Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I move to turn around and he stops me with a hand on my back.
“Admiring your legs in those sexy silver heels.”
I pull my hair up again. “There is a zipper back there.”
He lets out an eager hum. His fingers graze my neck as he finds the zipper, sending a lovely shiver over my skin. Cooler air drifts over my back as he slowly drags the zipper down to my waist.
I carefully ease the dress down and step out of it, draping it over the end of the dresser. Griff sucks in a breath. “No underwear?”
“Well, I was only planning to try on the dress for a minute or two.”
He rubs his hand over one cheek and gently squeezes. “I would’ve helped you take it off sooner.”
“I’m sure you would have.”
He works the clasp of my bra loose and I toss it near the dress. “Put your hands on the dresser.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I rest my palms on the flat surface. He skims his hands over my shoulders and down my sides.
“Missed you. I need to get reacquainted with your body.” He glides over my hips, his thumb grazing my butt. “Fuck, these heels are just the right height.”
I reach back and tug at the towel still knotted around his waist and encounter his erection. The towel drops to the floor with a soft whoosh. I curl my hand around him and stroke.
He hisses in a pleasure-mad breath. “Fuuuck. Thought I’d never get hard again after that fucking ice bath. And five seconds of looking at you and here we are.”
“I knew you’d be okay.”
One of his hands slides from my hip to between my legs, his palm scalding against my inner thigh. His fingers tease my opening, then slide higher, in torturously slow circles.
“You’re hot now,” I whisper.
He cups the back of my head and leans closer, crashing his lips against mine in a ravenous kiss that spins me into a vortex of need. He dips his fingers lower, pushing inside me.
I gasp and moan, inching my feet apart and pushing my hips against his hand, chasing my need for pleasure.
My legs tremble. “I need you.”
“But I wanted to take my time.” He kisses and sucks at my neck, increasing the ache at my center. I press my palms flat against the dresser again and arch my back. He slips his hand out, dragging my wetness along my stomach.
One of his hands tightens on my hip as he guides himself into me. “Is this what you want?” He nudges his cock against my opening, and I nod quickly. “So impatient,” he teases.
I can barely keep my eyes open from the intense pressure and pleasure of him squeezing inside me. But I watch him in the mirror. A thrill runs through me at the pure concentration and satisfaction on his face as he pushes all the way inside. For a second, he seems to stop breathing.
From scalp to toes, my body tingles. Heat throbs through my body, slowly centering to where we’re joined. He kisses and nips my neck. I push back against him and he lets out a tortured groan.
“Do that again,” he whispers.
So I do.
In the mirror I meet his eyes. I place one hand over his and drag it from my hip to between my legs.
“Yes,” he encourages. “Show me what you want.”
“Touch me.”
“You feel so good.” He moves his fingers in the slow, circular motion that drives me crazy. Then he slides in and out with a slow, rocking thrust. Over and over. His whole body vibrates from maintaining the slow pace.
“More,” I whisper.
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” he rasps. “I want you so fucking much.”
I meet his eyes in the mirror and clench around him. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
He moves faster, thrusting harder and harder. Relentless. His hands roam everywhere, sliding and squeezing. Sweat breaks out on my forehead.
The dresser starts to knock into the wall.
“Fuuuck!” He pulls out and captures me around the waist, hauling me to the bed.
“Griff!” I squeal and laugh as we fall onto it in a tangle.
He pushes up on his elbows, bringing himself into the center of the bed. “Come here. Get on top of me.”
I eagerly swing my leg over his hips and promptly get my shoe tangled in the sheet.
“Fuck!” He works to unbuckle my shoe so I can take it off. “Get on my cock. I’ll get your other shoe off.”
I giggle at the absurdity of my shoes causing so many problems, then groan as I sink onto him.
“Yes,” he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “That’s my girl.”
He finally works the other buckle loose and rips the shoe off, throwing it somewhere across the room.
“Please, I’m begging you, Muffin. Grind your hot little pussy down on my dick. Hard.”