Page 127 of Unexpectedly Mine

My pelvis rocks forward. The only thing between his leg and my clit is the tiny scrap of my silk underwear. God, it feels so good to press into him. It reminds me of our Twister game. How good it felt that night to feel him between my legs. It’s even better now.

“I love the way you move your body against mine.” He licks my clavicle. “The heat of your pussy against my thigh.”

His hands continue their way down my ribcage and over my hips, until he reaches the hem of my dress. The moment he lifts it up and over my head, the coolness of the surrounding air rushes over my heated skin. He tosses my dress aside. I’m already braless due to the cut of the dress, so now I’m propped up against the wall, naked except for a thong and my beige heels which are conveniently giving me extra height.

“Look at you.” Griffin leans back to take me in. One hand moves up to hold the weight of my breast. His thumb lazily circles my hardened nipple and my back arches into his touch. “You’re perfect for me.”

His head dips to my chest, his warm mouth closing around my nipple. When his teeth graze my sensitive peak, I cry out.

“I know how much you like it when I suck these.” He uses his thumb to smooth over the wet peak while his mouth moves to my other breast and starts licking me there.

“More,” I tell him, arching into him, loving the feeling of his mouth on me. I want it everywhere.

Instead of more, he pulls back.

He removes his thigh from between my legs, taking with him the friction that I was enjoying. But then, he hooks his fingers in my underwear and begins to slide it down my legs as he lowers in front of me. With his eyes on mine, he lifts my left leg over his shoulder, then kisses the inside of my thigh.

“Mine,” he says, the word equal parts possessive and reverent. My heart trips over itself, my vision blurs with the emotion that this moment is conjuring.

But a second later, the friction is back. Now in the form of his tongue licking up my center.

“Fuck, I love how ready you are for me, Mrs. Hart. How sweet you are on my tongue.”

Griffin’s hands move up my thighs to grip my hips, pulling me against him. His fingers splay, digging into the flesh of my ass to hold me tightly against his mouth.

And then, he fuckingdevoursme.

He worships my clit. His rhythm is perfection, the pressure, flawless. My husband knows what I like. What will have me coming on his face in a minute flat.

This position takes my breath away. The way he pulls back to look up at me with adoration, his lips coated in my wetness. His eyes briefly locking with mine as his hand dives between my legs. Then, with two fingers hooked inside me and a swirl of his tongue, I’m done for.

Boneless from my orgasm, Griffin lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed, sliding my shoes off as he moves. My back hits the bed, then Griffin’s pants hit the floor. A moment later his boxer briefs.

I rise to my knees, meeting him at the edge of the bed. Our previous interactions, while filled with pleasure, were quick, urgent. I’ve seen his body, touched him, but not like this. Every inch exposed.

Griffin’s right. We should savor this. Make it last.

I reach out to fist his erection. Griffin dips his fingers between my legs, then guides his fingers, wet with me, down his length.

“Just like that.” He groans, rocking his hips into my fist.

I look up to find him watching every stroke.

His eyes are hooded, but still watching as I glide my thumb around his tip, spreading the precum that has accumulated there. I lower down, replacing my thumb with my lips, letting my tongue taste him.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Between my thighs, wetness pools as I listen to Griffin tell me how good it feels to be in my mouth. How well I suck his dick and how beautiful I look with my cheeks hollowed out, taking every inch he gives me.

I’m sucking him hard, wanting to push him over the edge like he’s already done to me, but he doesn’t let me finish. He pulls out of my mouth and presses me backwards until I collapse on the pile of pillows behind me.

“I need to be inside you.”

I nod eagerly. “Yes.”

His palm skates over my stomach, his fingers teasing between my legs. Two fingers filling me, stretching me so good.

“I’ve waited so long for you. I want you bare. Nothing between us.”

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