“Inside me,” I beg, moving my legs restlessly against him. “Now. I want to climax with you.”
He inhales sharply, his eyes glittering. He reaches for a small black bag on the nightstand and pulls out a packet of condoms. Delicious anticipation shivers through me as his straight white teeth bite into the foil, and he yanks it until it tears and then rolls the thin rubber down his gorgeous cock, ready to drive into me.
He runs his index finger down the slit between my legs. I moan at how good at feels, but want more than this, more than an orgasm. I want belonging.
He thrusts into me, his cock huge and invading, and I cry out. The fantasy I had thinking about him doesn’t even compare. His fingers link with mine, our palms pressed tight like we’re fused and he’ll never let go. He drops his head, claims my mouth as he moves in and out, his thrusts growing deeper and more powerful.
Bliss winds around me, sharp and intense. I fight to breathe, and then the orgasm that’s been so close shatters me. It’s so strong that I can’t even scream; my vision goes gray and then white.
Griffin groans my name as he stiffens and empties himself.
We stay wrapped around in each other, sharing the same air, our hearts racing. He places tender kisses on my mouth, neck and shoulders. I caress his thick hair, loving the sweet moment he’s taking to show this wasn’t just about orgasms or sex. I feel like we’re intimately connected, not just in body but in our hearts as well.