Page 111 of The Goat in the Bedroom
“Oh, I will be. I promise,” he interrupted firmly. “You're strong and soft and powerful and feminine and I want you to wrap these incredible thighs around me and never let go.”
The raw want in his voice made me brave. When he moved back up my body, I did what he asked, wrapping my legs around him, using my strength to pull him closer.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yes. Just like that. Do you feel how perfect we fit?”
I did. For the first time in my life, I wasn't worried about being too much, too strong, too big. With Gryff, I was exactly enough.
“Tell me,” he said, pressing kisses along my jaw. “Tell me what you need.”
No one had ever asked me that before. Previous partners hadn't cared enough to check, or expected me to be the one to ask them. For me to be in charge of our pleasure. But not my Gryff. He waited, patient and attentive, until I found my voice.
He wanted to take care of me.
“Just... don't stop looking at me,” I said, feeling vulnerable admitting it, but telling him what I would make this better for us both. “I need to see you seeing me.”
His expression softened into something so tender it made my chest ache. “Artie, I couldn't look away if I tried. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
“Even when I'm?—“
“Especially when you're like this,” he interrupted, moving to kiss me deeply. “Open and trusting and mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed against his mouth, and felt him shudder.
We moved together slowly, relearning each other with this new context, this new meaning. Every touch felt weighted with significance. His fingers tangled with mine, holding tight like he was anchoring himself. Or maybe anchoring me. Maybe both.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he settled between my thighs, and the question felt important. Even though he knew I wanted this, wanted all of him, he still took care of me, asking for consent in the sexiest of ways.
“More than okay,” I assured him, pulling him down for another kiss. “Perfect.”
He laughed softly against my mouth. “You're perfect.”
Even now, even in this moment, we were still us. “Your face is perfect,” I managed, then gasped as he shifted against me, teasing, close but not close enough.
“Keep your legs around me,” he said, his hands gripping my thighs. “I want to feel how strong you are. Want you to hold me like you're never letting go.”
When he finally slid inside me, we both gasped. It was coming home and leaving earth at the same time. It was everything.
“I love you,” I told him, over and over, like a prayer.
“I love you,” he answered, like a promise.
We moved together, slow and deep and intense, eyes locked, hands clasped, hearts hammering in sync. My thighs tightened around him, and he groaned my name like it was the only word he knew.
“That's it,” he encouraged. “Use your strength. Show me what that incredible body can do.”
When I got close, he slowed down, drawing it out.
“Gryff, please?—“
“I've got you,” he promised. “I've always got you.”
And when I finally fell apart, he was there to catch me, following me over with my name on his lips like he never wanted to forget this moment.
I certainly never would. Every touch, every sigh, every single second would be painted on my heart, my body, my soul for the rest of our lives.
I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE
GRYFF
