Page 33 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“That sounds fantastic. I don’t live far from here. Want to have me for dessert?” I offered, eyebrows waggling. The last action I’d had from something not made of silicone was his hand.
Grif licked his lips. “Kitten, I’d love to.”
Chapter Ten
Verity
“Are we alone?” Grif asked as I led him into my dark apartment. He’d taken me to a cute little Thai place. The easiness had remained as the heat between us continued to build.
It lapped at me like flames threatening to consume me.
I flipped on the living room light so no one tripped. “Her curfew isn’t until midnight–which means she’ll be here at 11:58. Would you like something to drink? All I have is milk, apple juice, flavored seltzer, and a bottle of white wine. Oh, and some peach bourbon I stole from my sister.”
Putting my crutch in its usual place by the door, and toeing off my shoes, I entered the kitchen, which only had the sink lighton, and took down two glasses. I should show a little hospitality before we fucked.
His hands circled my waist as he came up behind me. “I want a taste of this.”
Turning into him, our lips crashed together, like waiting one more moment to kiss would lead to the downfall of humanity.
Grif peeled my leggings off me while we continued to kiss. He tasted of Thai food. Sweet whiffs of his desire surrounded me as his rain scent intensified.
“You’re not wearing panties. Good little kitten,” he murmured, picking me up and tenderly laying me across the little kitchen island.
He pulled me so my bare ass lay flush with the edge of the counter. “I’m going to make you dessert. Is there anything I need to be conscious of with your leg?”
“I don’t know. The last action I got was with you. This should be fine. So should you taking me up against the wall. Me bending down and holding my ankles while you have my ass might be a challenge. I’ll let you know if anything hurts by usingyellow.Redis hard stop. That goes for you, too. If my pussy is suffocating you, tap me three times.” I replied, heat and anticipation coursing through me.
I might like someone else to take charge, but I wanted everyone to be safe.
“Oh, Kitten. I do hope you suffocate me.” Grif ran a hand up my leg, sending shivers of delight up my spine.
Grif kneeled on the kitchen floor. Licking his lips, he spread open my legs and buried his face between my thighs. His beard tickled as he ate me like I was the tastiest dessert at the finest restaurant.
A whimper escaped my lips.More.Everything spun as pleasure devoured me.
“Look how wet you are for me, Gorgeous. You taste delicious, like having a sweet drink at the beach.” He gave my needy slit a long, hard lick.
“Eat me like dessert, Tiger,” I gasped, writhing on the counter. The nickname just slipped out, but with his ferocity, yes. If I was a kitten, he was a tiger.
“My pleasure, Kitten.” His tongue teased my inner lips as one hand toyed with my inner thigh.
“Oh, look, a tattoo.” He licked the flower tattoo on my inner thigh, then his teeth nibbled my clit.
I squirmed as he sucked hard on my clit, back arching. “Please, take me.”
“You’re so beautiful. Come apart for me. I’ll catch you,” he murmured into my pussy, slipping two fingers into my aching cunt.
This. This was what I needed. I needed a man to adore me, love me for who I was–and in return, I’d do the same for him. I squeezed the fingers in my pussy as the ache inside me built.
“That’s it, squish me good,” he whispered, his mouth continuing to tease me. “Make all those adorable noises as you come.”
His tongue flicked my clit again as a third finger entered me. Sheer bliss filled every inch of my body. Sparkles burst behind my eyes as those fingers curled. Pleasure overloaded me and I let everything go.
For a moment, his head rested on my leg as his hands caressed my thigh as my body trembled.
I’d enjoyed being made dessert. On the counter.
“Beautiful.” Standing, he gently pulled me up off the counter into a sitting position. His beard glistened with my pussy juices, and he tugged me to his chest, my head resting on his shoulder.
