Kalista
I've never felt so alive and more elated in my life.
Becoming Mrs. Langdon has introduced me to an enticing world filled with more glamour, intrigue, and thankfully, Mr. Langdon.
Especially after the gala tonight—in his tuxedo and in his element—my desire has intensified.
And it's to the point where I know that smothering my need is impossible and slightly dangerous.
Entering his flat, I begin to pant in anticipation.
I feel the tension between us, making the air thick and hard to breath—I can't focus.
It’s only him that I see clearly, and he's dripping with raw sexuality.
Still high from the endorphins brought on by the heist—and now drunk off his intoxicating appeal—it takes every ounce of my control not to rip his tuxedo off and devour him.
And seeing him staring at me, with desire simmering in his eyes and a seductively mischievous expression, I know my control will not last.
His devious game, ending with me adorned in all of our jewelry, has me surrendering, and begging to lose.
And to collect my consolation prize.
If I must lose, I hope to lose like this more often.
Aftershocks of my second orgasm continue to move through me as I release my hold around his neck.
His hands slide down my body and graze over my sensitive skin. It’s keeping my nerves at attention.
I lean on my elbows and stare down at where our bodies meet.
I smirk, lazily, and—to my surprise—feel my ache for him begin to replenish.
He’s a spectacular sight, especially right now, between my legs.
"Enjoying the view, love?" He laughs, his mouth forming into the most delicious and charming of smirks.
"Very much." I sigh, feeling completely satisfied and somewhat drained.
However, my body immediately contradicts itself as his hands start to play with the jewelry.
I shiver as I recall how good he is with his hands—their rough but tender caress completely shattering me.
He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, making me sit straight in front of him as we once were.
Looking at me with my hand in his, his mouth widens into a smug, wicked smile, and his brow arches.
"What do you have in mind now?"
I’m assuming he had just come up with a new game or plan, as that facial expression hides nothing.
"Now, what makes you think I have something in mind?" His smirk never dissipates, but gets even more intense.
I smile in response. I can’t hide my excitement or the lust filling me. His energy is magnetic, and I'm impulsively attracted to it.
"Oh, it's just an educated guess." I wink. "I doubt you haven't planned another game or are thinking of another lesson to teach me."
"Well, love, there are always games to play. You're easily becoming one of my favorites to play with."
He starts to massage my fingers, twisting the rings and moving them up and down.
I look down to watch his work, and as soon as I do, he brings a finger up to his mouth and sucks it in.
I gasp at the sight, not expecting that to be his plan.
Biting down onto the ring, he lubes it with his tongue and slowly glides it off my finger with his teeth.
At first, I'm mesmerized. I can't look away from what he's doing, and how he's doing it.
I hate that he's taking off the jewelry, but this is sexy as hell.
But as he slides the finger with the Tiffany diamond ring into his mouth, I stop him.
"What? No!" I say, tugging my hand away.
I'm surprised I didn't object to him undressing me earlier, especially when he took off the dazzling sapphire ring I got myself.
But again, I'm reminded quickly that he certainly knows how to charm a woman—like he just did.
"Something the matter, love?" He looks up at me, his eyes dark and heated.
I feel the blood drain from my body and gather at my now aching pussy.
I blush, realizing how good he is at this, making me wet so soon after he just fucked me senseless.
I'd never admit to him how impressed I am—I'm sure he is well-aware of his abilities.
"Why are you taking them off? Is that necessary?"
I could stay like this forever, naked and covered in jewelry—with Griff. In fact, I would gladly wear this attire, and only this, if I had to.
He laughs earnestly.
I cock my head, questioning what’s so funny.
"Frankly, love, these jewels, although lovely, are distracting. There’s something underneath them I find more worthy of my attention," he says while unclasping a few bracelets, and they fall to the table with a loud clink.
I frown, exaggerating my sadness, and wince when the jewels fall, like it’s hurting me.
He gently kisses me and lifts my chin up to him, staring down at my lips.
His glare cuts my performance short, distracting me as my skin warms with desire.
I open my mouth, inviting him.
He smiles.
"Patience, my love. It's important that I’m careful, gentle, and attentive to each carat."
He licks his lips and closes the little distance between us by bringing my other hand to his mouth.
Wrapping his lips around the ring, he licks it off me.
And like clockwork, I fall right back to his entrancement, unable to notice that I'm panting.
Griff continues the torture of relieving me of the jewelry, piece by piece, until only the Tiffany ring, tiara, necklace, and earrings are left.
So, before he can, I reach behind my neck to take the necklace and earrings off.
I deliberately arch my back and tilt my breasts up to him as I do.
I watch as he gapes down at me. He licks his lips and moves his hands from my thighs to my hips, refraining from touching what he really wants.
I smile smugly and take the remaining jewels off, handing it to him.
He watches me diligently, seemingly mesmerized like I was with his show.
Then, he smiles—that oh-so-sexy smile—and grabs the jewelry tightly.
But I’m not one to let go after he takes the jewelry from me.
Hah! Two can play this game.
I stare at him and slightly shimmy my shoulders, feeling a little lighter—which I sort of am—but then, shudder under his intense, heated gaze.
A growl falls from my lips, and my insides are set ablaze.
He crashes into me and kisses me, hungrily.
I instinctively wrap my legs around him, and he grabs my ass, lifting me up in his arms.
He makes his way to the bedroom, and slowly puts me down on his bed.
He hovers over me and eyes me up and down greedily.
"My love, you're impeccable."
I squirm, feeling the pressure of my ache build and my pussy throb.
Needing his touch, I reach for him. I place my hands on his chest and trace over the etching of his hard abs and hips.
My hands continue to explore his gorgeous terrain, and I lightly graze his hard cock.
He groans and grinds into my hands. I tighten my hold, stroking him.
His head falls on my chest, and he kisses me tenderly with affection.
I moan, loving the feeling of his full lips on my raw skin and his eager cock in my hands.
He kisses his way to my nipple—kissing, licking, and nipping it in a torturous rhythm.
All the pent-up tension I've forced myself to ignore comes pouring out with a vengeance, and I abruptly let him go, pushing him off me and on to his back.
I straddle him and bend down to kiss him, my tongue intertwining with his.
His hands explore my body, touching my back, ass, and inner thighs.
I kiss his neck and feel the vibration of his groan.
Hearing his need ignites my own. And in that second, I become insatiable.
I lower him into me, stretching to accommodate his thickness.
I gasp at the sudden feeling of his fullness overwhelming me.
"Love, you feel so good." He groans and pulls me into him.
"Ah, yes. Griff!"
He hits that glorious spot, and my body jerks instinctively.
I grind against him, making him hit the spot every time.
He sits up, spreading his thighs to ground me, and I place my feet on either side of him, bending my legs.
I lean back and drop my head, feeling a whole range of sensations as his cock hits new, sensitive spots in my pussy.
Placing a hand in the arch of my back, he takes my nipple in his mouth and continues his agonizing rhythm.
I cry out, wanting to release some pressure.
"Griff! Fuck."
I feel him smile against my skin.
"I love when you say my name," he says in a low, sensuous voice.
I look up at him and grab his shoulders. My nails dig into his skin, claiming him as my own.
I'm too close to care, or to come up with something witty to say.
I just need this. Now.
We grind with each other roughly and I quicken the pace, riding him as I feel myself falling off the edge of a cliff and not wanting to stop.
He rubs my clit, and it sends me spiraling.
I scream, and my body stills, then shakes.
I hold my breath and clutch onto him for balance.
My hips buck against him and he pounds into me, prolonging my orgasm.
His breath quickens, and I feel his thighs tremble against me.
Then, Griff grabs my hips and releases in me.
"Yes, Kali," he growls through clench teeth.
Sitting there, panting and reeling from the high of three orgasms and a heist, my fingers feel the grooves of my nail imprints on his skin—and my mind begins to wonder.
The life of Mrs. Langdon has proven itself to be quite exhilarating and pleasurable.
I don't think I'd mind playing this game of pretend for the rest of my life.