Griffin peeled off Lorraine’s dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him, goosebumps rising on her naked flesh. He was the only man who’d ever had her, and he would be the only man who ever would . He would have her wholly and completely and with a mastery he brought with every kiss, every faint caress.

And that was just the approach he used, his hands flat, fingers outlining the curves of her body. But his hands didn’t touch her, not even the slightest glance of skin against skin. Instead, Lorraine stood there imagining that sweet sensation, yearning for it, desperate for it.

But she still was not getting it.

“You’re glorious,” Griffin said, “you’re a work of art, a masterpiece. I don’t even dare to touch you.” He passed his hands teasingly over her breasts and they heaved with her gasp, but Griffin wouldn’t be fooled and his hands pulled back, just beyond the realm of touch.

Take me, Lorraine silently urged him, throw me onto that bed and fuck me like crazy! Grab my tits, flick my nipples the way I love. His breath collected around her breasts and firm, taught belly, but he still didn’t touch her, and Lorraine’s nerves were beginning to jangle just from being so close to that anticipated anarchy of their lusty collision.

She wanted to reach out and pull him close, smother his face in her breasts, squeeze him so tight she might envelop him altogether, wrapping around him, ingesting him.

God, Lorraine thought, I want him inside me so bad!

Griffin hovered in front of Lorraine, nearly trembling to think of the pleasures to come. His face hovered near her crotch, lips flinching and twitching in hope that he might give them a little kiss, his tongue probing and seducing her clit to come out and play. Lorraine could imagine the depth and curvature of that flexible little muscle, wet and wandering into her innermost crevices, in front and behind. Griffin was fearless, and he delighted in delivering sensations she never could have imagined, would never forget, and could no longer live without.

Once at Lorraine’s feet, he began kissing her, lips pulling gently at her skin, the tops of her feet and ankles, slender and small. Her legs trembled as his lips found the bottoms of her calves, head between her legs as he kissed the strong curves of her calf muscles, giving her a playful little bite as he approached her knees.

She spread her legs just a bit, her balance threatened to give way but didn’t, despite her passionate distraction. As he ascended, kissing the backs of her knees and thighs, the top of his head was glancing against her pussy, the slightest touch sending waves of sumptuous pleasure through her. Just thinking about his huge cock plunging into her was enough to make Lorraine want to cum, her juices, her salty tide rising within her.

His mouth found her inner thighs, nerves twitching under her smooth skin as he kissed higher … higher …

She spread her legs a bit further, body lowering toward him. Lorraine had to put her hands on Griffin’s shoulders for support. She relied on him for so much, she knew: his love, their family, their lifestyle; and at that moment, just to remain on her feet.

He kissed her pussy and Lorraine was ready to burst. Her fingers dug into Griffin’s naked shoulders, muscles hard and unyielding beneath her clenched grasp. He gave each lip a kiss of its own, exquisitely gentle, the sensation registering straight up her body. She felt every little touch, his breath as he exhaled, breathing his energy into her. Lorraine’s fingers found his dusty blond hair, pulling at it, stalks rising up between her lusty fists. She wanted to push Griffin’s face into her crotch, push him in so far and so hard that his entire head would pierce her, that magnificent brain and gorgeous face, fucking her like some massive member all its own.

At least give me that tongue, Lorraine silently pleaded, stick it in there, waggle it around the way you do. Lick it up so long … lick it ’til it burns, you son of a bitch!

But he didn’t. Instead his kisses traced higher, her flat stomach pulsing in and out, Griffin’s patient tour of her naked body preceding around her lean waist and ribs like the waves under a heaving sea. Lorraine’s heart beat faster the closer his lips came to her breasts, finally kissing the dewy under curves, nipples rising hard, goosebumps rising around them. A little gasp rose up, squirming in her throat, wispy and delighted.

He took one nipple into his mouth, pulling at it just a bit, tongue circling around it and giving it a familiar little flick. Waves of teasing tension rising, her orgasm already fighting for release. But she held it down, knowing it would only be better, bigger, eventually a continuous roll of ecstasy passing again and again, bigger and bigger with every passing moment.

It shook her body, unwilling to be tormented any longer. But it had no choice, and Lorraine’s cum rebelled, her loins a battlefield, her pleasure the prize.

Fuck me, Griffin, fuck me now!

But he wouldn’t.

His kisses rose slowly above her breasts, her arms falling against the sides of his head. His breath was hot at the nape of her neck, her shoulders arching to meet his curious kisses, hard nipples lightly touching his muscular chest, his own nipples glancing off hers to explosive effect.

Lorraine’s head fell forward, the smell of his hair racing into her nostrils, his essence poured up and out of him and into her. She breathed deep, Griffin’s energy filling her lungs, fulfilling her soul.

His face meeting Lorraine’s, their lips meeting at long last, tongues probing, smashing and dancing in relieved reunion. His strong arms wrap around her, pulling Lorraine close with command and certainty, her own arms meeting behind his neck, chins, noses and foreheads rolling against one another.

There was no time to wait, not even time to lay down. Lorraine was overwhelmed with taunted lust, her orgasm possessing her, inhabiting her body, possessing her soul. She pushed Griffin backward, hands flat against his chest as she forced him against the bedroom wall. He smiled at her, devilishly. He knew what she was going to do and he was ready.

Griffin hit the bedroom wall with a loud thud. Taller than Lorraine, he lowered himself just a bit, his powerful legs splayed and bent at the knees. She climbed up on Griffin’s legs, hands gripping the back of his thick neck, the other pulling at his long, muscled arm. With her feet flat against the tops of Griffin’s thighs, Lorraine lowered herself down onto his huge, hard cock. She clung to him with one hand and guided him in with the other. His massive member was familiar to her pussy, the only cock she’d ever known. But each entry was special, every moment of contact between his hot hammer and her curling, waiting clit was like magic, like an impossible lie come undeniably to life.

Lorraine’s feet slid off of his legs and she slid down a bit, gravity doing its part to bring the two even closer together. She groaned as she descended, her legs shaking, feet pressing against the back of his calves to support her. Lorraine pushed up against Griffin’s legs, the wall supporting him as she went up and down, deep and slow, her legs and arms guiding her, hips adding the sensual detail.

A shake of her body, Griffin unyielding in front of her, Lorraine’s strength grew and her orgasm grew with it. Deeper and faster, She began to bounce on Griffin’s dick, circular rotations and a flutter of pumps released her orgasm at long last, the walls of her discipline crumbling as the waves of heat poured over and threw her. It pushed up into her throat, filling her ribcage to drown her heart, lungs filling with her own cum.

Lorraine pumped harder, her body shaking and cumming and that shaking made her cum even harder, her orgasm shaking her further in a cycle of energy and release that threatened to tear her apart. There was only one remedy; to pump harder and wriggle on that huge cock as it filled her. Griffin was leaning against the wall and looking at her in amazement, love overwhelming his eyes as he stared at her with an otherworldly lust. Pump and shake and cum and quiver, Lorraine couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to, and she didn’t.

Griffin pumped, pushing himself from off the wall for the first time and Lorraine knew he was cumming. She could sense it, feel his long, thick dick flinching and spitting out that massive blast of hot, salty cum. Lorraine spilled out a cry of relief and release to feel that surge pouring into her, her own orgasm still bubbling and raging to mix with his own. She was a vessel of their energy, the center point of their colossal, earth-crushing desire for one another. Her eye sight went blurry, hearing dull, unable to breathe as she leaned back, clinging to Griffin, their naked legs pressing… a twisted statue dedicated to their passion and their love.