Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(14)

With a quick brush of his tongue, he licks me from my entrance to my clit and I’m already writhing for him. His large hands are keeping me steady so he can’t use his fingers inside me. I have the overwhelming desire to have Griffin fully inside of me. I moan at the thought of Griffin filling me and making me beg for his knot. The precise movements of his tongue on my clit are bringing me so close to orgasm, but I need more.

He continues sucking and tapping on the bundle of nerves with his tongue. I’m so close to oblivion I can’t hold myself up anymore. No longer caring about the cold counter, I lay down while he continues his attention on my most sensitive parts.

Now that his hands are free without needing to hold me up, Griffin inserts two fingers inside of me and it’s almost too much to handle. I detonate immediately, my body no longer in my control. The chanting of Griffin’s name echoes throughout the kitchen. It takes a moment to realize the possessed sounds are escaping from my lips. My thighs shake and my breathing is labored. The orgasm feels like it could go on forever. Eventually, I come down from the high, Griffin ceasing his ministrations on my clit.

He has been nothing but completely giving today. I want to return the favor. No, need to, I’m craving him.

He swipes his face against my thigh, wiping a good amount of slick off his face and giving my thigh a little nibble on his way up. I’m so ready to ride this man.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he praises.

Grabbing my hand to help me sit up on the counter, he kisses my jaw and cheek before putting his lips on mine. I taste my release on his tongue and it just amplifies how aroused I am for him.

“Should we go up to your room?” I ask, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

He kisses my forehead and grabs my hips to help me stand on the ground. I’m keenly aware that I’m fully naked and he is still completely clothed. Why is that so hot? There’s a wet patch around the collar of his dress shirt and it makes me blush. He follows my line of sight.

“Well, good call on taking my shirt off in the elevator. Let's get you into my bed.”

He swats my left butt cheek and leads me to the staircase I saw when we first walked in. I climb up the stairs feeling self conscious, knowing full well he’s watching me. My whole naked body is on display for him as we make our way to his bedroom. Another smack to the same cheek startles me when we get to the top of the stairs. Placing my hand in his, he leads me to one of the three doors on this floor.

His bedroom is tidy and large, Griffin’s scent is throughout his house, but in his bedroom it’s like taking a direct sniff from his neck. He has a California king-size bed in the center with a dark blue comforter. It looks like it's stuffed with feathers. Perfect for nesting.

A simple black dresser sits in the corner. On top of it rests his cufflinks and two fancy looking watches. There are a few black and white photographs of Boston architecture hanging on the walls. My eyes are immediately drawn to the Art Deco Dunkin’ Donuts photograph, and it makes me smile.

Two black nightstands adorn each side of the bed. One of them has a cat bed on the top of it, the other hosts a low lit touch lamp. With my hand still in Griffin’s, he leads me over to the edge of the bed. I don’t sit down and instead place my hand on his chest and release my hand from his.

“Can I undress you?”

He cups the back of my head. “Honey, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

Taking that as an absolute green light, I slowly unbutton his shirt. He helps me by pulling each of his arms out of the sleeves and throwing the shirt to the corner of the room. I slide the palms of my hands against his chest. He isn’t overly ripped or anything, but you can tell he takes care of his body. He’s solid, large, and so deliciously masculine. There’s a nice splatter of short dark chest hair along the top of his chest that trails down to his waistband.

He said I could do whatever I want, so I undo his belt and unzip his slacks. I have to pull a little bit to get over his athletic thighs, but they eventually fall to his ankles. He kicks them off in some unknown direction in the room.

He's left with just a pair of grey cotton boxer briefs. There’s a small little circle of wetness from pre-cum and his package looks impressive. Like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, I get to my knees and slowly peel the material down his thighs. His erection springs free and it’s a perfect size. It’s hard and long and has just the right amount of girth to stretch me without it being painful.

I wrap my hand around his knot and give it a tight squeeze. Griffin moans and puts his hand through his hair.

“Sweetheart, you’re fucking killing me. Looking sweet and fucking innocent on your knees for me. I know the truth, though, you like to be a bad girl. Don’t you, Emily?”

Eagerly stroking his length, I reply, “Only for you.”

“Fuck.”

Placing a hand in my hair, he tangles his fingers in my thin strands and directs my mouth towards his length. I drag my tongue from base to tip before parting my lips to take him into my mouth. He doesn’t push my head down, he’s letting me control the speed and pressure. For now.

With one hand still at the base, I continue an up and down motion of taking him deep into my throat. The salty yet slightly sweet taste of him on my tongue makes me hum in approval.

Griffin bucks into my mouth. Removing my hand from his length, I instead hold on to his sturdy thighs. I want him to use me to his content. With a hand on the back of my head, he continues thrusting in and out of my parted lips. My tongue tastes all of him while he glides vigorously down my throat. The noises he makes while reaching his climax are making me obscenely wet.