Page 83 of Fire for Effect

She looked at me, moving to straddle my waist, and I fisted my cock, still half hard between us.

“Are you hard because of the thought of murder, or because you're happy to see me?” Her hands roamed my pecs, her little smile sending another jolt of lust through me.

“Could be both,” I chuckled, thrusting up my hips until my cock rubbed against the rough seam of her jeans.

I wasn’t sure how honest my answer actually was. The idea of killing for Taz was, indeed, a little arousing. Like I was a big dog ready to bring back dead critters as gifts for my owner.

She came up on her knees and undid her jeans. She fumbled, laughing as she fell on her ass trying to get them off her legs. I tried to steady her, but I was… overwhelmed. The sight of her bare skin – her naked body – made me dizzy with desire.

We had fucked only two nights now, and each time, clothes had been half-on. Hers, and mine. But without her shirt, and her jeans, with her full, taut body on display… well, there wasn’t enough blood in me to handle what happened in my head, heart, and cock all at the same time.

With her clothes discarded, she came back to me, her hands on my chest, straddling so that my tip slid between her wet folds.

“Will you let me ride you, Griff?” her earnest eyes gazed at me with sweet longing. “I’m not ready to face this. To face my life… being in a safe house. I don’t know what’s happening… I…”

She was about to panic. A lesser person would have already lost their shit.

“I'm going to get us answers, okay? I promise. We’re going to figure this out. I’m here with you on this.”

I’d fix everything for her.

She shook her head. “Please, help me forget. I’ll face… everything… after. But for now…”

“Use me however you want,” I swallowed the thickness in my throat, immediately haunted by the image of her riding me with reckless abandon, her beautiful, brown nipples bouncing as I pinched, sucked and massaged them.

I had never been on the “ridden” end of things. I did the riding. In the typical dimensions of a relationship where there was a top or bottom, I was unequivocally a top. I was the dom. After my divorce, the preference became even clearer, and stronger because I craved control.

But for her? I’d do anything.

Taz fisted my cock in her hand, her fingers barely touching, as she directed my over-eager little buddy to the entrance he was looking for. With a few purposeful swipes, she let her wetness coat my tip, her brows furrowed as she positioned herself.

She slowly lowered her body, her hips canted back, going down inch by agonizing inch. We both moaned. The first thrust was always special. The first entrance was always sexy as fuck. Hell, I’d even venture to guess that the moment of first entering a woman was better than the moment of release.

But a wicked thought seeded itself in my head as her bare nipples pebbled into little points, her skin flushed pink under the orange setting sun.

Release would be so much better if I was in her to make life. To make a child with my almond eyes, and her cheekbones. A small person, that would have her attitude, and my diligence. A Guerro-Griffith that would become the best Soldier-Spy that the world had ever known.

I opened my eyes and looked up to my woman. Her bare, beautiful breasts were the perfect handful, her shoulders and thighs thick, corded, like the true image of a conquering warrior. She was conquering me. And I would gladly surrender.

She rotated her hips like a fucking dance. My tip pushed against her walls, choking in the feel of her small movements.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as she kept going. Slow, purposeful. Like she was exploring each feeling.

My hands went to my hair, tugging them at the root as I resisted the urge to push her over, and pin her down. To ride her with the reckless, animalistic abandon that I was known for. My fingers flexed, my entire body shook with need as I held myself back.

“Taz…” I groaned, pleading for something.

For what? I wasn’t sure.

“Griff,” she whispered, shutting her eyes so tight they wrinkled in the corner.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I said, my hands coming from my hair, reaching for her face. “Baby?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head, shaking my hands off her in the process. “It’s… it’s too much. This is all too much.”

“What’s too much, baby?” My cock is big. I knew that. I’d be an idiot not to. But if that was the issue, she wouldn’t ride me so deep. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

“I can’t…”

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