Griffin moves himself to the head of the bed so he is on his back, his head supported by a few pillows. Crooking his finger at me as encouragement to follow up on my demand, I crawl to him as seductively as I can manage. Once I’m kneeling by his side, I raise my left leg to straddle him.
“So I know at Heat Haven we got tested so we don’t have to use condoms during your heat. It’s up to you completely, I will absolutely put one on.” He’s so sweet. He might be gruff and crass sometimes, but he has been nothing but a gentleman to me.
“No, I don’t want any barriers. I have an IUD, as required by Heat Haven.”
“Thank fuck.”
His large hands grab my hips tightly, and his eyes roam every inch of my body.
I take that as an okay to grind my slick against his length. I slide firmly against his shaft, and he groans. Once I have fully covered him in my wetness, I put my hand between us to insert him inside of me. Playfully, I rub the tip against my clit and folds before putting him at my entrance.
His palm comes down quickly on my butt and the smack echoes in the room. “Are you teasing me, Emily?”
“Of course not,” I chide back.
“Mmm, sure, looks like you’re rubbing my hard cock against that glistening cunt and not riding me.”
Another ripple of sound rings throughout the room when he smacks my other cheek.
“Let me in that pretty pussy, sweetheart.” Okay, he called it pretty, so I guess I’ll oblige.
I line him up to my entrance and slowly descend his hard length. A shuddered breath escapes my lips and Griffin's hold on my hips tightens, likely leaving bruises where his fingertips touch my skin.
I lean forward slightly and start grinding against him as I ride him. The friction between his pelvis and my clit is delicious.
“You’re such a fucking good girl. Look at you riding my cock. You grinding that cute little clit on me so you can come again, Emily?”
“Yes, you feel so fu-freaking good Griffin.”
“Good girl, were you about to curse?”
“Surely not.”
My cheeks flush and I pick up my pace, riding Griffin faster. My clit grinding against him is going to make me come again, and soon. Griffin's grip moves to my waist as he thrusts into me harder and harder. His length reaches into the warm depths of me and hits that sweet spot that’s going to send me over the edge.
“That's right, milk my cock. I want to feel you come all over me.”
I completely and utterly shatter on top of Griffin. The release is so strong my vision goes hazy for a few seconds. He’s made me come so many times, my body is completely over stimulated. My walls tighten firmly against him and my clit throbs from the amount of attention it received today.
Griffin flips us so that he’s on top of me in a missionary position. His hands fist my hair as his strokes increase in intensity.
“You want my knot, sweet girl?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes, give it to me, please.”
He grunts and places his head in the crook of my neck before relentlessly rutting into me. I let out a scream of ecstasy when his knot swells inside of me, raking my nails against his strong back that will undoubtedly leave marks. He leaves kisses all over my chest and neck as he comes inside of me. His release is warm and I’ve never felt so content and full. Coming down from my orgasm feels cathartic. Like any worries I had have just been solved by copious amounts of orgasms. I kiss Griffin's temple as he pants into my neck, waiting for his knot to reduce in size. Rubbing small circles on his back, I listen to his quick breaths. Sighing when he kisses me on the spot under my ear.
We lay like that for about ten minutes, just touching each other, not talking, just basking in the afterglow of having amazing sex. Once Griffin's knot is completely down, he sits up and looks at me tenderly.
“Shower?” he rasps.
As badly as I just want to pass out right here and right now, a shower is desperately needed. I nod my head in agreement and he takes my hand to lead me to his ensuite.
Chapter six
After we showered, I changed the sheets on the bed. They were soaked in Emily’s slick, definitely planning to invest in those waterproof blankets Emily suggested. That is, if she wants this to be more than just a one time thing. I’d like it to be more, to get to know her better and court her as she deserves.
We’ve been lying in bed for about twenty minutes now. Both of us trying yet failing to fall asleep. I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow. I want to spend all day playing hooky with the little seductress laying next to me. I’m fading into a state of blissful sleep when I notice Emily on her side in the fetal position, whimpering.
“Honey, what's wrong?”
Her voice sounds small and unsure, “I’m fine, it will be fine.”
“Tell me what you need. Do you need me to take you home?”
“I don’t want to go home...It’s just, well, my heat is really close and the need to nest is kinda overwhelming me.” I turn her so she’s looking at me. Fuck, her face is red and her eyes are puffy and watery.
“What are some things I can get for you to make it better?”
“It’s fine Griff, I don’t want to be a bother.”
My eyebrows skyrocket. I want to smack her perky little ass for thinking I don’t want to take care of her.
“Emily, I’m going to take care of you now and during your heat, so I’m gonna need you to tell me what you need.” I try to not let the exasperation show in my voice.
“Oh—okay. If you only have a few of these things, it's fine. I don’t need them all. Like a heating pad, more pillows, softer blankets, and warm socks.”
I kiss her cheek and start collecting all the things on her list. She acted like she wanted me to acquire her an exotic animal, not ordinary household items. Heading into the guest room, I gather all the pillows off the bed as well as the sherpa blanket from the hall closet. I walk back to my room and hand them to Emily. Opening the nightstand next to me, I grab a pair of my thermal socks.
“Feet, please,” I say, as I motion for her to give me her foot.
She blushes over me sheathing her feet with socks, even though I went down on her four times today. Cute.
“I have a heating pad downstairs. I’ll be right back.”
She nods and I walk downstairs to grab the heating pad. Binx stops me in the hallway and threads his body between my ankles. He usually sleeps in my room, so I’m sure he’s pissed and confused as to why he’s been locked out. He looks up at me with pleading green eyes and lets out a little chirp.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell him and he bites on the leg of my sweatpants. “Listen, man, you’ve gotta take one for the team tonight, alright? I’ll hook you up with some catnip tomorrow.”
I’m sure my cat has no fucking clue what I’m saying, but he senses the vibe as he struts away to go sit on his window perch.
I find the heating pad in the office and bring it back up to Emily. Plugging it into the wall by the nightstand, I hand it to her.
“Is there anything else that would make you feel more comfortable, honey?”