“And I especially love this…” Arousal roughening his voice to sandpaper, he slid through her slick juices. “How wet and ultrasensitive you are. I bet you could come even if I barely touch you.” Testing his hypothesis, he lifted his finger and just grazed the hood of her clit.
She swiveled her hips in a frantic plea, the feather-light contact both frustrating and thrilling. “Griff, please.”
“Please what?” His tone held a sexy, teasing edge. “Buzz your pretty little clit with the vibrator until your pussy is soaking and you’re dying to come? Is that what you want?”
Hearing his naughty question almost hurtled her over the stratosphere into orgasm. She didn’t know what turned her on more. Griff talking dirty or the idea of him actually carrying through with his suggestion. “Y—you want to do that to me?”
“More than you could imagine, baby.”
She bit her lip. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Not even alone?”
“I don’t own a vibrator, if that answers your question.”
Griff shifted, coaxing her legs to fall between his. He scooted backward, causing the mattress to dip and creak. She glanced over her shoulder. Apparently attuned to her hesitancy, he patted the bedspread, his eyes dancing with carnal wickedness. “C’mere.”
Her heart racing from nervous excitement, she scooched onto her rear and arranged the towel to safeguard the beautiful silk coverlet from any messy happenstances. She wiggled onto the plush terrycloth and attempted to adopt a pose that fell somewhere between virginal-maiden and do-me-like-a-shameless-slut. Griff’s scorching stare bolstered her confidence, and she floated her fingertips over her breasts, stoking her arousal. And Griff’s, if the dilating of his pupils was any indication. He groped blindly for the vibrator.
“Wait.” She played with her taut nipples and watched his nostrils flare. “Take your clothes off first.”
He didn’t balk at the command. If anything, he broke every land record stripping off his T-shirt, jeans and boxer briefs. His thick shaft jutted toward his muscled abdomen, the head engorged and rosy. She hummed in happy contentment. “Stan really is the most scrumptious cock ever.”
The appendage in question lengthened even more, and he groaned before dropping onto his elbows and claiming her lips in a ravenous kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth, stealing what little was left of her sanity. Everything else faded into nothingness. Clarissa. Nettie and the zombies. Gone. Her entire world crystallized into the man looming above her. She clutched his arms, her fingers sinking into the tensile strength of his biceps before wandering toward his chest. Encountering the firmness of his pecs, she changed course and headed due south. Apparently clued in to her intention, Griff broke the kiss and inched backward, angling his cock out of reach. He nipped her bottom lip in warning. “No way, sweetheart. Right now it’s all about you.”
She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and heaved a dramatic sigh. “Only for you will I sacrifice myself to the battery-operated wiliness of Vinnie the vibrator.”
“You really have a thing for naming dicks, don’t you?”
Her laugh was cut short by the sudden pulsing of the vibe on her inner thigh. Griff leisurely stroked the device along her skin, painting condensed figure eights closer and closer to the end destination. She spread her legs and strained her hips upward in desperate enticement.
He didn’t take the bait. Instead, the vibrator swirled in a wide arc, sweeping lightly over the crease where her thigh and groin intersected. Resting the vibe’s head against her pubic bone, Griff leaned down and sucked on the aching nub cresting her breast. The scorching heat of his mouth combined with the luscious friction from his tongue was too much, yet not enough. Her back arched and he scored his teeth on her flesh before releasing her nipple with a wet, juicy pop.
He locked stares with her, his eyes positively glowing, and shifted the vibe’s position, ensuring its steady pulses thrummed against her clit. A strangled cry shot from her. Griff’s free hand smoothed over her belly. “Feel good, baby?”
Speech was difficult. It became downright impossible when he twisted the base of the vibrator, increasing its power and speed. Her fingers dug into the silk coverlet. Griff immediately eased off. “Too much?”
“L—little bit.”
The vibe returned, its oscillations a soft, teasing hum this time. Its jellied tip kissed over her slick flesh. Biting her lip, she moved her hips in tempo with the delicious friction. Griff’s focus drifted from her mouth and tracked the length of her quivering body. By the time he zeroed in on her pussy, a fine sheen of sweat covered his golden skin and his chest rose and fell with erratic, ragged breaths. Precome glistened on the head of his cock. Recalling his rich, salty taste, she groaned. The buzzing phallus slipped lower and nudged into her slit, stretching her open. She instinctively closed her thighs against the intrusion.
“Jem, I need you to take it. Please. For me?”
She relaxed her muscles and the vibrator eased farther inside her. The sensations were far more concentrated and intense than she was used to, but soon she was writhing in unabashed ecstasy as Griff shuttled the vibrator in and out. She clamped her fingers around the hand he had pressed against the mattress. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Griff glanced at her, revealing a face tightened with lust. Rather than removing the vibrator and replacing it with his cock, he ducked and kissed the curve of her jaw. He worked his way north, the stubble on his chin scruffing her skin. His hot breath fanned her ear. “How about having us both together?”
His question left her stunned, until she realized he was referring to the vibrator…not Logan. But the taboo image was now imprinted in her mind. Nothing short of a lobotomy would shake it loose.
Griff licked the pulse point fluttering out of control in her neck. “You’re excited. Does that mean yes?”
She squirmed, which only managed to lodge the vibe deeper. A whimper escaped her and Griff shifted onto his side. “Roll over.”
The true scope of his plan finally penetrated her consciousness. “Y—you want—”
“Your ass.” Griff’s eyes blazed with unleashed fire. “Have you ever accepted a man back there before?”
She shook her head, and Griff abandoned the base of the vibrator. He cupped her cheek, his touch cherishing and gentle. “I want to be the first to take you there. Bad. But if you’re not comfortable with it…”
There’d been past lovers who’d begged for the same privilege, but she’d never managed to relax enough to allow it. Plus she’d wanted to save that special and most intimate of acts to share with a trusted partner. There was no one on this earth she trusted more than Griff. Twining her fingers through the sweat-dampened hair plastering the nape of his neck, she kissed him deeply. Their tongues tangled and danced before she broke away and wiggled onto her stomach. She heard Griff’s hard swallow and a second later felt his fingertips tracing her spine.
“I don’t deserve you. Or this.” His rapid exhalations peppered her flesh as his lips followed the path of his hand. “Does it make me a selfish bastard that I’m going to take it anyway?”
“No. I want you to.”
The bed creaked softly as Griff straddled her legs. She tensed slightly in expectation, only to arch her back in wanton appeal when he kissed the hollow near her tailbone. He chuckled before sliding his mouth lower. Surely he wouldn’t—
His fingers coaxed her butt cheeks apart and his tongue coasted over her hidden rosebud.