Part 7 (2/2)

”Yeah, but that wasn't all of you.” His fingers dipped farther between her legs. ”Your jeans are damp,” he said, his voice low, husky. ”And warm.” His mouth moved down her stomach, dropping kisses along the way. ”That must mean you're really wet.”

”I am definitely really wet.”

Resting his chin on her mound, he looked between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s at her face. ”I think...” He unfastened the b.u.t.ton on her waistband. ”I should make sure.”

She liked that he wanted to play. ”On one condition.”

The zipper slid down an inch. ”What's that?”

”Take off your s.h.i.+rt. I need to touch skin.”

He slid the zipper the rest of the way down and kissed the exposed skin before he rose to his knees. Gripping the bottom of his T-s.h.i.+rt, he yanked it over his head and tossed it to land on her bra.

All those lean muscles had to be touched. Holding herself up with one hand, she ran the other one over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Touching the hard bulge behind his fly sent fresh desire coursing through her body again. Despite having two powerful o.r.g.a.s.ms, she still wanted more.

She wanted him...as deep inside her as he could get.

She managed to unfasten the snap on his jeans before he covered her hand with his. ”I'm not through exploring you.”

Exploring. G.o.d, that sounded so s.e.xy. More cream oozed from her channel. ”We can explore each other at the same time.”

Griff shook his head. ”Ladies first.”

She couldn't argue with his logic. Emma lay back on the bed, her wrists next to her head.

He looked at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for long seconds before he leaned over and swiped his tongue across each tip. After giving her mouth another head-whirling kiss, he dragged his tongue down the center of her body. He stopped to swirl it around her navel, then continued his journey. He nipped the soft skin of her belly.

Emma curled her hands into fists. Every body part below her waist throbbed and clenched. She needed a hard c.o.c.k inside her p.u.s.s.y now.

Griff grasped the waistband of her jeans. ”Lift your hips.”

She obeyed him without hesitation. Her jeans disappeared over the side of the bed. She lay before him in nothing but a tiny, white thong.

”Jesus, you're beautiful.”

He kissed her mound through the nylon. Pus.h.i.+ng her thighs farther apart, he nuzzled her p.u.s.s.y while he inhaled deeply. Another nip, this time on the inside of her thigh.

Emma couldn't stand it any longer. She felt as if her body was on fire and only Griff pounding into her p.u.s.s.y would quench the flames. ”Griff, f.u.c.k me!”

He stared into her eyes while he nibbled on the inside of her other thigh. ”You don't like my mouth on you?”

”I love your mouth on me, but I need your c.o.c.k inside me. Please!”

Leaning over her, he braced himself on his hands, elbows locked. ”I told you I'm not through exploring you.”

”Exploring, h.e.l.l.” She jerked on his arms, causing him to fall on top of her. With one quick push, she had him on his back. Before he could make a move, she straddled his thighs. ”It's time for action.”

Griff knew he could easily overpower Emma and take back control. Instead, he lay still and waited to see what she would do next...although he had a pretty good idea.

It didn't surprise him when she yanked down the zipper on his jeans or when she tugged down the front of his briefs to free his d.i.c.k. He saw her throat work as she swallowed. Her gaze s.h.i.+fted to his face for barely a moment before she looked back at his rod. She wrapped one hand around the base, one beneath his b.a.l.l.s, and gently squeezed.

Griff hissed in a breath between his teeth. ”Oh f.u.c.k!”

”Oh definitely.”

She didn't bother to move from him and take off her thong. Pulling it to the side, she positioned his c.o.c.k at her entrance and sank down on it.

He groaned and so did she. Her p.u.s.s.y was hot and tight, slick with her cream. Griff gripped her waist and arched his hips, driving his d.i.c.k even farther inside her.

She propped her hands on his chest. ”You feel perfect.”

”So do you.”

She dug her fingernails into his pecs. The little bite of pain only made him want her more. Tightening his hold on her waist, he lifted her until only the head of his c.o.c.k remained buried in her warmth. He slowly guided her back down. Emma picked up his pace, moving a bit faster every time he pumped into her.

The crotch of Emma's panties slid over, hampering his movement. She pushed it aside again, but it slid back in only moments. With a disgusted huff, she let his shaft slip out of her and climbed off the bed. The thong landed on the floor. Before she returned to the bed, Griff pushed his jeans and briefs past his thighs. Emma took over for him, pulling them and his socks off and dropping them on top of her thong.

”Much better.” She turned on the lamp by the bed before once more straddling his hips. Holding his c.o.c.k straight up, she impaled herself. ”Oh yes, much better.”

Griff agreed. Now nothing got in the way of his thrusts. Emma quickened the pace, her pretty b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing with her movements. Unable to resist the lure of her hard nipples, he pulled her down and lifted his head. He growled low in his throat as he tugged one tip into his mouth.

”G.o.d, that feels so good.” Emma stilled when Griff sucked harder. ”You have a wicked mouth.”

He reluctantly released her nipple and kissed the side of her breast. ”I haven't done nearly all the things with my mouth that I want to.”

Her breath hitched. He liked that little sign of her desire.

She circled his lips with a fingertip. ”What else do you want to do with your mouth?”

”Shall I show you?”

She shook her head. ”Later. Right now I need to f.u.c.k you.”

Blood surged into his c.o.c.k. He loved how Emma wasn't afraid to tell him what she wanted. Jana had never done that, leaving their lovemaking up to him. Although she'd usually climaxed, he'd always wished she'd been more...vocal, more willing to open up and talk to him.

Pus.h.i.+ng Jana from his mind, Griff concentrated on the beautiful, s.e.xy woman on top of him. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, as she rode him. She cradled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her thumbs caressed her nipples. Her slick walls cus.h.i.+oned his shaft, the feminine lips gripping him every time she rose as if her body didn't want to ever let him go.

She propped her hands on his chest again. Perspiration covered her skin, making it appear dewy in the dim light from the lamp. Her blue eyes looked luminescent as they stared into his.

”I'm going to come,” she whispered. ”Come with me.”

Gripping her hips, Griff pumped harder, faster. She dug her fingernails into his chest again as her body trembled.

The contractions milking his d.i.c.k sent Griff over the edge with her. His b.a.l.l.s tightened with the most powerful climax he'd had in a very long time.

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