Page 87 of Greed
She inhaled and trailed her touch from her breasts to the back of her neck and plucked the clasp. The dress released and dropped, slithering along her naked skin, erupting goosebumps of pleasure all over. She was left in a strapless bra and matching underwear and, from the look of his kid-in-a-candy-store expression, he loved every inch of it.
“Lilo,” he begged.
“I’m going to touch you first,” she said, looking between his legs. “And then I’m going to ride you.”
“What about you? When will you let me touch you?”
“Later. First, I want to give you this moment, make it pleasurable for you. Tell me how you like it. Tell me how you want it.”
“It has to be about you, too. Please let it be about you.” He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts and she knew from the heat in his eyes, and the way his tongue touched his lips, that he wanted to taste her there.
She wanted that too. God, she wanted it. Her plans were swiftly unraveling with her urge to have him touch her. That look in his eyes. Primal. Hungry. Pure want. She stepped closer. He widened his knees to make room for her. Every nerve ending in her body throbbed with awareness. She was ready for him.
“Take off my bra,” she demanded breathlessly. “Then my panties. Then I want you to lick me.”
He popped her bra off, releasing her heavy breasts, and hovered his lips near them, hesitating, waiting for permission. His tender breath hit her sensitized skin and made her cry out with need.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Start there.”
His mouth landed around her nipple and she moaned in ecstasy as he twirled and sucked and licked and laved. She barely noticed her panties had been removed because her mind was a pure haze of craving. His rough hands slid up her backside to land behind her ribs and tugged her closer with a growl of restraint. That sound was enough to have her fingers spearing into his hair. His mouth popped off and he stared up at her, eyes dazed, jaw unlocked.
“I’m sorry,” she panted and relaxed her grip. “Was that too hard?”
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m good.”
“Sit back on the bed,” she ordered, but reminded herself to keep it slow. His scars were a reminder of the bad experiences he’d had with touch. She wanted to give him better ones. Heavenly ones. “Back until you hit the headboard.”
She watched with burning eyes as he shuffled and sat patiently. Despite his calm exterior, his insides must be turmoil. She could tell from the way his skin pulled hard over every ropy muscle, as though he used every reserve to hold back. Her heart melted. He was being so good with her.
On her hands and knees, she crawled to him, reveling in the way he squirmed as she inched closer and closer to the proud jut of his cock, sitting upright against his abs.
“I want that in my mouth,” she said.
“I want you in my mouth,” he countered.
“Can we have both?”
“At the same time?” He looked conflicted. “I don’t know.”
The sensations might be too much for him. “How about we save that for next time?”
She circled his shaft with her fingers and squeezed gently, then lowered her lips to touch the crown. She held herself there while he adjusted to his rush of awareness. When his twitching subsided, she opened her mouth and took him inside, groaning as the taste hit her. He canted his hips, pushing into her mouth. It drew another moan from deep within her throat and she increased her efforts.
“Too much,” he breathed.
She came off him, concerned, and his eyes were squeezed tight, so vulnerable right now. “Griffin?”
She didn’t want to hurt him.
“Condom,” he bit out. “Side-table.”
In the drawer of the metal side-table, she found what she needed and ripped the foil packet open.
She rolled it onto him. “You feel everything intensely, don’t you?”
“It’s a curse and a blessing,” he laughed painfully. “First time sex is the hardest. The next is easier. Better.”
“The next?” she grinned wickedly. She liked he was thinking the same things. “Already imagining more?”
