CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Griffin
It seemed to take forever for one o' clock in the morning to arrive. The club usually stayed open until three, but on the evening of the Christmas ball, we closed early because the staff had so much clearing up to do.
Impatience rang in my blood as Scarlett stood by my side and we said goodnight to our guests. When I caught her stifling a yawn, I warred between concern and disappointment.
I wanted inside her again.
I wanted to fall asleep with my cock buried inside her.
"Are you tired?" I asked as we waited for Xavier to fetch Amelia and Quentin's coats. They were the last to leave.
My wife looked at me, a knowing spark of desire in her eyes. “Not that tired.”
I held back my smile. “Good.
Still, it seemed to take even longer than forever for her to say goodnight to Amelia. Finally, Quentin hauled Amelia away, and I tried to be patient as we got in the elevator.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“I assumed so.” She grinned, a little smug.
I would have chuckled if I wasn’t so fucking hard for her.
Letting her walk in front of me toward the bedroom, I studied the sway of her beautiful, rounded arse and decided I wanted to take her that way first. I wanted to clutch the soft globes in my hands as I sank into her tight cunt. I could fuck her so deep like that.
As soon as she walked in the bedroom, I hauled her back against my body to let her feel the steel want of my cock. She gasped first at the sudden movement and then at the way I crudely ground my erection into her. I listened to the sexy hitch of her breath as I roughly coasted my hand over the velvet covering her stomach to cup the heavy weight of one of her breasts in my hands. With the other, I lightly squeezed her neck. She shivered as I kneaded her breast and trailed kisses down her throat, teasing her skin with my tongue.
She moaned.
And I swear to God that was all it took.
I let her go only to press one hand to her back, the other to her arse. “Bed. All fours.” I grunted as I used my body to push her onto the bed.
“Griff,” she panted, looking over her shoulder.
The split in the dress allowed me to grab the hem and shove it up to her waist, baring her beautiful arse to me. She’d discarded the knickers she’d been wearing earlier and replaced them with black lace that hardly qualified as underwear.
Precum leaked from the tip of my cock as I massaged her silky smooth lace-covered arse.
“Griff?” She bowed her head, her forehead to the mattress.
"I need to fuck you," I explained hoarsely. "Let me fuck you, and then I'll make love to you all night."
“Fuck me, make love to me,” she said breathlessly, “It’s all making love whenever it’s you.”
My grip on her tightened. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I could feel the smile in her voice. “It’s getting easier to say.”
“Mmm.” I peeled the lace down her thighs and pressed a kiss to her arse. “It is.” I kissed her, tickling her with my tongue until she was squirming. And then I pressed my thumb into the exquisite tight hole I’d yet to conquer.
“Griff,” she squeaked in surprise.
I smiled smugly and pressed it in deeper.
“Oh my God.” She squirmed.
“Not tonight… but one night will you let me fuck you here? My cock is almost bursting with want of it, my love.”
She gasped. “I’ve never…”
I pulled my thumb out, and she gave a little mew of disappointment which made me smile. "We don't have to. I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do."
Scarlett glanced over her shoulders at me. Those stunning Tahitian eyes were hazy with lust. “We can try.”
I kissed her arse again before I licked her pussy, and she bucked in reaction, groaning into the bed. Needing to taste her deeply I pushed my tongue into her cunt and began to fuck her with it. She tasted of musk and Scarlett.
“Oh God, Griff,” she writhed and moaned as I held her arse in my hands and drove her crazy with my mouth. Just as I felt her nearing climax, I stopped and stood.
I needed inside her.
Unzipping my tux trousers, I pushed them to ankles and kicked out of them, along with underwear. My cock was harder than I could ever remember it being. It was so hard I was in fucking pain.
Gripping it, I grunted as I lined it up with Scarlett's pussy.
“Brace yourself, love,” I warned her as I gripped her arse in hand.
Wet heat clasped the tip of my cock making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck, nothing felt better. I pushed against her tight resistance.
“Uhh,” she groaned, her fingers curling into the duvet.
Satisfaction roared through me as she pushed back into my slow thrust.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I struggled to control that first glide. She was so tight.
But slick.
So fucking sleek for want of me.
“Fuck me, Griff,” she begged, pushing into me. “Fuck me until I can’t breathe.”
Whatever control I had left snapped.
I started to fuck her, battering my cock in and out of the hot squeeze of my wife’s sweet pussy. My eyes fell on her left hand to her wedding rings and possessiveness roared through me until nothing mattered but claiming this woman.
Suddenly she was crying in climax and jerking against me, her pussy rippling around my cock in wave after wave of tight suction. I clenched my teeth against the pull, refusing to come just yet.
I wanted to come looking into her eyes.
I pulled out and hauled her onto her back. She was flushed and panting and completely fucking pliable as I spread her legs and thrust back into her.
“Ah!” Scarlett threw her head back in surprise, and my grip on her tightened. She was so swollen her cunt was resistant, and I wondered if I'd hurt her. I held myself still in her, my muscles straining as I fought to control my need. She was so slick and tight, snug and hot. I struggled to breathe as Scarlett flexed around me.
"I'm okay." Her tits heaved as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Pull your dress down,” I demanded. “I want to see your tits as I fuck you.”
She sat up to pull her straps down and I sunk further into her, hitting her womb. “Jesus.” I groaned.
Scarlett stared at me with heat in her eyes as she pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her generous, beautiful tits for my pleasure. I jerked my gaze from them to her eyes. That smoke in them. That need. She’d only ever looked at me liked that. I knew it.
And fuck but didn’t it make my cock swell inside her.
“Scarlett, fuck,” I growled, control gone. I hauled her legs up, and she followed my lead and wrapped her long legs around my back. Holding her arse in my hands, I began to move. Scarlett panted with breathless excitement as I pounded into her. Her tits, arguably two of my favorite things about her body, trembled and shook with my thrusts. They were large, swelling over my hands when I held them, with tight, large sensitive nipples that begged to be sucked. I was going to do that tonight. Then I started thinking about everything we were going to do with each other. I wanted her to suck me, and when I was ready to blow, I wanted to cum all over her tits.
I wanted to eat her pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore.
I wanted to kiss all over her body and know I was the only man who had discovered every inch of it. Once I took her arse with my cock I’d own every part of her the way she owned every part of me.
Close to blowing just thinking about it but needing her to come again, wanting to feel her explode around my cock once more, I reached for her pussy and pressed my thumb down on her clit.
“Ahhh!” I watched her flushed face as she exploded even harder than before, her inner muscles tugging on my cock and the look on her face when she came was all it took. Eyes locked with hers, my muscles clenching, I let go of her hips to cup and squeeze her tits as my orgasm wrenched through me. I let out a guttural grunt as my balls drew up, my cock swelled to an incredible thickness around her rippling pussy, and I exploded.
I was vaguely aware of yelling my wife’s name as my cum shot out of me in streams and streams of pleasure that took me into some fucking intense place of ecstasy I had never reached before.
When I finally came out of the haze, I was draped over Scarlett, my lips pressed to her breast as I shuddered against her in post-climax.
Sweat dripped down my back beneath the shirt and jacket I hadn’t yet taken off.
Feeling wiped, I somehow managed to lift my head to look at Scarlett.
She brushed her hand over my hair and smiled. “That was hot.”
I burst out into dazed laughter.
Hot.
Fucking understatement.