Griffin and Lorraine had put the kids to bed and were almost done with the dishes. The kitchen was dimly lit, just a light over the sink and the leaking loom of the dining room chandelier. Lorraine smiled at Griffin as she handed him the last plate, offering him a sexy little role of her shoulder. “See? It’s not so bad, doing the chores now and then. You don’t need a big staff for everything.”

Griffin shrugged, dropping his damp towel onto the faucet and turning to Lorraine, his strong hands finding her hips. “I suppose it’s like eating an oyster.”

“It turns you on?” she asked.

Griffin smiled. “Only worth doing once.” They kissed, a moment of sweet familiarity surrounding them. “This, on the other hand … ” They chuckled and kissed again, long and slow and sweet, before Griffin hoisted Lorraine up with a swift, decisive move that caused her stomach to dip down into her groin. Griffin sat her on the kitchen counter, her legs parted on either side of his incredibly strong torso.

Because of Griffin’s height, his hips aligned perfectly with hers when seated on the kitchen counter, and both of them knew it.

“You’re so beautiful, Lorraine,” Griffin said in his low, sexy growl. “My sexy little librarian. God, I love you so much.” Lorraine smiled and kissed him. “You saved my life,” Griffin said, “you saved both of our lives.” Lorraine knew what he meant, more than just the big rally at the library, when she threw young Ashe back and blocked the bullets meant for Griffin. She had saved their lives, but that wasn’t what he meant.

He didn't have to describe the years of sorrow, of hopelessness, of loneliness, after the death of his first wife Kayla. Because Lorraine knew she’d helped to wipe those years away. And the years since they’d met had been the best of Lorraine’s life, of both their lives.

“We were meant to be together,” Griffin said, “from the very start, from our first breaths, we were destined for each other.”

“Yes, Griffin,” Lorraine purred.

Griffin dropped his pants and stepped out of them, his long, thick cock already rock hard and ready. His hands spread her legs open, pushing her skirt up and pulling her moist panties down, letting them fall to the kitchen floor. Griffin’s hands caressed her thighs, quivering with anticipation as he pulled her a bit closer, Lorraine’s butt sliding easily against the kitchen counter.

“And we’ll always be together, Lorraine, nothing is ever going to break us apart, break up our family.”

“No, nothing, never … ” she agreed with an unshakable certainty.

Lorraine let her calves hang idle over the side of the counter as Griffin pulled her even closer, the velvety head of his cock finding its position at the center of her dewy opening and pushing effortless in, a heaving pressure that was slow and sure. Lorraine bit her lower lip, eyes rolling back to savor the feeling of his entry, always a special moment in any of their lovemaking sessions. Because, while Griffin could service Lorraine for hours, in every conceivable position and many that Lorraine had never conceived of, those moments were endless, uncountable. But, that moment of his first insertion was special. A fraction of an instant that was like no other, the feeling of her tight, tingling pussy before he worked her into a sea of sexual oblivion, she almost felt like a virgin all over again. Griffin had been the one to claim that precious prize, and every time he entered her it was like he was deflowering her all over again.

“Because I love you so much,” Griffin went on, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “and you love me, like two people have never loved each other before.” His hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

“No, nobody … ever … ” she moaned in utter pleasure.

Griffin went in deeper, but still withheld most of his length. He pulled Lorraine to the very edge of the counter, fucking her with a steady, mid-tempo pace, sliding in that first third of his massive member against her tight pink tissues, stirring up and awakening every nerve ending. Lorraine clamped down with all her strength, muscles of her thighs and calves tightening to lend to the effort. Griffin was huge, and Lorraine was quickly overwhelmed by his size. There was no need to exert herself, she knew; Griffin would take care of everything.

But, that was no longer enough. Lorraine wasn't a virgin librarian anymore, and she wanted to give every bit as much as she wanted to take. And she’d learned from the master how to do both equally well.

There was no time for her to master Griffin sitting on that countertop, ass sliding back and forth, while he steered her hips, thrusting deeper into her and quickening his pace to send bursts of electric pleasure coursing through her body.

“Nobody can come between us,” Griffin said, pumping even faster. “No matter what, baby, no matter who comes at us.”

“No, no matter who … ” Lorraine said unwavering.

“They can’t separate us, baby, it’s impossible. You know why?” Lorraine dipped her head forward, but didn’t answer. “You know why?” he repeated.

“Tell me, baby, God please tell me … ” She moaned with sheer delight.

Griffin pulled her even closer, edging himself closer to her to keep her from falling off the counter. Lorraine wrapped her legs around Griffin’s naked waist. But, Griffin was too long, and he needed to plunge deeper into her, filling her entirely, hips threatening to split as she pulled him even deeper, enveloping her with the pangs of painful pleasure. Deeper, harder, Lorraine bucked her hips violently, the effect on Griffin's body telling her he enjoyed it as much as she did. But, it was still not enough. Push and pump and squeeze and buck, more, faster, harder; it would never be enough.

“Because we’re one person, Lorraine, one soul, one thing, one perfect, living, breathing love creature that nobody can touch, baby, nobody!” he blurted out with his deep sexy voice, raw and masculine.

“No, nobody … ” she whispered.

Their voices sent vibrations through Lorraine’s body and soul, his voice echoing in her heart, filling her soul with his protective authority, his certainty and assuredness, like there was nothing he couldn't do and nothing he wouldn't do for her. His voice turned her on as much as anything, making every stroke more powerful and potent, his words fucking her brain the way his cock was pounding her pussy; forceful, powerful, but still tender, caring, giving, dizzying in their combined effect.

“Nobody can come anywhere near us, baby, nowhere near!” He growled.

“No, nowhere near us, nowhere … ”

“One body, one soul, one heart.”

“Yes, Griffin, yes!” she cried out.

Griffin put her hand on his chest, heaving as he panted. “Feel my heart, baby, feel it beating just for you.” Lorraine pressed her palm flat against his sculpted, muscular pecs, his heart thumping hard behind it.

“I feel it.”

“Now feel your own, Lorraine, feel your heart beat.” Lorraine closed her eyes, her inner ear finding her heartbeat and focusing in, bringing it to the fore of her brain. She could feel her own heartbeat and Griffin’s, discordant, out of sync.

“Concentrate, Lorraine,” Griffin said, as if he two were able to hear and feel both of their heartbeats and he detected their off-kilter rhythms. “Slow it down, baby, slow it down,” he said soothingly. Lorraine recognized that somehow he was right, her heart was beating just a bit faster than Griffin’s. Lorraine breathed a bit slower even as Griffin drilled into her, but he slowed his tempo, too, guiding her heart with his cock, lining up the two of them to be in perfect sync.

“That’s it, Lorraine,” Griffin said, “you’ve got it, just a bit slower … slower … ” Griffin’s strokes slowed down just a bit, immeasurable. The thudding behind his chest, lining up exactly with the steady pumping of her own heart, both sounds combining into one thrilling heartbeat.

Both bodies moving rhythmically in sync, pumping faster. His steady increase in speed keeping pace with the quickening pace of their mutual heartbeat, in and out, pumping and thumping in perfect rhythm, faster and faster .

That singular rhythm was throbbing in her hips, the flat countertop hard beneath her, hands reaching out for some support.

Her crotch was clenching in the same rhythm, her whole body in sync with Griffin’s. And when her orgasm began to stir, Lorraine didn’t even fight it. Twisting inside her like a tornado, swift and long, swirling in the distance but closing down on her fast.

With the talking, shaking and the pumping, that tornado within swept her up, its power undeniable. Lorraine’s legs shook, a lump rising up in her throat and falling out as a scream, and that stretched into a long, loud moan. Lorraine leaned back, hips sliding forward, shaking and trembling and fucking and cumming, hands slipping against the slick countertop. But Griffin’s hands were firm on her hips, and Lorraine felt herself swirling and tumbling into a cum-flooded delirium. She knew that Griffin was there to take care of her, to guide her through another marathon stretch of passion and lust, and for every minute of her life thereafter.