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Another breathy gasp crosses her lips, and she steadies herself with hands on my shoulders.

“They’re so sensitive.” She says it like it’s a revelation. “I didn’t realize.”

“That you like your nipples played with?” I ask.

“Mmm.” Her hands move along my neck until they’re cradling the back of my head, holding me to her. “No one’s given them much attention before. They’re pretty small.”

“Your breasts are perfect,” I say, sucking one nipple into my mouth while squeezing the other nipple between my fingers. It feels so good to touch her, to know I’m making her feel good.

I play with her there until her skin is slick and pink from the stubble on my jaw before giving the same attention to her other breast.

“Do you like this, Emma?” I ask, still teasing her nipples while lowering my hands to her ass. I wasn’t lying last night when I said it was like a juicy peach. My fingers grip the firm flesh there and squeeze. “Could you come just from me sucking your tight nipples?”

“Ahh.” Her entire body shakes.

I love the way she responds, the tremble in her legs, telling me she’s so fucking turned on. Before she collapses, I stand and scoop her up, then place her on the bed. Standing over her, seeing all of her now, I can’t help but discreetly run a hand over my crotch to adjust the aching bulge there.

The skin of her chest is glistening from my mouth, and that’s nothing compared to the slickness between her thighs.

Moving over her, I place gentle kisses on her collarbone, then give each nipple one more tweak. Emma’s pelvis rocks against me in response.

“I bet you could.” I release her nipple and start a slow descent, kissing every inch of her skin along the way. My tongue dips into the shallow of her belly button before I reach my destination. “But then I wouldn’t get to taste this sweet pussy.”

Emma’s legs have pressed together, likely trying to find friction in her aroused state. I want to see what I’ve done to her.

“Spread your legs wider, Emma,” I demand.

CHAPTER9

Emma

On Griffin’s command, I let my knees fall open. With the warm flesh of my legs parted, the cool air of the room makes me aware of the slickness gathered there. The pool of wetness that started the moment Griffin offered an orgasm to help with my headache.

At this point, a marching band could come through the room and I wouldn’t even flinch. I’m solely focused on Griffin. I’m so turned on I’ll burst into a million pieces if he doesn’t touch me soon. No, I’ll probably burst into a million pieces when he does.

I see how this is an effective hangover remedy.

I lay quietly, trying to stay confident while I watch him indulge in my nakedness, his gaze on the space between my thighs. He lets out a low growl and my pussy clenches in response.

“Good girl,” he says.

Oh, God. Those words do something to me. Or maybe it’s the way Griffin says them, like I’m pleasing him. I love the thought that spreading my legs gives him pleasure. My eyes are on him as he takes in my body. The evidence ofhisarousal pressed against his zipper makes me ache for him. I’m fighting against the urge to rock my hips when he climbs back over me. He presses a kiss against the corner of my mouth, his soft lips a contrast to the rough stubble of his cheek. Griffin is in no hurry as he leisurely peppers kisses along my jaw, down the column of my neck and across my collar bone.

It’s turning me on to the point that I’m now involuntarily grinding my pelvis against his core. He’s still fully clothed, which should make me feel exposed, but it’s the opposite. I feel worshipped.

The way my nipples drag against the soft cotton of his t-shirt reminds me how thoroughly he tended to them.

My small breasts have typically been overlooked during sex. Yes, men have groped them, kissed them, but the amount of attention that Griffin gave them is unheard of. I had no idea how sensitive my nipples could be.

His hand snakes down my front, his touch is feather light, but I feel it everywhere. He drags a single finger down my wet center.

“You’re dripping, Emma.”

I’m squirming now, dying for more friction, but Griffin hooks an arm under one of my legs and holds my hip to the mattress while he uses the thumb of his other hand to spread me. When his tongue swipes up my center, I nearly scream. A strangled moan that I’ve never made before escapes my throat.

“You taste incredible. So sweet.”

He sucks my clit hard, then circles it with his tongue. When he presses a finger inside me, I see stars. He pumps his finger in and out, then adds a second. The feeling of his thick fingers filling me is heaven, but I’m greedy and begin rocking my hips to meet each thrust of his fingers.

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