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Chapter Eight
Farlee
I don't know where this strength, this boldness, is coming from, but I'm using it to my advantage. As Griffin kisses me while laying overtop me, I slide my hands up his body until I get to the hem of his shirt. I pull it up, and he breaks the kiss long enough to help me pull it off. I go for the buckle of his belt next, and that's when he pulls away. He looks down into my eyes, and I can't stop the smile that overtakes my face. At that moment, I know exactly where this boldness is coming from. It's coming straight from my heart, demanding I show this man just how much he means to me. How much coming to my rescue, to my dad's rescue, means to me. How he makes my heart beat faster, my knees weak, and other parts of me sing soprano.
“I haven't even taken you on a date yet. I haven't shown you what you mean to me. I should have picked you up, taken you to a nice dinner, bought you flowers. Fuck I feel like I'm fucking this up, rushing it,” he tells me, and I can see the worry on his face. I smile softly at him before grabbing his neck and pulling his mouth back down to mine.
“I'm the one rushing this. I'm a simple girl, Griffin. I just want you. You make me happy, you're an amazing person, and you’ve shown me you got my back. I need you, just you,” I say against his lips in between kisses. He pulls back, and the look in his eyes steals my breath away.
“No one has ever needed me before. Just me.” There is so much pain in his eyes, but around that, almost overtaking it, is… hope.
“I’m starting to think I will always need you,” I tell him honestly. His control snaps. He pulls back from me, going up to his knees before slowly unhooking his belt. I watch his chest move up and down, taking in the ridges of his six-pack. The dips at his hips. When he notices me looking, he shows me an unfiltered smile, and that's when I see it. One dimple on the side of his cheek. He looks so happy in this moment, and just knowing I did that, I made him smile, fills me with such confidence, I can't hold my hands still.
“I need you to touch me,” I whisper, placing one hand between my thighs and running the other one up my stomach before grabbing my breast. I have no clue where this vixen came from. I know it's only ever going to come out for Griffin, and the way his eyes light up and heat encourages me more.
“So tight,” I whisper as I place my finger at my opening.
“Mother fucker. Honeysuckle, you have to stop, or I'm going to come before my jeans are even off,” he says, fumbling with the button and zipper.
“Then you better hurry. I'm on the edge.” I smile wickedly at him and chuckle as he nearly falls over. He finally gets his jeans off, and my chuckling ceases immediately.
“Maybe I was a bit too bold. That thing will rip me apart,” I say, looking at the baseball bat pointing right at me. I swallow hard.
“I’ll put you back together and send you flying through the stratosphere,” he tells me, grabbing his cock and pinching the tip.
“I don't know if it's possible with that thing,” I say, pointedly looking down again at his dick.
Even though I'm a bit worried, I still can't help the wetness that seeps from my core. I can't help but run my fingers through the wetness and lift it to him. He immediately drops to his knees and grabs my wrist, placing my finger into his mouth and sucking. He hums like it's the best meal he's ever tasted, and I can just lay here moaning and rubbing my sensitive nipples as he continues to suck.
“Fuck, too good. I need more,” he says before he slides down my body and dives into my folds. I let out a small scream when his mouth hits my clit, and I erupt.
“That's it, baby. Give me one more. I want your taste on me, in me, I want to fill up on it.” His words send me spiraling into space just like he promised, and we aren't even close to being done. I didn't realize I had my eyes closed until I feel a soft kiss placed on the tip of my nose.
When I look up, I see Griffin giving me an expression full of love. I can see it clearly, and I hope he can see it shining back through my eyes. I look at the tree above us and gasp when hundreds of lightning bugs are dancing about our heads, in and out through the branches and vines on the trees.
“This is more magical than I could have ever hoped for. I need you, all of you, now,” I whisper, bringing my hand up to his cheek and cupping it. I feel him shift until his cock is placed at my entrance. I squeeze my eyes closed, expecting the pain.
“I’ll go as slow as you need, baby, but I need your eyes on me. I need to ensure I don't take this too far or too fast. I need to know you're with me,” Griffin tells me. He’s trying to take care of me to protect me. If I wasn't already in love with him before, I would have fallen then.
“I’m with you,” I whisper as I lift my knees higher, opening myself up for more of him. He keeps himself in control. He doesn't force it or worry about himself. He is completely wrapped up in me and my pleasure. He sinks in again until he reaches my barrier. I smile at him before placing my heels on his ass and jerking him forward.
“Farlee, Shit. What didn't you get about slow? I could have hurt you,” he says as he holds himself deep inside me.
“There was a pinch, but I’ve been bitten by every kind of farm animal I’ve had. It wasn't that bad,” I tell him, trying to ease his tension a bit. It is true, it didn't hurt too bad, but it wasn't pleasant.
“Can I move?” he asks me, brushing the hair away from my face as he props himself up on one elbow.
“Please,” I beg, and he doesn't hold back a second longer. He pulls back before pushing back in.
“Holy shit. I didn't know it would feel like this,” he whispers while rotating his hips. I gasp as he hits my clit and scratches it in just the right way.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask, worried I'm doing something wrong. I’m lying here while he's doing all the work. Does it feel good for him? Does he think I'm too innocent?
“It’s perfect, Honeysuckle. I couldn't put into words how this feels. It's like I’ve been running for eighteen years, out of breath, lost, with no one to shoulder some of the weight. But here, with you, it feels like I’m breathing, like I'm able to relax, like I don't have to run anymore. You put my whole existence into focus,” he breathes against my ear before nipping it.
His words have me building and building until I'm a tight string ready to snap.
“I can feel your walls quivering. If you come, you are going to pull me over with you, so if you want this to last, tell me to stop now,” he says, kissing and biting at my neck.
“We have all night. Don't stop,” I plead, and he meets my eyes again.
“We have all of forever.”
And just like that, I go off, and he follows me. I hope he meant what he said, because he was right about one thing. He is my forever, but am I his?
