Part 11 (1/2)

She could feel his rod jerking inside her pa.s.sage as he came. His o.r.g.a.s.m set off another one in her body...less intense, but still powerful enough to steal her breath.

Emma rose up on her elbows. She quickly collapsed again when Griff pulled his c.o.c.k from her p.u.s.s.y and started licking her tender flesh. He flashed his tongue over every part of her, lapping up his c.u.m along with her cream.

Griff was the first man she'd had s.e.x with since she was seventeen who didn't use a condom. She thought his licking his c.u.m from her was the s.e.xiest thing a man had ever done to her.

She looked at him over her shoulder. His eyes were closed, a look of bliss on his face. He obviously loved what he was doing. So did she, but she wanted more.

”Lick my a.s.shole.”

His eyes popped open. The surprise on his face proved he wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly. ”What?”

”I love when a man licks my a.s.shole.”

Surprise changed to l.u.s.t in a second. Spreading her cheeks wide, he gave her a.n.u.s a long, slow lick. His moan vibrated against the sensitive flesh.

”Yeah,” she said, low and husky. ”Just like that.”

He closed his eyes again as he moved his tongue more firmly over her a.n.u.s. Emma reached back and caressed his face, encouraging him to continue. He nipped the side of her hand, then returned his mouth to her and drove his tongue into her a.s.s.

”Oh yes, keep doing that. f.u.c.k my a.s.s with your tongue.”

He alternated between licking her a.n.u.s and tongue-f.u.c.king it. Emma lifted her a.s.s higher, wanting him to go even deeper. Griff obeyed her silent request and f.u.c.ked her a.s.s even faster. Another o.r.g.a.s.m loomed, right there with only a little more help.

She got it when Griff pinched her c.l.i.t. Emma threw back her head and keened.

She was still trying to catch her breath when Griff rolled her over, picked her up and climbed out of the tub. He stopped long enough to hit the switch that would close the walls, then continued on to the laundry room. He set her on her feet close to the dryer, opened a cabinet and removed two large towels. After handing one to her, he swiped the other over his body.

Emma noticed his hard shaft bobbing with each of his movements. Although he'd made her come twice more after his o.r.g.a.s.m, he hadn't come again.

That little oversight needed to be corrected.

He tossed his damp towel over a short clothesline. ”I don't have champagne, but I do have wine. Would you like a gla.s.s?”

Her head still buzzed pleasantly from the wine she'd drunk earlier. A little stronger buzz wouldn't hurt a thing. ”Yes, please.” She hung her towel next to his, then kissed him softly. ”I'll meet you in the bedroom.”

She'd barely gotten the covers pulled back and the pillows arranged when Griff came in the room, carrying two gla.s.ses of blush wine.

”Hope white zin is okay.” He handed a gla.s.s to Emma and climbed on the bed next to her. ”Mom likes it, so I keep it in the fridge all the time.”

”It's fine.”

She looked at Griff as she took a sip of the cold wine. His c.o.c.k had softened a bit while he got their drinks, but still hung thick and impressive between his thighs. She had no doubt it would quickly get hard again with a little coaxing from her.

After taking one more sip of wine, she set the gla.s.s on the nightstand. ”Are you ready for your surprise?”

The mention of his surprise had his rod standing up and taking notice. She reached out and ran the tip of one finger down his length. ”I guess this means you are.”

Emma leaned over her side of the bed and pulled out the tote bag she'd hidden there. Rising to her knees, she placed the bag in front of her. ”I went by Kelcey's house today to check my mail and get some more clothes. While I was there, I decided to bring some things to play with.” She reached into the bag and pulled out a large, flesh-colored d.i.l.d.o. ”This is one of my favorite toys.”

Griff's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. ”What else is in that bag?”

She laid the d.i.l.d.o on the bed and took out the rest of her items-a bottle of gel lubricant, a b.u.t.t plug, a fingertip vibrator, two pairs of padded handcuffs, and two erotic romance books. She held up one of the books so Griff could see the naked couple on the cover. ”I love to read, the s.e.xier the better.”

He picked up the handcuffs and examined them before looking back at her. ”You use these?”

”Sometimes.”

”Who's handcuffed-you or your lover?”

Emma shrugged. ”Depends on how I feel at the time.” She leaned forward until her nipples brushed his chest. ”Ever been handcuffed to the bed, Griff?”

”No,” he said, his voice rough.

She swiped her tongue across his lips. ”Do you want to be?”

”Jesus, Emma.”

”I'll take that as a yes.”

She gathered up all her play items-except for the handcuffs-and laid them on the nightstand next to her winegla.s.s. ”Move to the middle of the bed and get comfortable.”

He did as she said, stuffing a pillow behind his back and half reclining on the bed. Straddling his hips, she snapped one of the handcuffs on his wrist and stretched his arm over his head. She attached the other end of the cuff to the newel post on the headboard. After repeating the action with his other wrist, she scooted back on his legs so she could examine what she'd done. Sweat beaded his forehead and upper lip. His c.o.c.k was as hard as a two-by-four. l.u.s.t burned so hotly in his eyes, she could almost feel the heat.

She ran her hands over his knees and up his thighs to his hips. ”Now we get to have some fun.”

What Emma called fun, Griff called torture. He lay on the bed, his body tensed and sweating, while she ran her tongue across his skin. She licked where his thighs met his groin, circled around his navel, laved each nipple. At no time did she come near his c.o.c.k, the place where he longed for her touch the most.

He didn't know why he'd agreed to the handcuffs. It had seemed like something naughty, a little forbidden...and very s.e.xy.

Something he'd never done with Jana.

Pus.h.i.+ng his late wife from his mind, he concentrated on the gorgeous woman pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to his chest while she nibbled on his neck. She stayed on her knees, so her p.u.s.s.y was mere inches from his d.i.c.k. If he arched his hips, he might be able to get inside her...

She lowered her hips until her hot, wet p.u.s.s.y cus.h.i.+oned his shaft. Griff hissed. He closed his eyes to better absorb the pleasure of her flesh against his. She moved back and forth, rubbing her l.a.b.i.a over his c.o.c.k. He clenched his fists, desperately wis.h.i.+ng he could touch her.

”Unfasten the cuffs.”

That wicked grin told him her answer before she said anything. ”Not yet.”

”I want to touch you.”

She laid her hands on his chest. ”After I'm through touching you.”

Her thumbs pa.s.sed over his nipples. Griff hissed again. He arched his hips, trying to get inside her. No matter how he moved, she moved with him and kept that sweet p.u.s.s.y on top of his c.o.c.k.

”Emma, you're killing me.”