With my cock settled against her throat, she moans again, the vibration making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Yes… Fuck yes… Don’t stop, baby.” I’m nearly whimpering, not even recognizing the sounds leaving me, before she pops off and smiles coyly at me. Then I feel it, one of her soft hands lowering to cup my balls, squeezing and tugging lightly, like she knows exactly how to make me lose my mind. She has a gleam in her eyes, thoroughly enjoying herself.
“Get your mouth back on it, sweetness… Suck me, fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours… I need it, baby,” I tell her, my panting increasing, my limit almost reached.
“You want more?” Biting her bottom lip, her other hand palms my length, gripping me firmly and stroking slowly, keeping me right on the edge, but never letting me fall over. Her hair flows in waves in front of her shoulders, her large breasts playing my favorite game of peek-a-boo from beneath the strands. I'm so wired and needy for her it’s almost embarrassing.
“Please, baby… I’m aching for you.”
She leans forward, her eyes glued to mine, and licks my tip.
“Please… please… please… I can’t. Give me that perfect mouth, sweetness… please…” I’m making no sense. I swear, one more little lick like that, and I’ll come. I need her mouth on me one more time.
She takes me in again, this time deeper.
“Fuuuuccckkkkk…” I groan, wanting to buck, but as she pulls off, she comes back immediately. Bobbing on me once again, like she knows I need it.
“Yesss… like that… Fuck, sweetness… yes.” I start to chant before I can’t take it anymore. “I’m going to come, baby. You ready for me?”
“Mmmm…” Her hands grip on to my thighs, her nails digging in a little as she takes me in until she gags, which becomes my undoing.
I come so hard I see stars. Releasing with a roar down her throat, and she doesn’t move, she doesn’t pull off, she swallows all of me, and if I wasn’t already sitting, she'd have me on my ass.
My fingers thread through her hair, gripping it tight, keeping her close, and I feel her hands relax, massaging my thighs as my orgasm ends and she sits back on her heels as I take a deep breath, feeling dizzy.
“Sweetness. Holy fuck.”
It’s then we hear it. Tommy on the baby monitor, starting to fuss. Our moment is over too soon, but she looks up at me and grins. She stands before me as I swallow down air, her perfect naked body between my legs. Kissing me quickly, my hands find her ass, and I squeeze it. I want to pull her close, have her straddle me, make her come over and over again.
With her eyes alight, her cheeks tinted, the most relaxed and happy I think I’ve ever seen her, she cups my face.
“You alright?” I move my hands, running them up and down her curves, unable to stop touching her. I still can’t believe this woman made a human. She’s so fucking amazing.
“I’m better than alright,” she breathes out against my lips, kissing me again, and I smirk as she pulls away. “I’ll go see to Tommy.”
“I’ll be there in a minute…” I tell her as she pulls away, not wanting her to be up at night feeding on her own. It’s too quiet. Too lonely. I take pleasure in sitting with her, whispering together and massaging her feet. “I’ll just catch my breath,” I tell her honestly, and her smile widens.
I watch her put on her robe and walk out of the room, completely transfixed.
My life has never been perfect. I’ve never been so lucky. But right now, it feels really fucking close.
35
Savannah
I slowly open my eyes and wake. My body is liquid. I feel like I’ve slept for days, which is amazing, considering I haven't had a full night's sleep in what seems like forever. The bed is soft and soothing against my skin, my body sinking into the blankets, and I stretch out, feeling the kinks in my shoulders relax.
But I then pause. Because it’s still dark. The house is too quiet. I roll over and grab my cell from the bedside table and then bolt up.
“Oh my God.” Panic fills me. It's four a.m., and I haven’t heard a peep from Tommy since late last night.
“Tommy!” I scramble to get out of bed, moving so fast my feet get caught in the sheets, and I nearly fall face-first onto the floor. I jump up, the pain in my knee from carpet burn not registering as I grab Griffin’s shirt that’s lying on the armchair, my heart beating out of its chest.
He never sleeps this long. Did he scream for me and I slept so deeply I didn’t hear it? Did something happen to him in the middle of the night? Oh my God, is he breathing! Terror barrels through me like I’ve never felt before. Running down the hallway, I push open the door to the nursery and stop abruptly.
“Hey, sweetness,” Griffin croons, and I blink a few times, taking in the scene.
I’m a panting mess. The shirt is half-on, my hair flying everywhere, and yet here in the nursery, it's a perfect picture. Griffin’s in his boxers and sitting in the armchair. His hair is everywhere, his jaw covered with stubble that’s sexy as hell, and he looks so content, his facial features having softened.
