Redemption 4 - Helen's Release

by Helen's Release (Loose-Id) (lit)

  Cupping his hardness, Helen leaned forward to whisper in Griffin’s ear. “Is that offer of a fuck against the mirror still open?”

  *

  Griffin sucked in the breath he’d been holding since Helen first ordered him to take off his tie. He had known, if only instinctively, that once she had taken the offer of control he dangled in front of her, she would be wielding it like a professional. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he was really good at following orders. All those years in the military had taught him well.

  “Any and all offers I ever give will always be open to you. Just tell me what you want.”

  Helen bit her bottom lip in a show of indecision, but Griffin remained silent, allowing her the time she needed. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long as she leaned back against the mirror, staring at him intently.

  “Take off your pants, slowly.” Her voice was low and husky, and Griffin knew this was affecting her as much as it was him. He could see her nipples through the sheer lace of the bra. It made him wonder what they tasted like. Sweet as berries was his first idea.

  “Maybe I should take off my shoes first?” Griffin didn’t want to tell her what to do, but he knew he’d look pretty stupid standing there with his pants around his ankles, hopping around when she gave the next order to remove the shoes.

  “Good idea.” Helen licked her lips, and Griffin groaned at the thought of her lips and tongue wrapped around his cock. His erection agreed, pushing painfully against his zipper. D

  amn, he’d better get his wayward thoughts in order, or he was going to find himself coming in his pants like a teenager waking from a wet dream.

  Quickly toeing off his shoes, Griffin kicked them aside before unfastening his trousers and pushing them off his hips. His erection sprang free, pre-cum seeping slightly from the tip. Before he could move, Helen was at his side, shoving his shirt off his shoulders before running her hands across his chest.

  “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Before he could question her, Helen dropped to the floor, her hands gripping the hard columns of his thighs. Leaning forward, she reached out and licked the tip of his cock, running her tongue along the crown.

  “Son of a bitch.” Griffin couldn’t help the words being torn from his mouth, but he grimaced when Helen backed up suddenly, as if in fear.

  “Did I do it wrong?” Her soft question made Griffin want to dig up her ex-husband just so he could kill him.

  “Not at all, I was just surprised, and pleased.” Helen smiled at his words and moved toward him again, intent on taking him in her mouth, but Griffin stopped her. Something about her eagerness didn’t seem to ring true.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Griffin felt like an idiot of the worst kind, but hard-on or no hard-on, he had to speak his mind. “If you’re doing this because you feel like you have to, don’t. I’m here for your pleasure.”

  “Trust me, Griffin. This is for my pleasure.” A predatory look, like none he’d ever scene before, appeared in Helen’s eyes.

  “Then let me shut up so you can get back to your pleasure.”

  “Thank you, I’d appreciate it.” Smiling, Helen eyed his cock hungrily.

  How could he have ever thought she was doing this as a favor to him? Helen took his cock in her hand, stroking its hard length as if familiarizing herself with its form. Her lips soon followed her hands’ down-stroke as she engulfed him, surrounding his rigid member with her warm mouth.

  Unable to stop himself, Griffin pumped his hips up toward her. He’d been waiting for this moment for so very long. His fantasies had no way prepared him for the sweet reality of Helen pleasuring him so skillfully.

  Her tongue stroked, her lips suctioned, her hand pumped. It took everything in him not to wrap his hands in her silky hair and power into her mouth like he wanted to. This was for her, he kept reminding himself, even when he thought he would go mad from the pleasure.

  His pleasure wasn’t just derived from the feel of her working his cock, but also from the sight of it. Helen, whom he’d always likened to a fragile china doll, looked unbelievably dirty, on her knees sucking his cock. So perfect, so innocent, working him like a pro. Her sweet mouth was stretched to accommodate his width, and she moaned her enjoyment in tune to his own groans of satisfaction.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, pumping into her hungry mouth. “Right there, baby.”

  Just as Griffin felt he was about to reach his breaking point, Helen tightened her lips around him, sucking harder as she drove herself down on his cock faster and harder than before. Hissing, Griffin wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her back. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, but he would if she kept at him.

  “Why did you stop me?” Helen stared up at him with lust-glazed eyes, and Griffin had to seriously think about her question for a moment.

  “You asked me to fuck you against the mirror, and I won’t be able to do that if I come in your mouth.”

  Helen’s eyes widened for a moment and then she smiled a kittenish grin. “Too bad you can’t do both.”

  “I’m wounded.” Griffin clutched his chest theatrically.

  “Stop playing and help me up.” Reaching down, Griffin pulled Helen into his arms, holding her lightly, when he really wanted to turn and pound into her just as he had promised.

  “So now what?” Griffin knew if he didn’t prompt her, Helen might just forget she was in charge. Hell, it was her first time to give the orders, but hopefully not the last. He wanted her to enjoy every minute of it.

  “Kiss me.”

  “With pleasure.” Griffin captured her mouth, licking at the seam of her lips gently.

  Helen pulled away abruptly. “No, not like that.”

  Griffin understood immediately. She wanted — no, needed — to feel his kiss was more than friendship. Framing her face with his hands, he plundered her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and dueling with her own. Helen gave a groan of satisfaction, pulling him closer to her body and pressing his erection between them. He could feel himself leaking on her belly. Griffin broke their kiss, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

  “Fuck me, Griffin, just like you promised.” Helen turned abruptly in his arms, placing her palms flat against the mirror. Turning her head, the look on her face was uncontrolled passion. “Fuck me from behind, and we’ll watch in the mirror. I want it long, hard, and deep.”

  Griffin realized she was repeating his earlier words back to him. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve this gift, but he wasn’t going to turn it down.

  “I don’t want to rip these,” he said, indicating the lace panties, “So you’re going to have to take them off.”

  Helen swiftly pushed the panties off her hips, kicking them away before reaching for the bra. “This, too?”

  “Wait.” Reaching up, Griffin cupped her breasts, grasping her nipples in his fingers and gentling rolling them back and forth. The lace lightly abraded her nipples, bringing them to further attention.

  “Oh, God, that feels so …” Helen stopped unexpectedly, as if she were unsure how to describe the feelings.

  “Good, bad …” Griffin whispered in her ear, gently tracing the soft, delicate shell.

  “Both, it hurts, but it’s so good.” Helen’s hips were gently rocking in time with the motions he was making.

  “You feel it here.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Griffin’s hand cupped her mound possessively, running a finger lightly along the crease.

  “Yes, oh, yes, I do.” Helen pushed herself against his hand, trying to get him to move harder, faster. He realized that during this entire exchange, she had never once moved her hands from the mirror.

  “Touch yourself, Helen. Feel how good it can be.” Helen blinked at his words, before slowly unhooking her bra and slipping it off her shoulders. As he stood behind her, gently holding her body against his, Helen cupped her breast and flicked her nipple with the edge of her nail. Griffin stifled a groan. She was going to kill hi
m.

  Helen’s gaze locked onto his through the mirror as she tightened her grip on her nipple. Griffin took note of the way she was caressing herself. It looked as if his little dove liked a bit of pain with her loving. Her desires and his were definitely of the same accord.

  Tightening his grip on her hips, Griffin pressed against her, rubbing his erection against the plump curves of her ass. Moaning her approval, Helen pushed back into him. “We’re still doing things my way, right?”

  Yes.” Even to Griffin, his words sounded strained.

  “Then I want you fuck me.”

  Words to warm a man’s heart. Even though Griffin couldn’t wait to sink balls-deep inside of Helen, he wasn’t quite sure if she was ready.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to…” Griffin’s words trailed off as he moved his hand down from her hips to the sweet, damp curls resting between her trembling legs. Helen’s breath hitched, and she opened her legs a bit wider to give him greater access. Not one to turn down a wonderful opportunity, Griffin cupped her sex in his hands, wedging his fingers into her deep tight channel.

  Damn, she was hot.

  Hot and incredibly tight.

  Griffin was so glad he hadn’t taken her up on her offer to just fuck her. There was no way Helen was prepared for him, as snug as she was. The walls of her pussy milked him, as he finger-fucked her. His palm rode against her clit as his fingers thrust into her over and over. Watching her face contorting in ecstasy was a pleasure in itself, but Griffin wanted to watch her come unceasingly, before he found his pleasure inside of her welcoming depths.

  But Helen seemed to have a different plan.

  “Griff…” Helen bucked against him. “Just fuck me.”

  “You’re not ready, baby.”

  Releasing her breasts, Helen pulled his hand from between her legs and turned to face Griffin. “My way, right?”

  “Your way.”

  “Then fuck me.”

  Griffin groaned silently, praying he didn’t hurt her with his intensity. “Then turn around, baby, because when I make a promise, I intend to keep it. I want to watch you, and I want you to watch us.”

  Helen turned back around, facing the mirror. Griffin pulled her hips tight to him and then pushed her forward a bit. “Put your hands on the mirror and open your legs,” he ordered harshly, his breathing coming in rough gasps.

  Helen quickly complied with his orders, her eyes shining in anticipation.

  Griffin gripped his cock in one hand and gently parted Helen’s damp folds with the other. Pressing the head of his cock against her opening, Griffin paused for a moment. “Let me know if you need me to stop.”

  “I’m going to think you aren’t following my orders if you don’t fuck me soon.”

  Griffin chuckled and pressed forward, parting the tender tissues of her pussy. Helen’s eyelids fluttered closed for a moment as he pushed into her and then popped open as he continued to thrust until he was balls-deep within her. The walls of her vagina gripped his cock as if she were a virgin. She hadn’t been fucked in a long, long time. A lot longer than just the year and half she’d been a widow.

  “I feel so full. Full of Griffin.”

  Helen’s words fanned the flames of Griffin’s desire, and although he had promised to give her time, he couldn’t help it, he had to move. Holding her hips, Griffin pulled back slowly until the head of his cock was barely within her and began to tease Helen with his unhurried, measured thrusts. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

  Unfortunately, Helen had other ideas.

  As Griffin thrust forward, Helen gripped his cock with her muscles, clenching him tightly within her hot depths. He wouldn’t last long at this rate, and he wanted to see the ecstasy on her face when she came.

  Reaching around in front of her, he rubbed her clit, lightly at first, but then with faster and firmer strokes.

  Helen, who was already breathing unsteadily, began to pant. Her eyes closed as she pushed her hips against his hand and then back against his pistoning cock.

  “Ah, Griffin… I … I …”

  “Open your eyes. Let go, baby, come for me.”

  Helen’s eyes flew open as Griffin gripped her clit and pinched. She immediately stiffened and then screamed, her orgasm rushing through her.

  The bliss on her face was Griffin’s undoing. With one last deep thrust, he emptied his balls, his seed flooding her vagina. Helen collapsed back into his arms as Griffin slowly lowered them both to the floor.

  “I never … I’ve never orgasmed during intercourse. Thank you, Griffin, thank you.” Griffin looked down into Helen’s tear-filled eyes and reached his hand up to wipe away the moisture.

  “Don’t cry. This is just the beginning.”

  Helen laughed shakily as Griffin held her.

  He wasn’t planning on ever letting her go; she just didn’t know it yet.

  Chapter Five

  Who would have thought it would be possible to actually be a grandmother and a sexual being all at the same time? Helen stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, surprised to see a happy person staring back. There was a rosy tint in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the overpowering bubblegum lighting in the fuchsia room.

  Her cheeks were blooming because she was happy. She had a sex life. More importantly, she had a satisfying sex life. Although to be truthful, one naughty tryst did not actually add up to a sex life, but it was a damn good beginning.

  “Helen.”

  Jumping, Helen turned toward the closed bathroom door, her hand coming to rest on her pounding heart. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “I was just making sure you hadn’t snuck out on me.”

  “Of course not,” Helen denied, although the thought had crossed her mind. Turning on the water, she quickly washed her hands before righting her clothing once more. Just two seconds ago, she’d been proud of her sex life; now she was embarrassed to face the man who had brought her drought to an end.

  Helen lingered in the bathroom for a few more minutes before finally working up the nerve to leave. Much to Helen’s relief, Griffin wasn’t waiting outside the bathroom door for her. Instead her new lover was waiting with Yvette, of all people, and the two of them were talking softly.

  The little tart gave a throaty laugh, which was almost as fake as her lips, and leaned a bit into Griffin, who didn’t push her away quickly enough for Helen. Jealousy rose up quickly inside her, burying her newfound confidence under a mound of bitterness. As if he sensed her behind them, Griffin turned toward her and smiled.

  There was no nervous tick in his eyes, or any sense of him being uncomfortable caught talking with Yvette, which could only mean two things. Either Griffin was an excellent liar, or he wasn’t guilty of Mike’s past sins. “I was going to give you five more minutes; then I was breaking in the door to come after you.

  “It appeared as if Yvette was keeping you well occupied.” The way Yvette eyed her with amusement made Helen feel gauche, as if she wasn’t sophisticated enough for their type of relationship. The way Griffin watched her intently wasn’t helping matters, either.

  At least with Yvette, Helen knew where she stood, which was beneath the blonde’s radar, but with Griffin, she still wasn’t sure what he expected or wanted from her. Griffin grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him, wrapping an arm around her waist.

  “Not as well as you did earlier,” he whispered in her ear.

  A fiery blush stained her cheeks at his words, but her heart swelled as well. Helen had never felt such pride in knowing she had satisfied her man. She giggled at her thoughts, causing Griffin to eye her speculatively. Thankfully he didn’t comment, though.

  “So, we are all finished here, oui?”

  “Well, I did want to pick out a few more things.” Talk about the sublime to the ridiculous. She’d come in here wanting to immediately escape, and now she wanted to pick out more lingerie.

  “It’s all taken care of.” Griffin nodded to Yvette, who quic
kly went into the back room to leave them alone.

  “I thought I explained very clearly that I wasn’t going to let you pay for my underwear.”

  “Oh, you did. It was a pretty little speech, too. Unfortunately, I can buy whatever I want, even if it’s ladies’ lingerie. If I just so happen to give you a gift, well, so much the better.”

  “You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Helen knew she should be firm and make a stand, but it seemed inconsequential within the context of all of the other upheavals in her life today.

  “I live to be incorrigible.” Griffin walked with Helen over to the couch and they sat down. “While we’re waiting on Yvette, why don’t we talk?”

  Oh, boy, he wanted to talk. Men didn’t usually want to talk after sex, women did. This probably didn’t bode well.

  “Ahh, talk about what?” Helen nervously crossed and uncrossed her hands, worried about what Griffin would say.

  “Well, first, stop fidgeting.” Griffin grabbed her hands and clasped them in his own large ones. His hands weren’t soft, even though he didn’t do hard labor. But earlier in his life he must have done something to develop such strong hands.

  “I’m nervous.” Helen couldn’t believe she had actually admitted it. In the past she would have just apologized, certain she must have done something wrong. Instead, Griffin had allowed her to be able to express her feelings and fears.

  “There’s no reason to be nervous. Especially not after that uninhibited display earlier.”

  “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. My cheeks are probably on fire due to all the raunchy things you’ve been saying.”

  Griffin laughed aloud. “So you can be a wild, loving woman, but you can’t talk about it after the fact?”

  “Don’t make fun of me.”

  “I’m not making fun. I find it adorable.”

  Helen rolled her eyes. “Ugh, ‘adorable’ sounds like a baby or puppies or something.”

  “Fine, not adorable, then. Now stop trying to change the subject. I want to talk about us.”