Three Rivers (8 page)

"And what's that?"

"You."

Whoa. What brazen hussy said that?
she asked herself as his answering groan made the muscles in her stomach squeeze tight.

"Shit. You're so sexy Althea. But you're a good girl. I don't have a lot of experience with good girls. I'm not quite sure what to do here."

Althea smirked at him, grabbing his butt and pulling him tightly against her center. "Something tells me you've done this before."

Griffen laughed, "Yes, that's true. And I definitely have lots of ideas of what I'd like to do to you...with you. I meant I just want you to be sure."

It was bizarre to Althea that this man, whom she'd followed to his hotel room after only just meeting him, could tell so easily that she was a good girl. Because he was right — she was one, always had been.

"Yes, Griffen. I guess I've done my best to be a good girl my whole life. I also try to be a damn great woman. But tonight. Now. Here," she purred, enunciating each word with the scratching of her nails up and down his smooth cotton shirt, brushing his nipples until he groaned. "I just want to be...with you. What do you say?"

"Yeah, gorgeous," he said, lightly brushing the fingertips of one hand down her face. Running them across her lips and resting them there. "We can definitely do that."

Althea poked out her tongue and ran it across Griffen's fingertips. On a growl, he grabbed her ass in his free hand — squeezing hard — then releasing it to slide his hand at a painfully slow pace up to her waist. He clenched her to him for a moment and pushed her up against the window with the force of his body.

She slowly looked up into his eyes and for a moment they were simply entranced with each other. He slid his fingers from her face to her neck and rested his hand there.

Energy was humming between them, as if their blood and souls were reaching across the tiny pieces of air between them, electrifying it with desire, want, and anticipation of what was yet to come.

"Are you just going to stare at me all night, stud?" Althea teased.

"I was thinking about it," Griffen whispered huskily, looking in her eyes as he squeezed her ass again and pulled her up so her warm center rubbed against his erection. Her body hummed all over at the pleasure of the tight pressure, fascinated by how hard he felt against her.

"I can't say I would particularly mind, but first, I need another taste, and I want more than just your fingertips this time." Althea dug her soft fingers into his wavy, dark hair and pulled his mouth to hers.

Their lips met and Althea felt like she was in the eye of a hurricane that had sucked her whole world into its vortex. So many years of denied passion and desperate loneliness spun around her in a frenzy, driving her insane. When suddenly, the sensual storm slowed — narrowing and concentrating itself inside of her, and in the exhilarating moment — to a world that was only the two of them together.

Althea's ears were almost ringing, the intensity wrapping around her as she finally let go and simply descended into the sensations,
into him.

Althea was so desperate to expand this new and incredible awareness of his body that she ran her tongue over his teeth, and then dove into his mouth, deeper. Griffen growled again, pulling her hair until she looked at him again.

"Wow," she panted.

Griffen smirked and lightly grasped her jaw in his right hand, pulling her lips closer to his again so that his breath was tickling across her sensitized lips.

"Well put," he whispered. Griffen used his hold on her hair to take over the kiss, running his tongue over her full lips. "Christ, woman, you even taste like cherries, how is that possible?" He kissed her again, then pulled back to say, "Perfect," against her lips, as they caught their breath again. "Everything about you is so fucking perfect."

She moaned at his words and the pressure he was exerting against her feverish skin. He tilted her head to the side and attacked her mouth with a ferocity that had her feeling like she might burst from the sensation of electricity coursing through her fingertips, down to her toes, up to her core. His tongue passed over hers and explored her mouth in a way that made her feel she could barely move from the pleasure.

The few brain cells functioning at the moment sent a lazy message to Althea that she should consider being embarrassed because she was probably going to climax right here, on his black slacks, before they even got to the good stuff. Though it was hard to imagine it getting much better than this.

Althea pulled away, gasping for air and hungrily eyeing the sexy man in front of her. "I wish I could look at more of you." She eased off the glass of the window and yanked off his sport jacket, noticing how smooth the linen felt against her hands.

He grinned. "Excellent idea." And with even more force he shoved down the top of her dress, pushing it just below the rise of her breasts, forcing them upward. Her already upturned nipples pointed directly at him. He wrapped his hands around the sides and placed his lips gently across the dusty rose tips. "No bra?"

"Not much room in this dress to hide one. Is that a problem?" she asked with a smirk.

"Absolutely not. I just can't believe I sat across from you all that time and this little scrap of fabric was all that was between me and these perfect breasts." He licked one breast then the other, repeating the motion, but this time sucking and nibbling on her taut nipples.

She gasped and smiled back at him, "Mmm, my turn." Her hands rested at his waist. "What delicious options. Do I look at what I'm sure is a beautiful chest or go right for the gold?" she asked, stroking up his chest then lowering her slightly trembling hands, just barely grazing the top edge of the distinct bulge in his pants until a frustrated deep groan rumbled from his throat.

The masculine sound was so alien to her ears that Althea paused for a second, swallowing hard. She looked up at Griffen's handsome face, his eyelids slightly hooded with arousal.

The reality of her actions began sinking in and Althea's nerves rattled and zinged rapidly through her veins even as her whole body was humming at the deliriously exciting effect of this contact with his.

She breathed in and let her fingers trail back up his hard stomach and taut chest. So much time had passed since she felt like this — sensual and liberated.

Tonight, she could imagine she was a fully realized woman, defined by nothing more than her own needs and desires. Here, in this moment, there was no tragedy, no loss, only two people reveling in the pleasure they could bring to the other.

The thought of losing this chance was more sickening to her than any doubt could be. She couldn't —
wouldn't
— let herself back out now.

"Gorgeous, if you don't make up your mind soon, I might jump your turn," he threatened with a hard thrust of his clothed erection between her legs.

Althea gasped but grappled within herself to regain some of her composure. "We wouldn't want that, would we? I can't let you cheat. I have to keep you honest. I
am
a good girl, after all," she breathed out, letting herself sink back into the experience.

"That's right, you're
my
good girl," Griffen added rubbing his hard cock against the tiny scrap of material covering her pussy, stroking her legs through her dress as she stood flush against him.

"
Your
good girl, hmm, I like the sound of that." And she did, even if it was just this one night, this felt so good, so right. More right than she'd felt for a long time. With that, she tore at his soft long sleeve shirt and pulled it over his head. "Holy shit," she gasped, when she caught sight of his bronze muscular chest, with a dark trail of hair traversing between his perfect pecs down the ripples of his abs into the slacks she couldn't wait to get off his body. "Griffen, Jesus, you're perfect," she whispered, running a finger back and forth under his waistband.

"You're the perfect one, gorgeous," Griffen said, running his hands up her waist, across her collar bones, between her breasts, finally resting them along the sides of her neck, his fingers reaching into her hair. "But, you won't distract me from my turn." He pulled down her zipper slowly, so the cool metal shocked the warm flesh of her back, then slid her dress down until it pooled at her feet. As he pinned her with his hips against the window she gasped at the chill of the cool glass against her overheated skin.

He looked up and down her body, naked but for a tiny red thong. "You're so fucking beautiful." He cupped a hand on her bare hip and the other against her chin, his fingers wrapping around her mouth and whispered, "So fucking beautiful," and he kissed her hard again.

She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it. He pulled away and she stared at him. She opened her lips, feeling how swollen they were from his aggressive kisses. She shifted her chin slightly, just enough to pull two of his fingers into her mouth, rolling her tongue over them, sucking them in and out of her mouth as she stared into his eyes. It was a sensual promise that made him groan.

Griffen slid out his fingers and trailed them between her breasts down her belly and over her silk covered mound. He slowly moved the material aside and slid his fingers up and down her wet slit.

She grunted anxiously and moaned, "Please Griffen. Please."

"Fucking amazing," he groaned again and knelt down as he put one finger inside of her. The sensations were overwhelming and she unconsciously rocked against his hand. Griffen suddenly removed his finger from inside of her and she whimpered at the loss of his touch.

"Sorry, gorgeous," he said "but you've teased me till I can't see straight. I need to taste you. Now."

He pulled her panties down. "I love this cherry red thong, baby, but it needs to go." He stroked her smooth skin, "You're hairless, gorgeous. I guess you're not
that
good of a girl. I like that. You're so sexy everywhere." He pushed a finger back in her and twisted it around, curving it into the soft front wall of her vagina.

She writhed and he took one of her legs over his shoulder and stared at her. She knew she was wet and ready for him. "Griffen," she whispered.

"I told you, gorgeous, you're my good girl tonight. And I want to take my time." He looked up at her as he placed another finger inside and then licked up the full length of her slit. He slowed his ascent, flicking his tongue against her swollen clitoris until her legs shook and she moaned from so deeply in her belly that she thought he must feel the vibrations against his tongue. He pushed and pulled his two fingers repeatedly inside her. His own sensual promise of what was to come when he finally put his cock inside her.

As Althea's legs began to quiver faster, Griffen increased the pace of his fingers, curving into her most sensitive area. She was gripping his hair so hard she thought he might have a sore head the next day, but she couldn't stop. His tongue quickly flicked over her clitoris, finally sucking until she screamed his name.

Althea fell apart around his fingers inside her, as his other hand grasped her ass so firmly that she was sure she'd have a bruise there the next day, but she didn't care. In fact she hoped —
no, craved even
— for him to mark her and leave her with a physical reminder of their one night together.

He pulled her harder against his tongue that was worshipping her clit. She tensed against a pleasure so intense it felt close to pain until all she saw was light as she shattered on his tongue. She came against his mouth and she could've sworn he murmured something about cherries. He stroked her legs, looking up at her as her chest heaved.

"I could look at you come all night, Althea," he said with more than a bit of reverence in his voice.

"Well, stud, you promise to make it feel like that each time, you got a deal."

"I aim to make it even better, gorgeous."

"Oh shit," she gasped and Griffen barked a laugh, hugging around her waist and burying his nose into her warm mound before he slithered up her body, trailing his mouth, still wet with her juices, slowly up her belly and between her breasts. Althea couldn't stop looking down at his sexy face and body. God, he called her gorgeous, but he was beyond anything she could imagine and he'd made her feel so damn good. It was years since Althea had climaxed with another person. It had just been her hand and mechanical friends since Jack died, making it all the more surprising that she'd come so quickly with Griffen. Christ, she almost came just from taking off his shirt.

He stroked her slowly as he stood. Kissing her, idolizing her body with his hands. He'd put on a condom and was poised at her entrance hesitating, until she begged, "Please, Griffen. Yes."

He smiled for a moment before thrusting inside her. She'd barely collected her breath and her brain from her first orgasm, when the force of his thick, hard cock inside her reignited her climax as though it had never abated. She grabbed his hair and thrust her tongue in his mouth. Mirroring the delicious work he'd done on her with his incredible mouth. Griffen lifted her behind her knees and wrapped her legs tightly around him so he could spin her around and sit her butt on the desk next to the floor to ceiling windows. The rivers flowed beneath her as he entered her intensely and repeatedly. He was big and thick — even bigger than Jack, who'd been substantial — and her unused body had to stretch every time he entered.

"Christ. You feel so good. You're so tight," he whispered against her cheek as she leaned her head back against the wall.

"Er, it's been a while," Althea gasped sheepishly as she looked up into his eyes. He slowed for a moment, his eyebrows raised, then smirked, slamming into her even harder, until her back was arched and her breasts grazed his bare chest. She started screaming his name again. He tilted her chin up until he could look in her eyes and tenderly stroke her cheek, a stark contrast from the intense physical pleasure he'd been relentlessly releasing on her below.

"I like that, baby. I want this pussy and I want you to remember that it’s mine, that right here, right now, it's mine." He thrust again and Althea felt his possessive words driving her crazy. "You feel incredible my gorgeous good girl," he whispered and kissed her tenderly, even as he slammed into her again. She could feel herself spasming and tightening intensely around his cock.