but I need to know if you want that too.”
“Yes,” I hiss, unable to articulate much more, and he chuckles in response. I think I might have fallen a little in love with him, because his only thought is to bring me pleasure. I’ve never known a man like that.
His hand moves from my waist to expertly pop the button of my jeans. As he slowly lowers the zipper, my heart rate kicks into overdrive, causing my ears to buzz. This man drives me wild, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the feelings he invokes.
Sliding his hand into my panties, he works his fingers down, gently brushing past my clit and easily slipping inside. Some sort of mewling noise breaks free from my mouth as he pumps in and out, then slides his fingers up to circle my clit. He alternates between the two, changing up the rhythm and the pressure, dragging out the delicious feelings he’s creating deep within.
As the sensations build and I edge closer to breaking, he continues to kiss any skin he can reach. My shoulder, neck, ear, chin, and my cheek. And as I fall apart under the expertise of his fingers, he whispers in my ear, telling me how beautiful it is to watch me come apart.
It’s amazing the feelings another person can conjure within someone just by their words and gentle touch. Because what Griff just did to me was extremely gentle, and I loved it, but now I need more. So much more.
“Griff,” I say with a little too much urgency if the way his head pops up is any indication. “I need you inside of me.”
His nostrils flare as he sucks in a startled breath. “I’m only going to ask this once, then I’m going to take you at face value. Are you sure?”
I nod, reaching behind me to grab his impressive hard-on. And then it happens so quickly I’m not even sure how he managed it, but he’s up from the couch, holding me in his arms and moving toward the bedroom.
Setting me gently on my feet next to the bed, he stares for a beat as if he’s trying to determine his next steps. Then he breaks the stare, and a lecherous grin breaks across his face.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” he says gruffly, and my body shivers at the raw desire in his tone. And while I’m not necessarily one to obey orders from someone who isn’t my mom or my boss, this is one with which I’ll gladly comply with.
I start disrobing while Griff does the same. After what feels like an eternity but was likely no more than a minute, we’re both naked and I’m back in his arms, his lips on mine.
He devours me as he gently leans me back and down on the bed until I’m lying flat and he’s bracing himself above me. Breaking the kiss, he makes eye contact.
“Bebe, I’m going to take this as slowly as possible, but if I get caught up in the moment and you need me to slow down, just say the word.”
Then he’s kissing my bare skin again, starting at my neck and working his way down. Across my collarbone and down to my breasts, where he spends a little extra time sucking and nipping and building a feeling of complete euphoria within me. I never realized how much I missed skin-to-skin contact until now. Or maybe I never missed it at all until he came into my life.
He continues his descent, worshipping my naked body. And that’s exactly how it feels. Like he is worshipping me with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue.
“I’m going to taste this sweet pussy, but I’ve got all night to do that. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
He reaches for the condom he tossed on the bed earlier, ripping it open and sliding it down his impressive length. Hands on my knees, he spreads me wide as he lines up to my opening. My eyes are glued to where my body waits for him.
“Eyes on me, Bebe. I want to see you as you take every inch of me.”
When I snap my eyes to his, he starts to slide inside. Slowly. Deliciously slowly as my body opens and accepts him. Adjusts to his size. Molds around him. Welcomes the pressure of having him within me. Fuck, that’s good. I forgot how good.
“You okay?” he asks.
“So, so good.”
And that’s all he needs to hear as he slowly pulls out before pushing back in. Rhythmically. Slowly. Too slowly.
“Faster,” I encourage.
The expression on his face shifts, and he knows I’m fine. I can take it, and, more importantly, I want it.