beneath his touch. Hot mouth. Wicked tongue. Devious teeth.
He licks his way down to my hips, the force of his tongue relentless as he slowly, steadily works inch by inch down my body. My fingers curl by my sides, but when I can’t stand it anymore, I grasp his hair and tug on the roots.
My entire body trembles as the heat of his breath licks against my folds. When did he get… Ahhh. All thought stops as he buries his mouth between my legs.
The scrape of his scruffy beard burns, but I don’t care. Awash in pleasure, he ravishes my pussy with the determination of a man on a mission. Plundering. Conquering. He assaults my senses, building the rhythm that drags me up, up, and up. My entire body catches fire, heat everywhere, as he licks faster and probes deeper with that wicked tongue.
“You taste like heaven.” His hot breath sears my skin.
Strung out and panting, I’m unable to respond. My body jolts as a sizzling wave breaks over me.
Breaths erratic.
Pulse racing.
The first wave of my orgasm crashes over me as I scream. Raw, sexual heat washes through me, surging within me, as tears swarm in my eyes. My fingers dig into his scalp as he licks and laps me all the way through a merciless orgasm.
“Griff—that was…”
He gathers me in his arms. My legs are shaky and weak, and I don’t protest him carrying me to bed. As I recover my senses, he divests himself of his clothes and notches the head of his cock against my folds.
“I love you, Moira Stone.” He professes his love with his words and his body. Griff thrusts deep, burying himself to the root as my body twitches with the lingering sparks of my orgasm.
Griff stabs past my opening, pushing deep, driving hard with his hips as he takes me. A strangled groan sounds in the back of my throat as a new orgasm builds. He rocks against me, taking what he wants, picking up speed, as I hang on the best I can.
His grunts sound in my ears. The determination of a man with one singular purpose. He ravages my body, fucking me like an animal. He spreads me wide, pushing my legs as far apart as he can if only to bury himself deeper. He braces over me, not subjecting me to his full weight, but that leaves one hand free. That hand is everywhere, stroking, grasping, pinching, and mauling my breasts.
Wet for him, he glides in and out with slippery, wet strokes, building a rhythm that ignites my body for a second time. I writhe in the most delicious agony beneath him as he moves. A study in perfection and determination, he’s fully engaged, but it’s more than seeking a physical release.
Physically and emotionally, Griff fucks me like a madman and makes love to me with all the passion of his soul. I feel him everywhere. On top of me. Inside of me. He’s burrowing under my skin, taking up residence inside my heart, and delving deep into my core.
“Goddamn, Moira, what you do to me is sinful.” He deepens the fevered kisses on my neck as he buries deeper, stretching me to fit his cock. His passion renders me helpless, but I’ve never felt more in control.
I choose this.
I choose him.
My body jerks with the frantic thrusting of his hips.
“Christ, you’re tight. Perfect for me. Hot. Wet. Are you close?”
“Yes.” My fingers claw at his back as my pussy clenches around his cock.
His mouth melds with mine, grinding with maddening pressure as his hips move his pelvis against mine. He fists my hair and plunges mercilessly as he groans with the buildup of his release. My insides burn. My nerves sizzle. My skin heats as my entire body shakes. Faster and faster, he moves as pleasure sparks within me.
Our gasps mingle, twisting together. The frantic pace of his thrusts slows, and he rocks his hips differently. Slow, methodical, it’s also reverent and surreal. The drag of his cock sliding out sends sparks shooting.
His body shakes. His chest heaves. I break upon him, crying out as another orgasm washes over me. He follows right behind me.
I place the back of my hand to my forehead.
“I think I just died a little there.”
He nuzzles my neck. “You look pretty alive to me.”
“Only because I have you.” I loop my arms around his neck and meet his mouth with mine. “I want to stay here forever.”
Griff rolls to his back beside me.