Page 74 of Midnight Hunt
I stiffened, my eyes snapping back open.
“Tell me what you want, Vi,” he repeated, the words a gentle nudge, apush. He knew I needed something more, and he wasn’t waiting for me to ask this time.
“I want you to kiss me,” I said, then nearly gasped, shocked by how readily I’d answered.
He’d pushed, and I’d willingly let him. I’d almostwelcomedit. Oh God, what was happening to me?
Without a word, he placed his fingers beneath my chin and tipped my face up, then pressed his lips to mine. At how intoxicatingly warm and soft they felt, I immediately melted. He stretched his hand along my jaw and kissed me more fully, making my toes curl beneath the sheets. All on their own, my hands slid to his back and pulled our bodies closer. Closer. Not close enough. I tangled my legs with his, but it still wasn’t close enough.
“Tell me what you want, Vi,” Griff breathed against my lips
“Touch,” I whimpered back. “I want you to touch me.”
His body reacted to the words by shuddering against mine. A breathy moan escaped me as he pulled me impossibly close, close enough that I felt how hard I’d just made him. Slipping a hand beneath my night shirt, he slid his hot palm all the way up my spine. His other hand did the same but to my front, sliding up my stomach and between my breasts.
Frantic butterflies erupted in my belly as he broke the kiss to tug my shirt over my head, leaving my upper half bare. Then he rolled onto his back again so that I was sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. The sheets slid off of me, revealing my nakedness, but I didn’t care.
Iwantedhim to see me. I wanted him tolookat me. To want me. To lust after me. And that’s exactly what he did.
As he took in my bare breasts, his eyes went molten.
“Gorgeous,” he said in a hushed whisper. “You’ve always been so incredibly beautiful.”
My bottom lip quivered, and I leaned down to kiss him. He dug his fingers into my hair and kissed me back, his mouth hot and needy against mine. The kiss turned passionate, our tongues seeking each other out as the need for more trembled through us both. My thighs tightened around his waist, and he gripped one to guide me onto his erection. As I felt it pulse through our clothing, I moaned into his mouth, my own core growing wet in response.
Sliding his hand to my butt, he gripped it hard and rocked against me. Pleasure unfurled in my center, and I arched back with a gasp. Griff lifted his head and kissed my exposed throat, continuing to grind himself against me. I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, quivering with growing desire. His kisses trailed downward, making my breath come in short spurts. Still rocking against me, he lifted up even more so he could reach my breasts, kissing them both lightly until my nipples hardened.
When they did, he took one into his mouth. I arched back even more, completely lost to the moment. All I cared about was how it felt to be with him. Nothing else mattered. Any reasons I had for not wanting this to happen again fled my mind, because the only thing I wanted wasthis. It felt so achingly good to have him kissing and touching me. He knew just how to please me, and I was helpless to resist it.
As he continued to lick and suck on my nipples, leaving me a panting, quivering mess, his hand left my backside and slid between my spread thighs. The first touch of his fingers against my ultra sensitive clit nearly made me come. He wasn’t even touching my bare skin, choosing to rub me slowly through my pajama shorts and underwear.
“Griff!” I gasped out, grabbing on to his shoulders as my body bent backward even more. I quivered uncontrollably against him, pressing my knees into the mattress while he pleasured my nipples and clit in tandem. His free hand went to my spine, securing me in place so I wouldn’t topple over backward.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he murmured against my skin.
“Yes.Yes,” I breathlessly cried.
My body was happily thrumming, basking in the incredible high his tongue and skilled fingers were giving me. Nothing compared to this. Being with him in this way was pure magic, and I never wanted it to end. I clung to him for dear life and panted through each wave of pleasure, refusing to come down.
This was what I wanted, and I had to have it. Had to havehim.
I held on for several minutes, every inch of my body blissfully alive.Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come, I told myself, desperate for the incredible sensations Griff was making me feel. But when he abruptly slid his fingers into my underwear and touched my swollen clit, I lost it.
Euphoria exploded through me, punching the air from my lungs. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my body stiffening as the orgasm consumed my entire being. As I shot sky high, he stiffened as well. With a deep groan, he jerked once, letting me know that he’d just come in his pants. The realization tipped me over the edge again, and I came against his fingers a second time.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding my system, I went limp against him. He caught me, lowering my boneless body to the mattress while I continued to spasm from pleasurable aftershocks. With one hand still in my underwear to prolong the orgasm, he lifted his other to sweep the hair off my face.
Still trembling and spasming, I opened my eyes to see him already looking at me. The contentment, thehappinesson his face—it was almost more than I could bear.
“I love pleasuring you,” he said in an awed voice. “Watching you come is one of my favorite things ever.”
A breathy laugh left me. “And what is your favorite thing?”
“You,” he automatically replied, his smile so devastating that I couldn’t breathe. “Youare my favorite thing, Violet Jane Rivers.”
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