Twenty

Ava

Griffin stands there, shirtless, and my first thought is this perfect man is all mine. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to… I push down my last thought, that four letter curse word that begins with the letter L and ends with an E cannot be used. He is not mine to do that with. I’m not even sure if I’m capable of doing such a thing.

Without saying a word, he stares at me with such intensity, I can’t help but feel vulnerable, like he can see through me all the way down to my soul. I want to close my legs but when he licks his lips, indicating he’s turned on by what he sees, I do the opposite and spread them wider. His beautiful sapphire eyes shine with lust and my pussy clenches, needing him to touch me.

“Fuck, woman.” He shakes his head slowly as he bridges the gap between us. “I need to taste you.” His eyes roam over my entire body like he’s unsure of where to begin first. Leaning over me, with his body nestled between my thighs, he chooses to start with my lips. He kisses me hard. His lips are soft, yet his tongue is rough and sensual. My heart pitter-patters against my chest. Every kiss with Griffin isn’t just a kiss, it’s an experience.

Next, he moves to my breasts. He stops at the left nipple, biting down on it hard enough to elicit the right amount of pain that feels so good. My back arches needing more and he moves to my other nipple, giving it the same attention. When I think I might come from nipple stimulation alone, he moves down my body, raining kisses over my abdomen as he works his way downward.

Gripping the inside of my thighs, he spreads my legs fully open and dips his head down. His tongue runs up my slit slowly at first. It barely feels like it’s there, and I find myself moving forward trying to get friction. When I feel him chuckling I know he’s fucking with me.

“Griffin!” I breathe out, frustration evident in my tone. His tongue presses flat against my clit as his fingers push inside me. Between the slow, unhurried licks of his tongue and his fingers pushing in and out, I can feel my orgasm rising higher and higher. I’m being brought to the brink, and then it spills over, and I am coming so hard, my legs are shaking, and my body is convulsing. My pussy is throbbing. I attempt to push Griffin away, feeling overstimulated, but he doesn’t let up until I am completely sated.

“God damn, Ava, I love watching you come.” My eyelids flutter open and my eyes lock with Griffin’s. This man, in such a short amount of time has become…everything.

Needing to have his body against mine, I say, “I need you in me.” My tone is pleading and needy but I don’t care. The words are barely off my lips before I’m being dragged down from the bar top and onto a barstool.

Griffin shoves his pants and briefs down, shucking them onto the floor, then grabbing my legs, he lifts them up and over his forearms, his fingers digging into my ass. In one fluid motion, he thrusts into me, bottoming out deep inside me. He holds this position once he’s all the way in—his lids squeezing shut—needing a second to get a hold of himself. Then he begins to move slowly—steady thrusts into me like he’s not fucking me but instead making love to me. The act is sensual and sweet and I find myself pulling his face to mine needing to kiss him. Needing us to be connected in every way.

Languorously, he pushes in and stills, his head hitting my G-spot before he pulls out almost all the way. This continues for several minutes. My already sensitive pussy is tingling, another orgasm on the horizon. Griffin can feel it. He knows my body too damn well. He begins to pick up his pace, his hips shifting so his thick cock is hitting my vaginal walls.

“C’mon, Ava,” he groans. “Come for me, baby. Come all over me.” His words send me over the edge. My pussy clenching tighter, my mind and body wanting the release, and then I let go, my climax hitting me. Griffin feels my insides spasm, my walls choking his dick, and with a guttural groan, he lets go, releasing his warm seed into me.

His movements still, and I can feel the stickiness of our sweaty bodies against each other. He kisses the side of my neck at my pulse point before pulling out. When he backs up, he takes the warmth with him and I shiver. He looks down at my still parted legs, and grins.

“My cum is dripping out of you.” He doesn’t look up. Instead, he takes his fingers and swipes up my slit, bringing the stickiness up my folds, and pushes his fingers into me, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

And I think I just came, again…

I watch him, my chest rising and falling heavily, as he slowly fingers my pussy with his cum like he’s trying to make it all stay inside me. When his eyes lift, he moves his fingers out of me and comes closer, his soft cock brushing against my mound. Bringing his fingers to my mouth, he says, “Suck.” I glance down at his glistening fingers then part my lips. He pushes his fingers through, and my tongue darts out. I can taste his cum mixed with mine—salty with a slight tang to it. Closing my lips around his fingers, I suck hard until they’re completely clean. The idea of me mixed with him has me turned on and wanting this man all over again.