The first stroke of his tongue through my folds sends my hips flying from the sofa.
“Open your eyes, Sunshine. You need to see whose face you’re going to come on.” He licks me from my clit to the bottom of my slit.
Holy fuck. I have missed his dirty mouth so much.
Keeping eye contact with me, he flicks my clit vigorously with his tongue. It only takes a few moments for the pressure to build at the base of my spine. When he sinks two of his fingers inside my drenched pussy, I’m coming within seconds.
I waste no time convincing him I want more. “Strip for me, Hotshot.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and, without missing a beat, yanks his pants and boxers down. His body is a work of art. My eyes trail down his chest, his abs, his mouth-watering cock, and stop when I notice something on his quad. Just above his left knee is a tattoo that looks fresh.
“What is that? Did you just get a new tattoo?”
“I did. Carson and I went to get them earlier this week. He seems to think I’m getting cabin fever. I got Cadence’s birthday in Roman Numerals.”
The way his quad muscles bulge under the tattoo makes it hotter than anything I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d like a tattoo there, but knowing he has a piece of our daughter etched into his skin makes me absolutely feral.
“I love it, Griff.”
“I’m hoping I’ll have some more dates to ink on me soon,” he smirks at me.
Griffin kneels down on the sofa, hovering above me. When he finally lays his gloriously sculpted body against mine, the warmth of his skin overtakes me.
His voice is husky as he says, “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle this first time, Sunshine. The past two years without you have been torturous. I need you hard and fast right this minute.”
His breaths are labored, and his jaw ticks like he’s fighting with his self-control.
I can’t seem to be able to, but I need to quell this need—to quench my thirst for him.
I’m dickmatized—completely spellbound from the feel of his length grinding into me for the first time in too long.
“G, I need you to let go for me, baby. Show me that you’re just as desperate to feel me as I am to feel you after all this time.”
Griff groans, and I know that’s exactly what he was hoping I’d say. He settles between my legs, his cock nudging my entrance.
“I don’t have a condom. I haven’t been with anyone since you. Let me fill you up, Sunshine. I honestly would love nothing more than to see you grow another one of my babies,” he whispers in my ear.
Oh, fuck.
“You haven’t been with anyone else, like at all?”
“I haven’t looked at another woman since I pushed you away, McKenna.”
Okay, I’ll be circling back to that tidbit later. But right now, I need this man more than my next breath.
“I haven’t been with anyone else either. But I have an IUD, Griff. We’re good. For now,” I pant.
“You may have one for now, Sunshine. But mark my words, I will put a ring on your finger. Soon. And we will be making more babies. Even sooner.”
Before I can respond, Griff grips his cock and guides it inside me. When he’s all the way in, filling me to the hilt, I can feel my second climax rushing to the surface. I haven’t been this full in over two years, and the sensation alone is going to make me come undone.
Likely able to feel how close I am, he pistons his hips to meet mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit in a deliciously mind-numbing rhythm. It only takes a few more deep thrusts for my second orgasm to pull me under. Ecstasy floods my system. Griffin’s cologne, mixed with his sexy musk that’s all him, consumes me.
“Until then—less talking and more filling me up. Practice makes perfect,” I sass.
His moans reverberate against my collarbone as I feel his cock pulse inside of me, filling me with his cum.
“Fuck, McKenna.”
