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Corrie slides further down the headboard and lets me lean over him. It gives me more control and I slide in and out of his mouth. Then, leaving only the crown in his mouth, allowing him to flick his tongue over and around it, I am so sensitive I cry out at the slightest touch. God, he is a master at this. Reclining further, I slide deeper and pump in and out until I feel the prickle in my spine again. This time Corrie lets me have it and I start to thicken as his suction increases.
“Fuck! Yes, oh my God! Yes!” I bellow as I pour into his throat and mouth. My dick softens and I pull out before collapsing on him. Corrie’s strong arms wrap around me as I kiss him, tasting my cum as my tongue tangles with his, then I suck it into my mouth, groaning at the flavor.
I pull away and roll onto the mattress, my hand resting over my chest as my heart beats ferociously while I come back down to earth. Corrie grabs the covers and pulls them over us before dragging me against his body and folding around me. It takes mere moments to fall peacefully asleep.
Waking up still wrapped around Griff’s body makes me smile and I kiss the back of his neck as he sleeps. The last week has been a rollercoaster ride for me, we have slept together but not as connected as we are this morning. Has finally giving in to my heart made me feel so much more? I don’t know. Yes, I do: I feel more alive, more centered. I believe I am falling in love with this man, he makes me feel so much. I’m not going to doubt his feelings or his words, I’m not going to doubt my own either.
Griff begins to wake up as his body stirs in my arms. Dropping another kiss, on his shoulder this time, my tongue slides slowly over his warm skin. The taste of him explodes in my mouth, making me lick up his neck to the sweet spot behind his ear. Starting to twist in my arms, I open them to give him more room to turn.
Griff’s eyes flicker as he opens them and focuses on me. “Good morning, sweetheart.” I murmur and watch as a lazy, sleepy smile covers his handsome face.
“Hey, baby.” Griff’s voice is still thick with sleep, but his eyes sparkle. “I like waking up like this.”
“How are you feeling? Not too sore?” I really want to take him again, but need to know if I can.
Griff stretches his body, assessing any sore spots. “Well, my ass feels thoroughly used, but damn, it’s a good feeling.” Winking, he pushes my shoulder so I collapse against the mattress. “I think I’m good to go another round.”
Running his hand down my length, Griff sends tingles over my body and goose bumps pebble my skin. With his hand stroking through the line of short hair trailing down to my dick, Griff leans over and sucks on my nipple before scraping his teeth over the now tight bud.
“Fuck, that feels good!” I gasp, my hands slide through his hair as his mouth continues to torture me. When his hand grabs hold of my cock, my back arches and I can’t stop the groan bursting from me. His hand tightens around my shaft as he pumps slowly up and down the length. On the upstroke, his thumb slides over the crown and spreads the pre-cum as it leaks from my slit.
I know what’s coming as Griff’s mouth travels down my body, his tongue dipping in and swirling around my belly button. I feel the burn of my climax spreading up and through my veins.
“You need to stop that, Griff, or it’ll be over way quicker than you want it to.” I huff the words out as he continues to pump his hand up and down, the way the pressure and speed alternates sends the synapses in my brain into hyper drive!
“Really? Fuck yeah, shoot your load!” Griff ducks his head down to swipe his tongue over the crown and teases the slit.
I groan again, louder this time as the tip of Griff’s tongue flicks rapidly over my ultra-sensitive head. “Please, Griff, please. Let me come!”
Griff looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and his mouth hovering over my aching cock. “Come for me, baby.” His tongue flicks one more time before I burst, my body erupting ribbons of ejaculate over my stomach and chest.
Griff’s groan is as hard and desperate as my own. Sitting on his heels quickly, he clasps his cock and comes over me, panting hard. Collapsing, he smiles then leans over to kiss me. “I’ll get the cloth.” With a wink and another kiss, he jumps out of bed and heads to the bathroom.
“Leave it, Griff, let’s shower.” I reach for my crutches and swing my legs over the edge. As I make my way to the bathroom, I see Griff staring at the floor, scratching his stubble-covered chin. “What’s up?”
“I’m just working out how to go about changing the flooring in here. I guess I won’t know until I call someone to come and take a look.” Griff smiles and looks down at my chest. “Yep, shower-time.”
“Why do you want to change the floor? I’m not sure Troy will want you to do that.” I step inside and one of my crutches slips and I almost lose my balance.
“That’s why.” He points at my stick. “One slip and you can go down and really hurt yourself. I’ve taken a look into it and there’s plenty of non-slip floor coverings and tiles that will help you move around in here. I’ve spoken to Troy and he agrees and is happy for us to change it.”
“Oh, really? You thought you’d do all of this without asking me if I want it changed? I like these tiles, I don’t want them changed.” My voice is low and quiet, I’m furious about him doing this without asking me.
“You’re kidding me, right? Why the fuck would you want to keep something that has the potential to cause you to hurt yourself?”
“I’m careful, I have my routine and it works just fine.” I grumble.
“Yeah right, sure it does. You’ve just slipped now, how many other times have you almost fallen?”
“Stop overreacting, Griff, the floor is fine. Just leave it alone.”
“No.” He shakes his head and stalks past me to start the shower.
“You don’t get to decide what’s best for me, Griff.” I step in under the water and rest my ass on the stool.
“Troy is pissed he didn’t think of it. No one wants to see you hurt because of something that can be easily fixed.” Griff steps in and stands in front of me. “Please, baby, just be sensible about it. You know how dangerous it can be. What if I’m not here and you fall? How do you think that’s going to make me feel, knowing that I could have done something to prevent it?”
“I’ll think about it.” I pick up a wash cloth and my shower gel and start to wash. I know Griff well enough to know he’s not going to drop it.