After they’d finished the second bottle of wine and Tara was beginning to get sleepy, Griffin picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She was beginning to doze off when she looked up to see him coming from the bathroom. He’d clearly just gotten out of the shower. His sweats hung low on his hips, and he was naked from the waist up. Seeing his bare torso, her heart leapt into her throat. Tara shook her head in wonder. Dear God, he was truly a work of art. Tall and lean, his arms and chest rippled with rigid muscles. As he closed in on her, the smell of his masculine body imbued with a faint whiff of expensive cologne had her gasping for air. Gleaming with a light sheen of moisture, his warm, tanned skin glowed, underscoring the contrast with his startling emerald eyes.
She was so caught up in admiring his stunning body, it took Tara a moment to see his rigid jaw and the dark frown tightening his face. Startled, she realized that he almost looked angry. Not sure what had happened, she rose up on her elbows and scooted to the top of the bed. Drawing the sheet up to her chin, she forced herself to ask, “Is . . . is something wrong, Griffin?”
His frown deepening, he said curtly, “Yeah, there is. Tomorrow I have to take you home. Let you go.” When she pulled back, he hesitated, then moved closer to the bed. His voice was low, layered with a mix of emotions that she couldn’t identify. Anger was clearly among them, but so was anguish. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he said, “But before I do, before I let you go, I need to confirm that you are mine . . . and that I am yours.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he captured her gaze with his fierce one. “I need to take you, Tara, as intimately and outrageously as possible.” As he spoke, he tossed several tubes of what looked like ointment on the bed. Glancing at the writing on the closest tube, her heart tripped. Forcing her voice to sound calm, she said, “I . . . I don’t understand. You look angry. Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head and groaned. “God, no, honey. You couldn’t have done anything more right than you already have. This is about me, Tara. I need to claim you. In every way possible.”
Glancing at the other tube, Tara understood what he was saying. Meeting his hard gaze, she pulled back and shook her head. “I . . . I don’t know if I can do that, Griffin. I really don’t. I wouldn’t have a clue . . . ” Seeing the intent in his stormy, sea-green eyes, her words trailed off to nothingness.
His voice was soft, his words comforting. “I know you don’t, sweetheart, but I do. I’ll show you how, and, Tara, I know you don’t believe me now, but I promise you, you will feel things you never knew that you could feel.”
Swallowing hard, Tara tried to ignore the sensations that were streaking across her thighs at the thought of what she now realized he intended to do. Shoving at the unwanted fiery sparks lighting her core, she shook her head fiercely. “No, Griffin, I really don’t think I want to do this . . . ”
In response, he put the ominous tubes on the bedside stand, then pulled down the sheet and stretched out beside her. Tugging her up next to him, he murmured softly in her ear, “Tell you what, darling, let’s take this one step at a time. If at any time you want me to stop, you know that I will.” When she didn’t answer, he nuzzled the tender place below her ear and smiled at her involuntary start. “How about you tuck all those anxious thoughts into the back of your head and just allow your body to feel. Give in to all the outrageous things that your lover is going to do to you.”
She rose up and pushed him back. “What if I don’t want to do this?”
He shrugged and said as he worked his hands under the waistband of her harem pants, “How will you know if you do or not unless you try it?”
She swallowed when she felt his hand stroke her bare hip. Not able to shutter the quaking sensations flooding her core, she whispered, “Will it hurt?”
“I won’t lie to you, sweetheart. Yeah, it will hurt a little, but I’ll take care of you, Tara. I know what to do. And I’ll show you. I promise you that if at any time you tell me to stop, I will. But, sweetheart, I also promise you that if you let go of your fears and do everything that I tell you to do, you will feel a level of passion you didn’t know was possible.” He took her hand in his and placed it over her mound. Easing her fingers over her swollen labia, he murmured, “Feel here, sweetheart. I haven’t so much as sucked on your nipples and your pussy is already wet. Isn’t that amazing? From just telling you what I’m going to do to you, how I am going to take you, your body is responding.”
His voice was soft, seductive. “Tell you what, Tara, I have a job for you. I want you to put your fingers inside your pussy and find your clitoris.” When she pulled away with a shocked gasp, he grasped her hand. “Here, honey, I’ll help you.” At her cry, he slid her fingers inside her swollen labia and pressed her fingers against the sensitive nub. “That’s the way, darling. Can you feel how wet you are? How your tight pussy is grasping your fingers? Now, sweetheart, feel your clit. That’s the way. Rub your fingers round and round it. Feel how hard it is? How it’s throbbing?”
Tara writhed under his expert touch, giving in to the erotic pleasure of his seductive words. Her nipples ached and her clit felt hard, swollen. At the whirl of sensations raging through her, she almost forgot what he was going to do. Reveling in the familiar sensations surging through her, she was startled to feel him press one finger into her smallest hole.
His raspy voice warned her. “Uh-uh. Don’t, darlin’. Don’t pull back. Just feel. Does this hurt?”
When she hesitated, his voice dropped to a husky, insinuating murmur. “Or, Tara, does it feel good? So good, you are aching for more? How about this, darlin’?”
Before she could stop him, he slipped two lubricated fingers inside of her and gently stretched the tight rim. The burn was intense, but so was the pleasure. Tormented by the competing sensations of her fingers inside her pussy and his in her rear, she was startled to feel him insert yet another lubed digit into her ass.
His caution was firm, unrelenting. “No, no, Tara. Don’t clamp down. Do you hear me honey? Don’t fight me. It will make it hurt more.”
Given the fiery sensations raking across her, Tara didn’t know how much longer she could hold back. Her need to come was fierce. Just when she thought she’d reached the limit of her ability to stave off a raging climax, Griffin flipped her on her stomach. Shoving off his sweats, he raised her hips and slid a pillow under her belly. Pressing her chest against the bed, he spread her knees apart and pulled her ass up close to his bare hips. He slipped his hand between her thighs and captured her hand with his.
“Mmm, so good. God, baby, you are a sexy woman. Can you feel how wet you are, sweetheart?”
But what she felt instead was the head of his cock nudging against her tight opening. Pulling back, she involuntarily clenched down. To her surprise, he smacked one cheek and then the other.
“Uh-uh, baby. Don’t fight me, darling. I am going to come inside you and you are going to let me.” Griffin’s lips were hot, tight against her ear. His voice was low and intoxicating. “Honey, when I press in like this, I want you to bear down. Yes, baby, like that. Now love, are you as wet as I think you are? Tell me. Are your fingers drenched?”
His sexy words made her clit swell and her juices surge. Before she could stop him, with a sure thrust, he pressed past the tight ring of muscle. Tara cried out in shock, stunned at the combination of pain and pleasure so intense she lost her breath.
“Easy, baby. We’re gonna go slow and easy, Tara.”
Griffin spread her cheeks apart and drove in deeper. He couldn’t hold back an excited groan. “God, Tara, you’re tight. So fucking tight.”
At her wail, he ordered, “Touch yourself, baby. That’s the way, sweetheart. Hell, honey, I can feel your pussy clench. So good, honey, so damned good.” Heartened by her throaty moans, Griffin began to thrust into her, slowly in and out, letting her get accustomed to his size. Her tight channel urged him forward. He knew his control was questionable. He didn’t know how long he could be inside of her like this without fucking her like a hungry animal, deep and hard.
When Tara cried out, a sobbing moan, he held her tight. “It’s okay, baby, feel it. Can you feel me, sweetheart? Big, hard inside of you? Touch yourself, Tara. Make that hot clit of yours throb, baby, make it burn!”
Little by little he quickened his pace, pulling her ass cheeks higher, positioning her for a deeper thrust. If he dared. Hell, as if he could stop. To his joy and relief, he felt her internal muscles clench, spasm—a signal he knew well. Her climax was approaching. Her breath was coming in noisy pants. Sweat gleamed on her back. It mixed with the sweat dripping down his chest. Just when he was at the breaking point, she cried out.
“Now, oh my God, Griffin. I . . . I have to come! Now, please!”
Her words couldn’t have been more explosive if they were a red flag before a raging bull. His cock rose to the challenge, snapping his control. Griffin pulled back to her tight entrance, then drove deep inside. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby. I can’t stop.”
He fucked her then as he’d never thought he would. Deep, powerful, unremitting strokes. Her wild screams were frantic, as fierce as his ecstatic shouts. At her wailing shriek, Griffin shattered. With a harsh primal roar, he poured his seed into her, one hard, heavy spurt after another, in an orgasm so powerful it rocked him to the depths of his soul.
****
Griffin lifted her off the back of the motorcycle and stood her beside the bike. After he unstrapped her helmet and hung it on the back of the bike, he pulled her up close to him. Lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he murmured, “How about it, lovely lady? Think you can walk to the door? I kind of hope you can’t, because then I would need to carry you.”
Shoving away from him, Tara snorted. “Just because I can barely sit down doesn’t mean I can’t walk.”
A peal of his laughter filled the air as he tugged her against him. Untying the pillow he’d strapped on the passenger pillion, he pressed it into her arms. Holding her close, he grinned at her. “Hey, you can’t tell me that I wasn’t taking good care of you. Especially that part of you that has to be a tad sore. I think you might be wise to keep this pillow close by. At least until I can get away and apply some of those cooling gels you seemed to appreciate last night.”
Knowing her cheeks were flaming, Tara pressed her face against his muscular chest, not wanting him to see how emotional she was. Or how embarrassed she felt. Even now, after he’d scrubbed their bodies in the shower and rubbed her sore bottom with healing ointments, then held her in his arms throughout the night, she still couldn’t believe what they’d done. Now, when he was once again preparing to leave her at the door, he forced her to meet his gaze. “You know that I wouldn’t leave you now, Tara, unless I had to.” When she just nodded, he said in a low voice riddled with intent, “But, sweetheart, don’t lock your door tonight. I’d hate to have to break it down.”