Page 57 of Crash
She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and looked into the mesmerizing green of Griffin’s eyes. They seemed to change colors depending on his mood. Right now, they seemed darker. His pupils were wide, nearly drowning out the green.
How could anything be wrong with this mountain of a man holding me?
She pressed a kiss to his lips, relishing in his surprise at her making the first move. He returned the gesture in kind.
Quynh unbuckled her seatbelt without breaking their kiss and climbed into his lap. She wore a sundress today because of the unseasonably warm weather.
Griffin’s hands gripped her hips as she settled her weight in his lap. The hard bulge beneath his jeans rubbed against her damp panties. Quynh nearly groaned in frustration, belatedly thinking she should have skipped the underwear again. It hadn’t seemed appropriate to visit her father sans underwear, but now she wished she’d left it behind.
It would make things a lot easier for them if she didn’t have underwear on right now.
Her hands gripped the back of his head desperately. She needed to get closer to him.
She broke the kiss and tugged at the button of his jeans. Griffin halted her movement with a large palm over her hands.
“You sure, sunshine?”
Am I sure? Yes. Am I okay? No.
She was so far from okay. But, right now, she wanted just one moment to herself. A single moment where herworld wasn’t falling apart around her. She deserved just one moment.
“I need you.” She never meant anything more. She needed him like her next breath. Quynh couldn’t imagine being alone right now. Griffin’s quiet strength kept her from falling apart completely.
“Take what you need, sunshine.” Griffin sat back on the bench while her eyes roamed over his magnificent physique.
Will I ever get tired of looking at him?
It didn’t matter. She knew exactly what would make her forget the last hour.
She was sitting on it.
Her hands were no longer shaking. This time, she unbuttoned his jeans without struggling. She was careful to work the zipper over his impressive bulge. Quynh bit down on her lip as the tip of his cock poked above the waistband of his briefs. His tip was already slick with his arousal.
She hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was already so hard for her. Bolstered by his eager response, Quynh tugged his boxers down. Her lips parted as his cock bobbed between them. Griffin’s hands on her hips tightened briefly.
Slowly, she reached a hand to grip him experimentally. She bit her lip at Griffin’s groan. It sounded like he was in pain, but one glance at his tightened expressionconfirmed his desire. She couldn’t wrap her hand around the thick length as she moved her hand from the tip to the base.
Griffin’s hips bucked involuntarily at her movement.
“Fuck. That feels good, sunshine.”
She couldn’t remember the last time she gave a hand job. It never appealed to her before. But watching the look of satisfaction cross Griffin’s face made her want to try it. Another time, perhaps. Right now, she needed to feel his thick cock inside of her desperately. The thin line between pain and pleasure at how he stretched her wide open was addictive. She needed to lose herself to him.
She bent her head and spit on his cock. Quynh rubbed her spit around the head of his cock.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Griffin’s low growl made her pussy clench in response. She was so wet, her arousal was dripping onto her thighs.
Sitting back on his thighs, she tugged off her panties. He held her steady as she tossed the offending garment over her shoulder. Hands on his shoulder, she hovered over the tip of his cock, sliding her hips back and forth, making them both groan at the torturous contact.
“Quynh.” Griffin’s groan made her shiver. His threat was clear. If she didn’t put them both out of their misery soon, he’d take over. Normally, she wouldn’t mind if he took the reins, but she needed to be in control this time.
She reached a hand down to grip the base of his cock,holding him steady at her entrance as she bore down on him.
Griffin’s hiss fortified her as she impaled herself on his hard length. At this angle, he was deeper than he was before. She groaned at the fullness of having him fully buried to the hilt inside of her.
She gave herself a few seconds to accommodate the delicious stretch, rocking her hips experimentally as she found the angle that made her toes curl. With Griffin’s grip on her hips, they set a sizzling pace, both desperate to reach the finish line.
Her skin was on fire. Sweat dripped around her hairline as she leaned further back, hips grinding into his as he brought his hips up to meet her eager thrusts. One hand braced on his thigh while the other squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple.
