Page 80 of On The Rocks

He dug his fingers into my ass as he tightened my thighs together before he drove into me.

The tightness matched the emptiness, and I shouted out his name as he bottomed out inside of me again and again. The burn of the friction, the heat of his body on top of me, and the way I was on the absolute edge held me captive in a war between us. The way he held me down and filled me up until I couldn’t breathe around the pleasure unlocked something deep inside me.

I reached back and gripped his neck, my nails digging in until he rolled us onto our sides, and he growled against my ear. “I can't get far enough inside you.”

He was going to be permanently embedded in my body, what the hell was he talking about?

Our fingers tangled and he dragged them both over my pussy, our fingers slick with how far gone I was. But he pressed his fingers over mine to circle my clit as he thrust into me. Then lower so I could feel how we were joined. The heat of us together and the way I was so wet for him. For what we were together.

Then it was just too much.

I arched against him and the angle was wrong. He rolled my hips forward and then it was perfect.

So full.

So much.

Everything.

The orgasm rolled me under into the soft blackness of peace before I had to come back up for air and there was nothing other than Griffin wrapped around me as he rocked against me, lost to his own end.

Toourown end.

He lowered his forehead to my shoulder, our fingers still linked as he locked his around mine on the mattress.

Slick with sweat, overwhelmed, and absolutely demolished, I could barely catch my breath.

“You trying to kill me?” I managed.

He laughed against my back and collapsed beside me as he slid free of me. “Might as well bring you to the same place I am.”

I rolled onto my chest, unable to move.

He slipped away, but came back in a moment, rolling me off the bed.

“I’m dead. You can’t take me anywhere.”

He laughed. “You’ll like this.”

“No, I won’t,” I whined, but I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

He brushed that sweet kiss on my forehead again. “You will.” He brought us into the bathroom and sat me down on the side of the tub. “Just what you need.”

“Oh, a bath? I might drown.” I rested my head against his shoulder and held on so I wouldn’t simply ooze onto the floor.

He laughed. “No, you won’t.”

The sound of the water enhanced my exhaustion. I was pretty sure I dozed off, until he picked me up. Instead of setting me into the tub alone, he stepped in with me and cradled me against his massive body.

The bathtub was extra-large and easily fit us both.

“Do you like a bath?”

“I do.” He drew his hands over my skin under the water. “The stage was brutal, and I learned that water was better than any tour masseuse.”

The water was warm, but not too hot.

“I never had the time for a bath.” I slipped my fingers through the water, cupping it to let it roll down my neck.

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