Page 46 of Crash
His last coherent thought as they lay there drifted through his sex-addled brain.
He could get used to this.
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GRIFFIN
Griffin’s heavy weight on top of her was a welcome sensation, grounding her in reality while providing her with a sense of comfort she had never experienced before. Thankfully, her ever-present and swirling thoughts were quiet for what seemed like the first time all day.
She could get used to this.
This, of course, meant the sense of belonging. Even if it was short-lived, it was such a nice feeling. The orgasms were a perk, obviously.
But lying here, with Griffin’s giant body pinning her down like a human weighted blanket, she felt safe. Cherished. Loved.
Loved?
It was way too soon for it, but she imagined this was it.
Their bodies moved together in a sensual rhythm, a timeless dance of desire and passion. It was as if theirbodies were magnetically drawn together, each curve and angle complementing the other. His hardness to her softness. Like yin and yang, or two missing puzzle pieces needed to complete the picture.
Griffin’s softening cock slipped out of her body. The telltale sensation of his cum trickling out of her was new. She never had sex without condoms before Griffin. The mere thought of his cum inside of her drove her to the brink of orgasm.
Do I have a breeding kink I wasn’t aware of?
She’d have to find some new romance books with breeding kinks to explore the next time she went to the bookstore.
Griffin groaned as he lifted his head from the crook of her shoulder.
“You okay?”
His husky voice sent shivers through her body. There was no way she could go another round.
Griffin kissed her softly on her forehead, bringing her attention back to the present.
“I’m fine.” Her hands continued their stroking motion against his firm back.
She nearly groaned in frustration when he lifted himself to look down at her.
“Just fine?” His eyebrow quirked in question.
“Better than fine,” she amended with a smile.
“Oof, tough crowd.”
Shelaughed as he pushed off of her, his cock slipping completely free. She hurriedly squeezed her thighs together as he heaved himself out of the bed.
Well, this was awkward.
How am I supposed to take care of the mess and not leave a trail behind?
Griffin disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. She heard the sink run as she contemplated her options. His cum continued to leak out of her.
Jesus, how much more of this stuff is inside of me?
Griffin returned with a damp washcloth in hand just as she contemplated doing an awkward waddle to grab her discarded underwear, unabashedly naked as the day he was born.
He sat down on the bed and gently pried her thighs open. Carefully, he used the damp washcloth and cleaned her. He kept his touch tender, yet she still flinched when the rough fabric grazed her oversensitized clit. She always took care of the cleanup alone. This was a first for her. She relaxed into the bed and let him take care of her.
