by KaLyn Cooper
In one swift movement, he shucked his dress shirt and T-shirt. “Better?”
She stepped closer until her breasts touched his chest. “Some. But you’re still wearing too many clothes.” Her hands went to his waistband and she started unfastening his belt.
“Wait.” He covered her hands with his. “I want to take care of you first.” It was half the truth. He also didn’t want to intimidate her by his size. Besides, if after he made her come and she decided she didn’t want him, he was already half dressed. It would be easier to walk away.
With a fingertip, he traced the lace on her panties, hip to hip. “These are very pretty, but they have to go.” He slid them down her legs and this time she carefully stepped out. Never tearing his eyes away from the short curls that were more red than the gorgeous hair that fell to her shoulders, he tossed the panties over to join her other clothes.
He scooped her up and spun around to lay her in the bed. Before she could protest he took her mouth with a vengeance, showing her with his tongue what he wanted to do below, thrusting in and out, loving her mouth. His hands immediately went to her breasts, reigniting her inner heat.
He kissed his way down her jaw toward her ear then ran his tongue around its curves. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” Her word was barely a whisper.
When he sucked the lobe into his mouth she physically showed little reaction. “That doesn’t seem to do much for you. Good to know.” But when he kissed her at the end of her jaw just below her ear she nearly came off the bed. “Oh, I’ll definitely remember that spot.”
He took his time placing small kisses and nips down her neck to her collarbone, noting each reaction. Knowing how sensitive her breasts were, he took one into his mouth.
He ran his hand down her flat belly to the auburn triangle of hair, then slid a finger into her wet folds. She arched up as he searched for that sometimes elusive clit. Hers was swollen and slightly distended.
Oh, yes. She liked what he had been doing to her. He hoped she would allow even more. Lots more. He thought of a dozen ways he would like to take her but worried that her conservative upbringing would limit them. Brushing those concerns aside, he concentrated on her breasts while circling and teasing her clit.
“Griffin.” His name was a plea.
“Yes, sweetheart.” It was a question and answer in one. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Heavens, no.” Twinges shook her body.
“Tell me what you need.” He lifted his head, releasing her breast. Blush crept up her throat and tinged her cheeks pink. “I want this to be the best you’ve ever had. Tell me exactly what you need and I’ll get you there.” She was close but couldn’t seem to get there.
“More. A little harder.” She had struggled with the words, but finally got them out.
He increased the pressure on her clit and took her mouth with his. When he thrust his tongue inside, he slid two fingers into her channel and pressed the pad of his large thumb over her sensitized bundle of nerves.
Her body nearly came off the bed, forcing his fingers deeper. He leaned up on an elbow and slid his hand between their bodies to reach one of the nipples poking into his chest. The way her inner muscles clamped around his fingers, he could tell she was almost there.
A thrust of his fingers and tongue in unison, and a pinch of her nipple sent her entire body to shaking.
Griffin had never experienced such an elation of success. He kept up the stimulation until her body ceased to move, except to breathe. As he stared down at her face, practically glowing with bliss, he wanted to give that to her again. And again. And again.
He extracted his fingers and couldn’t resist but to taste her essence. Next time she would come around his tongue. He drew his fingers over her abdomen and watched her nipples tighten. No woman had ever reacted this way to his mere touch. He smeared his damp fingers over a nipple then licked it clean. When he repeated the process on the other side, her hands came to the back of his head holding him there as he licked and sucked.
Griffin lifted his head to look at her. “Welcome back.”
The smile she gave him was one he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. It was sweet, thankful and ready to go again.
Good. So was he.
There was a knock at the door.
Her eyes flew open and wide, almost frightened as though they had been caught doing something bad.
He leaned in to kiss her. “It’s our dessert.”
Thankful he hadn’t taken off his pants, Griffin walked to the door. He glanced over his shoulder to see Grace grab her clothes and duck into the bathroom.
Well, fuck.
Chapter 9
Grace stood naked on marble tiles in the luxurious bathroom holding her clothes in one hand, scraping her nails over her scalp with the other. What the hell was she doing? And hell was exactly the keyword because that’s where she was headed. Good girls don’t go with a man to his hotel room and let him… She couldn’t even bring her mind to formulate the words of what she had let him do to her. No one had ever touched her like that before. Even though she’d been married, she hadn’t known sex could be that powerful.
Griffin seemed to know how to play her body to get the most from every touch, every kiss, every lick. And holy crow, she had loved it. And wanted more. She dared to wonder what else he could do to her.
Tossing her clothes on the long granite counter, she grabbed a glass—and it was a real glass, not a plastic cup like in most hotels. Griffin had obviously gone to a great deal of expense to have this night with her. She twisted the antique faucets to fill it with water then drank deeply. Before she set it down, she noticed the gold W surrounded by a wreath of leaves. As she glanced around, the symbol was everywhere from stamped in the hand soap to emblazoned on the ceramic container in the corner holding small packets of Q-tips and cotton balls. This had to be the fanciest hotel she had ever been in in her life.
Griffin had done all this just to be with her.
D.C. was filled with hotels, but he had brought her to the Willard, one of the oldest in the city. She glanced in the mirror but its eighteenth century carvings caught her eye before her own image did. She touched it. The wood was real. She wondered if it was different in each room, making each experience at the Willard unique.
Her gaze wandered to her reflection. What the heck was she doing naked in a hotel room?
Having sex with a man who was not her husband. Last time she’d done that, it had turned out disastrously. So far tonight, she was having the best sex of her life.
Was Griffin giving her an orgasm using nothing more than his kisses and fingers really sex? She supposed it was.
Growing up in the Baptist Church, her father the minister, she’d been taught you only have sex with someone after you are married. She understood the need for children in Bible times, and thus the need for sex as a means to that end. But in the twenty-first century in the United States of America, she could have sex without producing children. Today, men and women had sex for its pure enjoyment.
That was exactly what Katlin had encouraged her to do. Her friends, her teammates—Tori, Lei Lu, and most especially Nita—took advantage of the male body on a regular basis without guilt. Her friends made a point of telling the men that it was nothing but sex. They never seem to have any problem with it, so why should Grace?
Kevin was dead. She certainly wasn’t cheating on him. Nor would she wait until those wedding vows before having sex again.
Grace liked sex.
Although, she didn’t want to think about the last time she had shared her body with a man. That hadn’t turned out well for her, even though in so many ways he had been like her husband.
Griffin was the opposite of both men. Physically, he stood at least five inches taller than either of them. His football player’s chest was considerably wider and definitely more muscled. Beyond that, there was something about the man on the other side of that door that she couldn’t define. He c
ould walk into a room and his mere presence commanded attention. Other men looked up to him, not just because he was tall, but it was almost as though there was an unspoken respect. As if he carried authority on those broad shoulders. It drew Grace, along with almost every other female, to him like a magnet. He certainly didn’t have any problem about sex out of wedlock.
Well, neither did she, anymore.
Grace’s attitude toward sex had changed since she and Kevin had fumbled their way through everything except consummation, which finally occurred on her wedding night. Not something she would recommend any bride to be.
She thought about what Griffin had just done to her moments ago and realized no one since Kevin, back in college, had given her an orgasm using only his fingers. During their married life, sex had become extremely routine with little foreplay. Kevin had never liked her to touch him sensuously, nor did he seem to enjoy the differences in their bodies. Griffin had paid more attention to her breasts in the past hour than Kevin had in their three years of marriage and six years of dating.
Licking her swollen lips, she wondered if he would allow her to explore his body.
She touched her over-sensitized reddened nipples and jolts of electricity shot to her clit. She had no idea the two were so closely connected. She liked the way Griffin had touched her, positive she had never come so hard in her life. She wondered what it would be like to have him inside her as he did it again.
Glancing at the clothes in the corner, she sucked in a deep breath, fortifying her resolve. She was not a loose woman, certainly not a whore as—No! She would not think about the last time she had been naked with a man. She and Griffin were two consenting adults, willing and able to enjoy each other’s body.
Grace pictured his muscular body, but only half of it. The idea of stripping him out of the rest of his clothes excited her.
And that’s what she wanted to do with Griffin. Now.
She leaned against the door and heard him speaking with someone, probably whoever brought up the cart. Dessert. Another reason to stay. Needing to keep her hands busy, she neatly folded her clothes and stacked them on the counter.
When the door to the hallway closed, she heard Griffin flip the lock.
Cracking the bathroom door, she peered into the bedroom, watching his back muscles ripple as he pushed the cart farther inside.
She quietly stepped onto the carpet and moved up behind Griffin. When she touched his back he froze in place. She liked the feel of his skin over muscles as hard as steel. Slowly tracing the definitive lines of his back, she kissed each vertebrae. Nervous because she’d never done that before, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Are you having fun?” Griffin’s question gave her start and she lifted her hands. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.” He slowly turned and raked his gaze down her naked body. The heat in his eyes unmistakable.
“Oh, Grace.” He lifted her off the floor and hugged her. Her arms automatically wound around his shoulders. He nuzzled into her neck. “I was so afraid you were going to leave.” His voice was rough.
“I thought about it.” Leaning back so she could see his face, she smiled at him. “But you promised dessert.” She kissed him hoping to give him all the reassurances he needed. When she broke the kiss, she peered over his shoulder at the linen covered rolling table. “So what do I get to lick off you first?”
With a groan, he let her slide down his body. There was no way she could miss the huge erection he kept hidden under his khakis. She’d come back to that. In the meantime, she scooted around him and started lifting metal lids off dishes.
“I love strawberries.” She plucked one from the bowl and dragged it through the warm chocolate and then dipped the tip in the whipped cream. At the pop of the champagne cork, her eyes met his. He was magnificent.
She stepped around the table to him as he filled two flutes.
“Want a lick?” She held the coated strawberry an inch from his lips. When he leaned forward to take a bite, she pulled it back and coated her nipple with whipped cream and a little chocolate. She liked this daring, bold side of herself.
His eyes darkened as he grinned. “You little vixen.” When he leaned in farther she tried to step back, but he caught her with the hand holding the cold bottle of champagne. She arched to get away from the chill, perfectly presenting his mouth with her breast. He latched on to entire area she’d painted with food and sucked hard. Licking it clean, he glanced up at her from under hooded eyes. “Now the other one.”
Dazed, Grace clumsily tried to grab the strawberry with her other hand but nearly dropped it. Griffin caught it and bit off the juicy fruit, leaving the stem and leaves.
Heat filled his hazel eyes which now looked like melted dark chocolate. “I’ve got this.” He selected another strawberry and dipped it in chocolate nearly to its top. As a large drop formed at the tip, he moved it to her other nipple. With a caress as light as a butterfly, he dotted the area with warm chocolate. Using the strawberry, he scooped freshly whipped cream then painted swirls around her breast.
With his thumb and forefinger, he held the fruit in front of her mouth then used it to paint her lips. “You lick this while I take care of everything down here.” He lowered his head and began lapping up pure white whipped cream and chocolate.
The contrast of his warm tongue on her over-sensitized skin right after the cool dessert triggered every nerve, sending delightful pulses directly to her core. Never in her greatest fantasy had Grace ever imagined sex like this. She closed her eyes and concentrated on every new sensation.
“You don’t like your dessert?” Griffin’s rumbling words brought her out of her deep enjoyment.
“What?” She was less concerned about what he’d said than the fact that he had stopped. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I’m glad you like this because it doesn’t seem like you want to eat your strawberry.” His gaze fell to his fingertips where he still held the fruit.
“Oh.” She gave him a small smile then leaned slightly forward to bite the strawberry in half.
He shook his head. “You were supposed to lick it.” He licked another small trail of frothy white before the returning his gaze to her. “Licking, not biting.”
Lowering his head, but never letting his gaze leave hers, he gently laid teeth on her hardened nipple. As he increased the pressure, her hips reflexively rocked into his.
“You like that.” He grinned, then nipped just a little bit harder than she had expected.
She gasped and drove her hips into his still covered erection.
His grin became a smile. “So noted. Now eat the rest of your strawberry while I finish up here.” He returned to devouring the dessert and her senses along with it.
When she bit off the last of the strawberry, she plucked the stem and leaves from his fingers. Loving the playfulness of this man, she decided turnabout was fair play. She ran her tongue along his index finger then down the outside through the curved web and up and over his thumb.
Griffin had stopped breathing when she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked.
“That’s it,” He growled and stood her upright. After shoving the bottle on the table, he scooped her up behind the knees and lifted her onto the bed, following her down. He crashed his mouth on hers as he balanced himself on his elbows freeing his hands to take a breast in each. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and rocked his hips in unison.
She wrapped her legs around his hips. The most tender part of her bare body smashed into his belt buckle.
She yelped.
“I’m so sorry.” Griffin threw himself off her.
Dropping her hips back to the bed, she cupped herself.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he scanned her body from head to toes and back again. His gaze stumbled then stopped to watch her gently massage her sex. “I’ll be happy to do that for you.” Then he shook his head as though to erase his last words. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
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sp; Now Grace was embarrassed by her reaction. She’d done it to herself. “I…I…” Then she pointed at his crotch. “Your belt buckle.”
Griffin reached down and removed it in less than a second, tossing it over next to his shirt. “Shall I kiss and make it better?” He lifted her hand away and kneeled between her legs. Kissing her right hip, he asked, “Is this where it hurts?”
Although his warm lips felt so wonderful, it wasn’t where she wanted them. “No.”
He kissed the other side. “Here?”
“No.” The word was just above a whisper.
“Show me, then,” he insisted.
She pointed to her pubic bone that had clashed with his metal buckle. “Here.”
He bent and kissed the area. “Better?”
The heat of his breath warmed her sex and she was soaked in need. She pointed to the top of her feminine lips. “And here.”
He gifted her with that grin of his, the one that melted panties off any woman. But since she wasn’t wearing any, it broke the dam and she gushed with desire. He placed his lips on the exact spot she’d pointed to then thrust his tongue separating her folds to lick her clit.
He lifted his head. “Was that the spot?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Do it again.”
He lowered his head and inhaled deeply through his nose. He froze in that position for a long moment before returning his gaze to hers. “I know what I said, but this time when you come, I want to be inside you.” He looked at her as though asking permission.
“Yes. Of course. Where else would you be?” Her gaze dropped to his pants. “Now take those pants off before they hurt me again.”
In one swift movement, he rid himself of all his clothes. Standing naked beside the bed, his cock stood thick and proud, enthralling her. No man had ever let her examine him, closely. She slowly reached out.
“Sweetheart, I’m afraid if you touch me right now, I’ll explode all over you.” His voice was so gruff she snapped her hand back as though she’d been slapped.