Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I didn’t say any of those things, though. Instead I took the towel off and walked over to him. I moved to straddle his lap, and Griff automatically sat farther back on the bed to make room for me. I had my knees on the mattress, my ass against the rough denim of his jeans. My arms wrapped around him, one of my hands in his hair, before I leaned down and rubbed my cheek against his dark scruff.
“It’s…hard for me. I didn’t have real good examples of love when I was growing up. I’ve never been close to my parents. I always had what I needed physically, but they just…they weren’t the kind of parents who hugged or kissed or said I love you, not to each other or me. I didn’t really know how to show love until…”
“Until Doug,” Griff finished for me.
And then I lost him, only he was still there too, and I hadn’t wanted to open myself up for all that again. Until now. “I’m sorry.”
“You can’t change your past…but the future, the present, those are up to you.”
Leaning back slightly, I looked at him. There was more Griff needed to say. It was there in the slight downturn of his lips and the dimness in his eyes, but he didn’t. Instead he ran his hands up and down my back, before settling on my ass.
He said, “You make me crazy, you know that? Like I spent most of my life sleeping until you came in and woke me up. How does that work? How do you feel someone inside you in ways you don’t with anyone else?”
I didn’t know, but I felt the same with him.
“I need you.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, then his neck. “I need you.” I slid down to the floor until I knelt between his legs. My lips moved over the skin of Griff’s chest, down his abs, before I pushed him back so he was leaning on his elbows.
My fingers fumbled the button and zipper on his jeans, and Griffin let me maneuver him until I got his jeans and underwear off. His eyes didn’t stray from me as I leaned forward and kissed his sac. “I like your balls too.”
He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up. Is that gonna be something else I never live down?”
“It’s something I never want you to forget—how much you like playing with my nuts. Maybe you like it so much, I’ll wake up with your tongue on my sac every day. You’ll nuzzle down between my legs and make a little home there.”
“Jesus Christ.” Griffin thrust his hips gently. He was rock hard, his cock fat and tall and proud. “I love it when you talk to me like that.”
I stroked his shaft, licked the pearl of precome from his slit. “Maybe you’ll like it when I tell you I need you. That I want this thick piece of meat to split me open, to own my hole. Show me how much you want me, Griff. Take what’s yours.”
A deep growl was my response as Griff grabbed me and pulled me toward him. We kissed and rolled around on the bed until I had my head on the pillows and Griff was on top of me.
His mouth left mine and went to my nipple. “I think you did this just for me. It’s my favorite toy.”
“What about my balls?” He answered with a nip of his teeth to my piercing that made me arch off the bed. “Fuck yes.”
We kissed again, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, moan-swallowing kisses. Griff circled his hips, making his cock rub against mine. I ached, I was so hard for him, wanting him everywhere at once, needing everything at once.
“Roll over,” he gritted out but didn’t give me time to do it myself. He flipped me so I was on my stomach, and his hands went to the globes of my ass, kneaded them. “Fuck…I want you. So damn bad, but…”
I stilled beneath him, looking over my shoulder. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. If this isn’t what you want, or you’re not ready, or—”
“I want you. I want you so damn bad, it’s killing me. I just—shit, this probably sounds stupid, but I spent my whole life doing the fucking, and it never felt like being with you does. What if I’m just not cut out for it the other way, or not good at it, or this somehow screws up what it’s like between us?”
Jesus, this man was going to fucking wreck me. “You’ll be good at it. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. I’m sure you left all your other lovers satisfied.” He nodded, and jealousy burned through me. Damn, I hated the idea of Griff with anyone else but me. “It won’t be the same simply because it’s us and we’re different together, which can only make it better, but if you want to hold off, we hold off. Sex is supposed to be what we both want.”