Page 69 of Seven Nights

Griffin disappears to the other side of the room. I hear the clink of ice in a glass and the pouring of liquid. He returns to the bed, a tumbler of dark amber fire in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He takes a long pull on the liquor then places the glass on the nightstand. Climbing onto the bed, he rolls me onto his lap and uncaps the bottle.

“Drink, baby.”

I accept the water, grateful for the masculine warmth and love that surround me as the shimmering blue eyes gaze down with a fierce, yet tender, desire. I swallow a few mouthfuls before I push at the bottle. He recaps it then draws me into a kiss. His thumbs stroke my cheeks. My body levitates upward to be closer to him.

Griffin breaks the kiss, his voice raspy as he gives a fresh order.

“On your belly.”

Seeing the dark intent in his eyes, a nervous flutter fills my stomach. My clamped nipples brush against the pillow, paralyzing me. His hand lands on the small of my back and forces me lower.

Taking the dildo from the cabinet, Griffin coats its with a thick layer of lube. He fills my snug ass with patience and care. To distract me from the invasion, his free hand alternates between massaging my lower back and teasing my pussy

Once the toy is all the way inside me, he moves around to the opposite side of the bed. He checks the time on the clock then urges me to lift my upper body so he can inspect the color and sensitivity of my nipples, looking for signs that the clamps need to come off.

Satisfied they can stay on longer, he pops the snaps on the front panel of his leather pants. His cock springs free. I moan and lick my lips. He’s been playing my body for over half an hour, keeping his erection, but not its shape or hardness, hidden from me. Famished, my gaze soaks in the darker flesh covering his cock. I trace the familiar network of veins up the shaft, my attention hooking on the bottom flare of the broad tip.

Another lick and I beg him.

“Closer.”

Griffin settles low in front of me, his legs spread to the side and his ass planted on the mattress. I wrap my cuffed hands around the thick shaft and slowly lick the head. Pre-cum fills the slit, beads thick against my tongue.

He exhales, the sound rough and shaky. I revel in seeing the tremble of his hand as he reaches forward to stroke my hair. Swallowing the tip into my mouth, I swivel around it, my cheeks suctioning. Releasing him with a wet pop, I seductively raise my lashes, the query in my gaze as innocent as it is calculated.

He breathes one word out.

“More.”

Epilogue

GRIFFIN

Balls aching,I watch the sensuous bob of Katelyn's head. My wife's head, I remind myself, an evergreen joy unfurling inside my chest. I comb my fingers through the thick, dark hair, my attention momentarily distracted by the way it spills like silk across her shoulders.

I close my eyes, bite at my lips as she nibbles away at my self-control. I have no intention of coming inside her mouth. Too many months have passed since we have played like this. The long abstinence demands that, when I finally come, I do so inside her lovely cunt.

Feeling my balls draw tighter, I cup the underside of her chin. My breath leaves me long and shuddering but I keep control. Reading my signals, Katelyn retreats along the shaft until just the tip remains inside her mouth.

With the faint fluttering of her cheeks threatening to finish me, I pull free.

Katelyn fights against the pout that wants to form. I slide halfway off the bed, my chest flat across the mattress and my head even with hers. With one palm against the side of her face, I kiss her.

“On your back, love.”

She obeys. I nestle the pillows along and behind her before I move off the bed. With her gaze locked on my body, I give a slow show of sliding the leather pants down my hips, over my thighs and off the tight calves. Wrapping my hand around my erection, I squeeze against the need coiling inside me.

My gaze caresses Katelyn's luscious breasts, the skin flushed with her arousal. It is time for the clamps to come off. The thought of freeing her from them floods my mouth.

Carefully removing the first clamp, I think of all the breasts I have surveyed in life—the ones I sampled, the ones that danced out of reach, the cold and calculating women attached to all of them. Nothing comes close to the intense pleasure that grips me when I see the cherry of my wife’s nipples newly freed from the jewelry.

I massage the aching tip with one hand while I remove the other clamp.

Massaging the second breast, I lower my head to the first nipple. I nose it, my hand busy removing the wrist cuffs. I love sucking on her nipples when the clamps are first off; I love it more when she wraps her arms around me while I do so.

Her hands free, she threads her fingers through my hair and draws me closer to her breast. I latch on, savoring the way her body arches against mine, the way my tongue and lips quickly reduce her to a series of soft moans.

With the dildo still buried in Katelyn's ass, I smooth one hand down her stomach as I switch nipples. With my thumb on the metal clip hugging her clit, I push it down, up, down. My chest swells to match my cock, the same demanding pulse pounding through both.

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