Fine in Lingerie (Lingerie 11)

I stepped inside and set my bag on the hardwood floor next to the door. In the darkness, she moved toward me. Dressed in nothing but my t-shirt, she moved into my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thank God you’re home.”

God had nothing to do with it. I walked through that door because nothing was going to stop me from coming back to her. I scooped her into my arms so we could be at eye level with each other. Her soft hair formed a curtain across half of her face, the strands grazing against my neck with their gentle touch. My large hands felt her ass cheeks, the soft pieces of muscle I loved to spank. “I promised I would come back, baby. You know I keep my promises.” I kicked the door shut behind me and didn’t worry about locking it. With me in the house, there was nothing that could bother either one of us.

“I missed you…”

“I know, baby.” I carried her down the hallway and into our bedroom, feeling my woman shake in my arms. She’d counted down the hours until I returned, stayed up late at night because she couldn’t stop worrying about me. She didn’t need a man to be happy, but I was an exception. She needed me for everything, from protection to love. She allowed me to take care of her because I was the only man qualified for the job. “I’m here now.” I dropped her onto the bed then moved to pull her panties down her legs.

But she wasn’t wearing any.

She undid my jeans and pushed them down with my boxers, getting them over my ass but not any farther. She didn’t remove her t-shirt but pulled it up around her waist so I could move between her legs. She grabbed my hips and yanked on me hard, pulling my length inside her.

She gasped when she felt me, like she somehow forgot how I felt.

I held myself on top of her, my jeans below my ass and my shirt pulled up to my waist. We were both still partially clothed, but undressing seemed to be too much effort. I held her gaze as my cock felt her, was welcomed by the overwhelming wetness between her legs. She was ready for me long before I walked in the front door. Without telling me how she felt about me, she showed me she loved me every day. With tears in her eyes and desperation in her fingertips, she acted like it’d been three months since she’d seen me last, like this was the first time she was getting me back. Our love was so intense, it was almost too much for me to handle. But she was the kind of woman who could handle anything—even me.

Her hand slid up the back of my neck and into my hair as her legs wrapped around my waist, securing me inside her. “Griffin.” She spoke into my mouth, begging me to never leave her again. Her lips touched mine, but she didn’t kiss me. “I can’t do it again…”

I settled between her legs then started to move, surrounded by the slick arousal that coated my dick. “Yes, you can. I know you can.”

“No.” She held onto my shoulder and moved with me, her hips shifting as she took my length over and over. “I missed you so much…I couldn’t sleep. I worried the whole time.”

“I know, baby. I could feel it.” I could feel her turmoil even when we were thousands of miles apart. I brushed my lips across hers before I finally kissed her. “But we can do it one more time. One more time and it’ll be over.”

“Two more times…” She stopped moving and looked me in the eye. “I know you’re going to talk with the Skull Kings.”

Her father had obviously told her. I’d been waiting, wanting to tell her the truth at the last minute. “We’ll get through that too.”

She growled in my face, a weak sound because she couldn’t mask the pleasure between her legs. “You better marry me when all of this is over. Because that’s what I want…to live in a nice house in the middle of nowhere…just us and our family.” Her fingers grazed my hair, lightly fisting it as she took my big dick with ease.

I stopped thrusting so I could look down at her, seeing her beautiful hair cascade around her. With bright eyes and a seductive part to her mouth, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She hid her thoughts from the rest of the world, but with me, she wore her heart on her sleeve. She didn’t just want me, she demanded me. She wasn’t afraid to tell me what she wanted, unashamed to love me with all of her heart. “You bet your ass, I will.”