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“Take me, Corr, you can play with me all night. I just need you to fuck me.” Griff grinds against my fingers, pressing down until I give in and slip first one then another inside him. I pump his cock with my other hand and watch his ass greedily accepting my fingers as they move in sync with my stroking. Sliding across his soft spot, he groans and a spurt of pre-cum drips from his dick.
“Hmm, I think you’re ready for me, sugar. What do you say?” I tease him for a few more moments, stretching his ass.
“I say, payback’s a bitch, baby.” Griff’s teeth grit when I finally relent and draw my fingers free from him, my eyes transfixed on his hole as it closes tight.
Adding more lube, I’m ready to go. I stroke him lazily, watching him shudder as he holds back his urge to fuck my fist. Lining my dick up, I gently nudge and ease myself inside him. Groaning at the tight heat as he surrounds and engulfs me, I slip inside in one go. I let go of his dick so I can lean over and kiss him.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart, I’ll take it steady.” I whisper over his slack mouth as he embraces every inch of me. Dampening his dry lips, I move up to kiss his eyelids, his brow, and down his cheek before taking his mouth. “Ready for me to move?” I roll my hips minutely but I know he feels it as he pivots his.
We rock together in a gentle rhythm until Griff’s feet slide up the bed and wrap around my ass as his hands tangle in my hair. “Fuck me, Corr.”
I do, I start to pump my hips and plunge deep inside him. Pulling back, leaving only the crown inside the tight ring of muscles. Thrusting in. Repeating it again, and again. Ripples run through his ass as his climax builds, the tremors sending messages to my dick and I know I’m going to come, too.
“Grab your dick, Griff. Stroke yourself for me.” Sweat runs down my chest before it drips onto Griff. I lean down and lick his collarbone, tasting his sweet, soap-scented sweat mixing with his own, unique flavor.
“Don’t need to, you’re doing it, baby. Don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop!” As his orgasm slams over him, his ass clamps down on my dick and I throw my head back, crying out his name as I fire inside him. His chest and stomach are coated with his own release, leaving streaks of stickiness to mingle with perspiration. I don’t think he’s ever looked hotter, cheeks flushed and blue eyes sparkling and chest heaving as he drags air into his lungs.
My eyes snap shut as strong, deep, and heavy emotions race through me as hard as my orgasm did before them. Griff relaxes the grip of his feet around my ass and runs his hands from my armpits to my hips, his fingers stroking softly as he croons quietly.
“It’s all good, baby. It’s all good. I’m here and I’m sorry, but you’re stuck with me.”
My arms bend and collapse onto his chest and a sob tears from my throat, it’s force catching me by surprise as I bury my head in his shoulder. My body shakes as pent-up fear and tears break from me, and Griff caresses me, undemanding and lovingly.
Raising my head from his neck, I try to give him a smile but end up hiccupping instead, the sound bringing a smile to our faces. I peel my body from the sticky mess sandwiched between us and we grimace at the sight and sound as we squelch apart.
“Eww, you made one hell of a mess, sweetheart.” I chuckle.
“I’m blaming you. Move off me, baby, and I’ll get a cloth.”
I lean back and my soft, spent dick slides out of Griff, the sight makes me smile. “I guess I’m to blame for this mess too?”
“Hell yeah, that’s all yours.” Griff rolls out from under me and scuttles off to the bathroom for a cloth.
I hear the running water, “Christ, Corr, how much did you pump inside me?” He laughs as he cleans himself up.
“Hey, if you don’t like the mess, we can go back to using condoms!” I call back to him.
“No fucking way, baby. The mess is part of it.” He laughs as he returns and drops a kiss on my forehead before wiping me clean.
I sorted out the sheets while he was in the bathroom and we lie ensconced in fresh linen. Stretching my arm for Griff to settle his head in the space, I wrap my arm around him and tuck him against my chest. He yawns loudly then chuckles.
“Sorry, baby, I’m beat. It’s been a stressful couple of days. I’m sorry I made you doubt us. I got back here as quickly as I could.”
“Yeah, well, I think I should’ve taken a leaf out of my own book and have called you first to find out what was happening.” I lean in to kiss the top of his head but Griff lifts his face and kisses me instead.
“If you check your phone tomorrow, you’ll know everything, baby. But I’m back, I love you and I’m not going anywhere without you again.”
Then we kiss again and I lie awake, watching Griff sleep as I contemplate how easily I could have lost him. It seems like a very long time before sleep takes me away.