Page 31 of Tan Lines & Trouble
I give him a soft smile before turning and moving back onto my knees. He presses his palm between my shoulder blades. "Lay your head on the pillows and put that pretty ass of yours in the air for me."
Something about the position feels so dirty, the way I'm on display for him, and when he reaches between my legs and spreads me wide open, I can't help the wiggle in my hips.
"You're so beautiful. So pink and pretty and wet. Just waiting for me to fill you up, aren't you?"
"Yes, please," I whimper, desperate for him to satisfy this aching hunger that's pulsing inside of me.
"You want me to make you feel good?"
Nodding, I push my hips back toward him and moan when I feel the blunt head of his dick prod at my entrance.
"I want your words Blue." He gathers my hair with one hand and glides the other over my spine. "Tell me you want this."
"God, yes. I want it, I want you. I want you to fuck me so hard I don't even know what day it is."
Without another word, he reaches back between my legs and slams his dick into me, seating himself full in a single thrust. "So damn tight," he groans, rocking into me.
"Please, Griff," I beg, "please."
"I've got you baby doll," he murmurs before cracking his palm against my ass. The unexpected burst of pain only serves to fuel my desire as he fucks me from behind. "You feel like a dream, so good."
"Harder. More." My words slur from the pleasure pumping through me. And when he reaches around me and pinches my clit, I nearly see stars. "So close."
"Gonna get you there baby," is all he says before pressing his thumb against my asshole. I freeze at the foreign feeling, causing Griffin to slow his pace. "I've got you, Blue. Just relax and let me make you feel good, okay?"
I will my muscles to unclench and nod, which is seemingly all the encouragement he needs as he starts fucking me hard and fast.
He uses the fingers on his right hand to strum my clit like he's playing the chords to his favorite song while he massages my asshole with his left thumb.
In the blink of an eye, the weirdness melts away into soul-shattering pleasure, and I find myself pushing back against him until he's fucking me there too, pumping in time with his cock and still playing with my clit.
He's a master sculptor, molding my body, until I'm nothing more than a panting, shivering, restless, desperate ball of need.
"I want you to come, Blue. I want to feel your pussy grip my cock and I want to fill you right the fuck up until I'm dripping out of you."
"Yes, yes, yes," I repeat single word like a prayer, like he's a god and I'm all too eager to worship at his altar.
Griffin grunts as my pussy begins to flutter around him, and then he shifts his position behind me ever so slightly, sending him deeper than before. So deep, I swear, I see stars. I see universes, whole galaxies being formed as my orgasm barrels into me.
"Fuck, Griff!" I scream his name and as if on cue, he growls out a curse and his cock pulses inside of me as he fills me with his release.
I collapse in a heap against the bed, sweaty and spent and oh so sated. Anxiety tries to rob me of my post-orgasmic state, but Griffin leans in and presses a soft kiss to my neck before gently sliding out of me. "That was amazing baby doll. You're amazing."
He pads into the bathroom and returns moments later with a damp washcloth. I reach for it, but he ignores my outstretched hand and wipes between my legs himself. "Guess it's a little late for the talk, huh?"
My cheeks heat, because honestly, he rendered me so dumb, it never even occurred to me. "I'm clean, and on birth control. Shots."
"Me too."
I arch a brow and we both laugh.
"Clean I mean. I've never had sex without protection. You...um...were the first."
Pride and honor spark to life inside of me. "Same," I murmur sleepily as I roll on my side to face him. He's standing next to the bed, his dick still semi hard.
"Good." He nods once. "Now, let's get you cleaned up for real and we can nap."
"Mm, okay."
