Page 27 of No Going Back
Was it a terrible idea? Yes, probably. Was she going to regret it in the morning? No, unlikely.
Griffin’s nostrils flared. “Say it again.”
“I want you,” the words came easier the second time, “to fuck me.”
To her surprise, and also enjoyment, Griffin didn’t make her ask a third time. Instead, he yanked at the waistband of his jeans, managing to get them open with one hand before shoving them just past his hips to reveal the most attractive cock she had ever seen. It was thick and long with a perfectly flared head that disappeared into Griffin’s fist as he worked it down his length in tight, steady strokes.
He leaned down to catch one nipple in his mouth as he dragged his delicious dick along her seam. Dianna lifted her hips, encouraging him to give her what she wanted.
And Griffin didn’t disappoint.
In one swift thrust he sank deep, filling her completely in a move that stole her breath.
It had been so long since she’d been intimate with a man. Even longer since she’d wanted to be intimate with a man.
But she wanted this man. Desperately. So much so that she reached around, sinking her fingers into his ass to pull him closer, resisting the urge to acknowledge any of the shame trying to ruin this moment.
There was nothing to be ashamed of. She was a grown woman. He was a grown man. Everything that happened between them was consensual.
It was also proving to be way more than she bargained for.
Griffin gripped her behind one knee, lifting her leg to the side in a way that allowed him to sink deeper into her body. Deep enough that each thrust rubbed her in a spot that curled her toes and stole her breath.
“There.” Griffin shifted above her, bracing on his knees as his free hand worked her nipples, teasing one before moving to the next. “That’s the right spot, isn’t it, Di?”
She could only whimper. Speaking at this point was completely beyond her capabilities. All she could do was lay there and try not to turn into a puddle of quivering goo.
“I want you to remember this. Every time you’re in this kitchen I want you to think of this minute.” Griffin leaned in, changing the angle of his body so it hit both that magical spot inside her and her clit with each body-bouncing thrust. “I want you to think of me fucking your pussy. I want you to remember how good it felt.”
Griffin’s hand wedged between them, fingers working against her clit as he started to move faster, each slap of his body into hers making her tits and thighs jiggle.
It was too much—more than she’d ever imagined sex could be—and it made it impossible to delay the inevitable, no matter how much she wanted to drag it out. Her climax hit hard and fast, possessing her body completely, overwhelming her to the point there was no controlling her movements or the sounds she made—most of which would probably make her blush when she thought back on this moment.
And she would think back on this moment.
Not just because of the reasons Griffin listed, though those were part of it. She would think back on this moment as the first time she had sex without worry. Without obsessing over what the man on top of her was thinking.
If he noticed the dimples in her thighs.
Or the stretch marks on her boobs.
If the softness of her stomach grossed him out.
For the first time in her life, she was in a place where she could accept that the man fucking her within an inch of her life was turned on by her dimpled thighs and her stretch marked boobs and her soft stomach.
As he should be. Because she was a fucking goddess.
And it turned out goddesses had really good sex. Sex where one orgasm accidentally led right into another.
The second climax took her completely by surprise, moving through her body like a lightning strike as Griffin yanked his cock free, pumping it with one hand while the other rubbed at her clit, dragging her pleasure out as he came across her stomach, the lines of his cum hot against her skin.
It was the most intense interaction of her life.
Immediately followed by the most awkward one.
Because what did a woman say to the man who just saved her from a squirrel and then fucked her brains out?
Apparently it was, “Do you want a coffee for the road?”
