Griff moaned. He tugged the silk down. It slid along her body and pooled at her hips. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He cupped her left breast in his palm and lowered his mouth. When he licked the hard nub, she jerked in response. He showered her with kisses and suckled on her.
***
She grasped his head close. “Griff,” she choked out as another bolt of electricity shot from where his mouth settled to the ache growing in intensity between her legs.
He continued his sweet torture, giving both of her breasts attention. His big hands caressed her, sliding from her waist to her back, and then her bottom, now to her legs. He worked his thumbs over her inner thighs, growing closer to where she pulsated. The slightly roughened skin on the pads of his thumbs only stirred swirls of desire low and deep in her middle.
Anticipation gathered as he drew near. Impatient, she pulled at the nightie, skimming it up her body and over her head. “In the way,” she murmured, tossing it to the bed. “Kiss me,” she half asked, half commanded.
“My pleasure.”
His low, deep voice strummed through her. In the middle of his kiss, she inched her hips closer to him still and gasped as his hot, hard, long flesh throbbed against her. “Griff! Why does it feel good and hurt at the same time?”
“It’s supposed to. Agony and ecstasy,” he said, now drawing his thumb closer to her. He brushed it over her.
Priscilla’s body jerked. She moaned.
“Again?”
“Yes,” she barely answered. “More.”
He did, with a light touch. Griffin groaned. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so wet.”
His passion fueled hers. His hands touched, caressed, and slid over her.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
Opening her eyes, she stared into his desire-filled gray eyes. His thumb stroked her, dipped inside and returned to tease her. Her pants filled the air. His gaze mesmerized hers as his hands worked magic. Desire swirled, building, then eased, and then built again. He’d had her aching, the pain and pleasure growing inside. “Griffin?”
“Almost there,” he promised.
Just as he said the words, she felt it—the sweet, agonizing explosion. She moaned, loud and long. Heat and white light collided and rained down in and through and all around her.
If he hadn’t been holding her, she’d surely have fallen.
She couldn’t have known how long he held her or when she sagged against him, but all she knew was his arms sheltered her, allowing her to fly and float, and then return to Earth again.
With her head resting on his good shoulder, Priscilla became aware again. His thick hardness still jumped against her, thumping and bringing her desire back to life. She kissed him, trailing her lips over his flesh, up his neck, along his jaw and finally to his waiting lips. “Show me. How do I give to you?”
He groaned against her lips, the vibration making her insides tumble all over again. Gently, he shifted her off him and to her back. He followed, covering her. He paused. “It might hurt, for a little while.”
Her heart turned over; he was still trying to protect her. “It hurts now. It hurts to want you and not know what it feels like to have you inside me.”
His moan echoed through her. Nudging her legs wider, he guided himself into her. He eased in. The fullness of him shocked her, but she tugged at his waist, drawing him in even when it stung. She sucked in a sharp breath and held it, squeezing her eyes shut. He stilled, raining kisses over her face.
The pain eased. “It’s all right now,” she whispered.
He throbbed inside her, fueling the licks of desire reaching out inside her again. They spread when he moved his hips. He coaxed her to join him, teaching her how to move with him in a slow, sensual dance. Their hot breaths mingled as their bodies clung together. His strokes—long, slow, and deep now— caused heat to gather, the flames spreading the fire to encompass her.
“Griff,” she moaned out his name as another wave approached.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said. “Fly with me.”
Priscilla put her legs around him and hugged him close as he sped up. She clung to him, rising higher and higher. Then just as he arched his back and groaned deeply, she burst into white, hot flames, flying high. He joined her.
She had no idea how much time passed, but she was in his arms again, Griff tucking her close to his side. “Damn, Pixie,” he murmured with a smile in his voice. “I never knew what it was like to fly that high.”
Priscilla smiled, a secret thrill rushing through her. “I like give and take,” she said, recalling his explanation for making love to or with someone.