Chapter 17

ZAINAB

~Is this really happening? Is he actually touching me?~

My knees are raised, my feet spread apart, allowing Griff to see ~everything~.

I would be mortified if I wasn’t so turned on.

His hands grip my calves and slowly slide upward to my knees.

His eyes are locked onto my pussy, his lips slightly parted. There is so much hunger and want in his gaze that I have to stop myself from squirming.

He’s always such an enigma, such a closed book, but right now his thoughts are obvious.

~He wants me.~

I feel high on this knowledge. I have dreamed of this moment so many times, prayed that he wants me as much as I want him.

It’s hard for me to get my head around the fact that this is actually happening.

Griff’s hands creep higher up my thighs to the spot between my legs. His thumbs slowly trace my groin on either side.

“So fucking sexy,” Griff mutters under his breath, his accent thick.

Eager to please him, I spread my legs wider.

He curses and rubs his thumbs up my labia, stroking each lower lip. I inhale sharply as he pulls them apart, exposing my inner folds.

“You’re so wet,” he says huskily, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

He drags his index and middle fingers down my folds to my hole. He circles it with his pointer finger and slowly pushes inside.

A low groan resonates at the back of his throat.

“How are you so tight?” he mumbles to himself.

My eyes lock onto the enormous tent in his slacks. I lick my lips at the thought of what he is hiding in there.

~Will he be circumcised? I think a lot of Americans are. Will he be big? Slightly curved? Shaved, trimmed, wild? Pierced?~

Questions run through my mind as I watch him play with me, awe on his face.

“Lie back, Zee.”

His soft murmur works through my rushing thoughts. I quickly obey.

With my body splayed out like this, he can push farther inside me. He bends his finger, hooking it and rubbing something in me that makes me gasp.

“Oh!”

A slow smile spreads over his face. “There it is.”

He pulls out his finger and adds a second. He curls them both inside me.

My back arches off the bed. My fingers dig into the covers, bunching them up. I don’t know what he is doing to me, but his fingers are making my toes curl.

I can only assume that he has found my elusive G-spot, something I have never found myself.

Griff moves closer, looming over me as he works his fingers in and out of my pussy.

I’m so excited and sensitive to his touch that each time he pushes in or out, my pussy makes a wet, squelching noise.

I would be more embarrassed if he wasn’t so turned on by it.

His eyes are dark with desire.

“You are so fucking wet for me. I fucking love it,” he growls.

His mouth is on mine before I can even form a response. His lips are insistent, kissing me passionately.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Griff kisses me effortlessly, like it’s as simple as breathing, but also like he can’t live without it.

It is clear from the way he moves his mouth that he knows what he is doing, yet he strikes me as the kind of man who doesn’t kiss very often.

Or at least, he is very intentional about whom he kisses and when.

I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted.

With his two fingers still wedged inside me, he presses his thumb against my clit and rubs it in a circle.

I roll my hips against his hand.

He looks down into my eyes as he plays with my body, an orgasm building inside me. I start to tremble.

“Are you going to come, Zee?”

His breath hits my collarbone, and an almost violent shiver rips through me.

“Yes,” I moan and arch my back.

My fingers dig into his arms. I grip onto him and beg, “Don’t stop, Griff. ~Oh, fuck.~”

My climax hits hard and fast. Griff uses my own juices as lubrication to rub tight circles around my clit. He gets faster as I ride the blissful wave, moaning uncontrollably.

I buck against his hand, no doubt making a mess as more juices drip down to my asshole.

The muscles in Griff’s arm bulge and flex as he works his hand skillfully between my legs.

“Come all over my fingers, Zee,” he urges me, his voice gruff. “You look so pretty when you come.”

My climax finishes with a final shudder. I fall back limply, my body trembling with aftershocks.

Griff ducks his head and peppers kisses all over my face. I let out a giggle as he kisses my closed eyelids.

He pulls his hand from between my legs. Already guessing what he is going to do, I open my eyes and watch him lift it to his mouth.

He sucks my juices off his fingers, humming in approval. His eyes glint with mischief, an emotion I’ve never seen on his face before.

“You taste good,” he murmurs and then chuckles.

I feel the vibration through his chest. I wrap my arms around him, then my legs, drawing him close.

I kiss his cheeks the same way he littered my face with kisses.

He chuckles softly as I move over his face. It’s an intimate thing to do, very different from the purely sexual way we have been acting up until now.

My lips graze over his. He takes control the moment our lips meet, kissing me with the same heat that he did earlier.

I slide my hand over his erection through his slacks.

“Take these off,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his as I speak.

As his tongue enters my mouth, I feel him undoing his slacks.

A smile plays on my lips as he’s left in his socks, but I quickly take interest in the large penis resting between his enormous thighs.

With a giant, brutish body like Griff’s, it stands to reason that his penis would look small in comparison. But Griff’s dick is big; it looks perfectly proportional.

As soon as his socks are off and he’s as naked as I am, I reach out and run my fingers along the length of it.

It twitches beneath my fingertips, making me smile.

I climb off the bed and sink to my knees. Griff watches me with wide eyes as I push apart his legs so they are wide enough to fit my shoulders.

Sliding my hands up his thighs, I keep my eyes locked on his erection. He is circumcised and covered with thick veins.

A small drop of pre-cum is leaking from the tip. I lean forward and stretch out my tongue to taste it. Salty and tangy.

~I want more.~

Stretching my mouth open wide, I take as much of his dick into my mouth as I can.

When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I buy myself some time by licking the underside. Then I relax, take a deep breath through my nose, and go in for the kill.

His penis pushes down my throat, fighting the tightness. Griff grunts in satisfaction.

Pulling back, I lick my lips and go in again. I do this over and over, sucking my cheeks in to increase suction.

Griff’s hands settle down on my shoulders and hold on tight. I can tell he wants to put his hands in my hair, but he’s holding back.

I take his hands from my shoulders and put them there. With my encouragement, he digs his fingers into my hair and scrapes his nails over my scalp.

His hips are flexing, pushing his dick farther down my throat. I don’t mind, though. I want him to fuck my mouth. I want him to take his pleasure, like how I took my pleasure from his hand.

We can do this for each other; we can make each other feel good.

“Zee, I’m going to come. You need to stop if you don’t want me to finish in your mouth,” he says, sounding strained.

I open my eyes and look up at him. His head is hanging forward, his pupils blown as he watches me with pure lust. His mouth is slack, lips parted.

He looks so hot on the edge of losing control.

Without answering him, I suck harder, telling him that I don’t mind. He groans and flexes his hips again.

His hands grip my hair tighter, and he lets out a hiss before warm liquid hits the back of my throat. I swallow reflexively, and then another load comes.

Then another.

Then another.

He fills my mouth.

I wait until he has finished, and then I swallow everything. I lick my lips to make sure nothing has escaped.

Griff releases his hold on my hair. He gently takes my chin in his hand and tips my head back so I look up into his eyes.

His thumb drags over my bottom lip.

“You are perfect, Zainab.”