Then his mouth lightly traced down her belly, and his tongue dipped into her navel, circling it and giving her hints of what was to come. "Oh, lordamercy," she breathed.
"Do you know it makes my c**k hard every time I hear you say that?" he murmured, but continued down his path. "I nearly come undone each time. For some reason, that sweet drawl of yours makes me incredibly hard. It's like I picture your tongue curling over your words, and then I imagine it curling over the head of my cock."
Oh, God, he was a talker in bed. This was destroying her. Maylee's hands fisted in the blankets and she panted, silently begging for him to give her more.
"Ah," he said after a moment, as if he'd discovered something pleasurable, and her breath exploded as her imagination did. "You're very wet for me, aren't you, darling?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice, and a small whimper escaped her throat.
His fingers parted her flesh, and she felt his mouth on her folds a moment later, tongue sliding up and down the damp center of her. "You taste as beautiful as you look," he whispered, and then his mouth went to her clit. His tongue brushed over it, and then he sucked on it, teasing it with his lips.
A tremor wracked through her, growing in intensity. He continued to tongue and suck at her clit, not budging now that he'd found just where she wanted him to be, and the intensity built, exploding behind her eyes. To her stunned surprise, she came in a quick, violent burst, her fingers clawing at his scalp even as her legs spasmed and her heels dug into the bed.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh. Oh, lordamercy. Oh, Griff."
When he'd wrung the last shudders out of her, he lifted his head, lips gleaming from her wetness, and there was a smug, satisfied look of pleasure on his gorgeous face, as if he were proud that he'd been able to make her come so hard. Breathless, she watched as he climbed back up next to her and lay down on his side, watching her recover.
The man looked incredibly pleased with himself.
"Need a moment, darling?" He reached out and caressed her breast, thumbing her nipple casually. He looked as if he had all the time in the world now that he'd satisfied her, but she felt the press of his c**k against her leg.
All this casual control? It was an act. And her Griffin was far too good at acting controlled.
She wanted to make him wild. So she rolled onto her hands and knees and gave his shoulder a push, indicating he should lie back on the bed.
His hands moved to cup her dangling br**sts, and he made a small sound of pleasure in his throat. "You are incredibly beautiful."
"You've mentioned that once or twice," Maylee teased, finding her voice again. She tugged at his undershirt and pulled it up, exposing his flat stomach and the muscles there. She contemplated torturing him in the same way he'd tortured her-endless kisses all over his skin-but his c**k was straining his pants, and she knew he was already painfully aroused. He'd expect her to take her time, just like he had.
But she wanted to surprise him.
So she shimmied down the bed a little, away from those delicious hands that played with her br**sts and began to unbuckle his pants with quick, easy motions. He reached down to help her and she slapped his hand away. "You're mine now. Sit back and behave."
He chuckled, but his hands moved away and back to her hair, fingering her curls. He loved touching her hair, so she had to trust him when he'd said he liked it wild and free.
A moment later, she had his pants undone and pushed aside his zipper. He raised his h*ps so she could slide the clothes down, but she decided on a different tactic, a quicker one. Ripping at the button that held the fly of his boxers closed, she snapped it off and pushed his c**k through the fabric, exposing it.
"Well, hello again," she murmured at the sight of his erection rising up, the crown thick and glistening. "So nice to see you."
And she grasped the base of his c**k and took the head of him into her mouth.
Griffin immediately stiffened on the bed, his entire body going taut. Her tongue swirled around the head, then lightly traced the underside of the crown, exploring him. He was nice and thick, and she was a greedy woman because she loved that he was. She wanted all of him, and just handling him like this was making her ache deep between her legs. She couldn't wait to feel him deep inside her. Anticipating this, she opened her jaw and took him deeper, sucking hard.
He nearly came off the bed. "Oh, bloody hell, Maylee-"
She groaned with pleasure at his response, the rumble in her throat sending another shiver through his body. So she continued to deep throat him, letting her mouth get good and wet as she slid him against the back of her tongue and took him deeper into her throat. She knew she was doing good when his h*ps rose to meet her stroking mouth, and his hand fisted in her hair, as if he were trying desperately not to shove deeper.