Page 102 of Accidental Husband
I want everything.
Griff scrapes his teeth against my ear. "I love the way you moan." He rocks his hips, pressing his hard-on against my ass. "It's so fucking sexy."
My response is a groan.
"You're driving me out of my fucking mind," he murmurs into my neck.
I rub my ass against him. Guide his hand into place.
The vibration is intense. A lot more intense than my hand. It's not better, exactly, but it's stronger.
He drags his hand up my stomach, between my breasts, over the neckline of my dress.
He pushes the dress aside. Then my bra cup.
My breast spills from the lingerie.
I'm on display for the entire city.
It's so fucking hot.
He's so fucking hot.
I close my eyes. Press my neck into his lips. Push my chest against his hand.
He draws circles around my nipple with his thumb. Lightly. Then harder and harder and—
"Don't stop." I grind my ass against his cock.
He groans into my neck.
I guide his hand into place.
He winds me tighter and tighter.
It's intense. Almost too much to take. But I still need more. I need everything.
He sucks on my skin as he winds me tighter.
Bit by bit, my thoughts slip away. I forget about tomorrow and Jackson and my scarred thighs and all those nights when I considered telling Griff.
I surrender to the bliss overtaking my body.
To his deep groans and his soft lips and his skilled hands.
He plays with my breasts.
He holds the toy against my clit.
I rock against it.
Fuck, it's intense.
"Griff." I squeeze the railing.
He scrapes his teeth against my neck.
He winds me tighter and tighter.
