Page 47 of Playing Hard to Hate

His eyes searched mine, something deep and unspoken passing between us before he finally closed the distance, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that stole the breath straight from my lungs.

I shifted beneath him, suddenly desperate to feel his hands on me, to replace the space between us with warmth, with heat, with him.

“Griffin,” I whispered, reaching for him. “Don’t make me beg.” My voice was a mix of impatience and need. I knew it was going to hurt. I’d read enough to prepare myself for that, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get past the pain, to reach the pleasure waiting on the other side.

He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine as he exhaled a shaky breath. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles over my hip, grounding me even as my body hummed with anticipation.

“I just…” He lifted his head, eyes burning into mine. “I don’t want to hurt you, Tate. I’ve never been with a virgin before, and I would hate myself if I hurt you.”

I hated that he’d been with others, but I knew that before I got into this relationship with him. My heart clenched at the way his voice roughened, thick with emotion. I reached up, cupping his jaw, my thumb grazing over the stubble lining his cheek.

“I know,” I whispered, my voice softer now. “But I trust you. ”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hesitation warring with his desire.

“You just have to go slow at first,” I continued, letting my fingers trail down his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my touch. “I need you to believe that I want you. And I’ve never wanted anyone before. You were always supposed to be my first. ”

Something in his expression cracked then, his resolve slipping as his lips crashed into mine, swallowing the soft gasp that escaped me. His hands mapped every inch of my body, slow, careful, worshipping.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised against my lips. “Always.”

While he was devouring my mouth, his hands moved slowly down my body, fingertips just grazing my skin until he was down there .

I fought the embarrassment. I’d only touched myself a few times and had only dreamed of this moment, but now being in this situation was completely different.

Griffin Silver was going to finger me, and if he didn’t touch me in a second, I was going to do it for him.

His touch, like butterfly wings against my skin, was slow and hesitant. I found myself arching into him because I wanted him to touch the spot .

“I’m going to touch you now, Tate,” he groaned, just as one finger slipped between my lips, and we both heard just how wet I was.

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet,” he groaned again, and I wanted to come from just one finger.

“I’m going to destroy this tight, wet pussy, Tate.

You will only ever want my cock after tonight. Are you ready for that?”

In my wildest dreams, I never imagined he’d be this confident, this commanding. The way he took control, the intensity in his voice, it excited me in ways I couldn’t even put into words. He was nothing like I expected, and I couldn’t help but be drawn in deeper.

“Fin, I’ve only ever wanted you,” I whispered, and he groaned again, a deep rumble from his chest.

“Careful, kitten,” he warned.

“Scared I might sink my claws in you and never let go?” I teased as he added another finger, making me gasp at the intrusion in the most delicious way possible.

“The only thing scary about you is that it feels right.”

His hands were steady, his touch sending waves of heat through me. Each movement was deliberate, purposeful, like he was memorizing every inch of me. I never imagined it would feel like this, so raw, intense, but gentle all at once. My heart raced, my body betraying me in the best possible way.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Beautiful like the only flower in a desert.”

I smiled, looking away for a split second, but when I looked back up, we locked eyes for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t tell if this was actually happening or if it was another dream. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. It sent a shiver down my spine.

And, for the first time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Everything I had gone through led me here, to him .

Every emotion possible was flooding me in the most breathtaking way.

“I want you to come, Tate. Come all over my fingers,” he whispered, his fingers stroking out my first orgasm from a man.

I thrashed against this touch, my whole body on fire as his name fell from my lips on a never-ending moan.

He pulled his fingers from my pulsing pussy, the aftershocks of my first orgasm rolling through me as he brushed his lips against my cheek and slowly approached my ears, sending shockwaves through my brain.

I felt the energy off his body radiate through mine. “Tell me when it’s too much. We can go as slow as you want,” he whispered.

He was giving me the lead.

Did I go on top?

Do I touch it? His cock?

A rush of emotions came over me as I just blushed, my nerves getting the better of me. Still brushing against me, he began to take my hand and gently placed it above his stiff, hard cock. Electric shocks shot through my arms yet again.

Every touch was as if he was bringing another part of my body to life.

His lips trailed down my neck to my breasts.

His hot breath sent chills down my spine and across my skin.

Goose bumps spread all over my body as he slowly placed the tip of his big, hard cock at the entrance of my pussy, sliding it back and forth over my wet lips in a slow motion.

The covers slowly slid higher up as he covered our bodies, cocooning us in our own warmth. Griffin was on top of me, invading every single one of my senses until he was all I could think of and feel.

Time froze for a few seconds as I stared at his beautiful hair, sinking my fingers into its short length.

His lips ever so slightly pressed against my lips. So warm. So perfect. He slid his cock inside so slowly. There was a buildup of pressure, a pain I couldn’t escape as he continued to invade my most private area.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he moaned as he pushed further inside. I wanted to scream, beat against his chest, and beg him to stop, but I knew this was going to hurt.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and he pressed a kiss on my temple. “You’re so beautiful, Tate. So perfect.” He stilled, letting me get adjusted to his length, to the feel of him inside me.

He kissed up and down my neck and slipped a finger down to my clit where he flicked it softly .

I began to shake, and I knew I was about to orgasm.

“Come, baby. Come all over my cock,” he growled, voice low, and I exploded.

“You okay?” he asked.

I could barely muster the energy to reply. All I could think about was wanting him to make me come again. My body was spiraling out of control.

I grabbed his back, nails digging into his skin. “I’m okay. Please do it again.”

His big cock slowly glided against the walls of my pussy, slowly moving back and forth, ever so slightly, to get more depth, sinking deeper with every thrust.

“Tate, fuck, you…you’re so tight.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned.

“I love you, Tate,” he groaned on a thrust, all the way inside me.

I didn’t know what to say.

I was shocked and beyond happy yet totally confused and distracted all at once. I had loved this boy for so many years and dreamed of this moment.

Nothing mattered at that point.

He was mine, and I was his.

“I’m going to come, baby.” He dropped his forehead to mine on a low groan, and then I felt it, his warmth filling me in what had to be utter perfection.

He pulled out a minute later, after catching our breaths.

My blood, mixed with his cum, slowly dripped onto the sheets.

“Let me handle this,” he softly whispered in my left ear. Graciously and effortlessly he pulled away from my body.

Is it over? Are we done?

“Come here, kitten,” he said playfully as he grinned and directed me away from the blood-stained sheets. “Go take a shower. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I couldn’t help but wonder… Was I any good?

Did I just ruin everything?

Is he going to kick me out and break up with me after I shower?

Griffin, knowing we’d made a mess, went to wash the sheets, ripping them from the bed in one fluid motion. Within a few minutes, the fun was done . He had his back turned to me as he set up new sheets on the bed.

Maybe I did something wrong.

Walking along the marble floors to the bathroom, the floor was ice cold against my hot skin. Lights just magically turned on as I entered the bathroom. My eyes landed on my own concerned yet optimistic face, completely flushed in the mirror.

“Be there in a second, kitten.”

I rushed to turn the shower on. “Okay,” I faintly replied, awaiting my harsh reality.

The doorknob rotated and clicked as he entered the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly as he opened the shower door, stepping in with me.

I hadn’t expected him to join me.

The hot water was cascading down my hair and over my still tingling body, washing away his touch. “Yes?”

“Good—”

Before he could even say another word, I lost it.

“I’m terrible, aren’t I? The worst you ever had, I bet.” I started to ramble, and he sighed.

“No, Tate.”

“I mean, I must be. It was over before we even started…it was so quick! ”

“This is just one of those things we have to go slow with, and I’m perfectly happy to do that with you.”

I blushed. A rush of embarrassment flooded my sex-filled brain. All I could think about now was him. Him inside me.

“You’re my world, Tate. You’re everything to me, and all I want to do is wake up next to you in the morning.

Being around you is like being on top of the highest building in the world.

I don’t want to just be a part of loving you, I want to get lost in it.

I want to be more than your first kiss. I want to be your last.”

My knees felt weak, and my heart slowed until I was sure it would stop beating. I placed a hand on the cold tiled wall to steady myself. My body was light, and my eyes were heavy with tears.

“You’re my world too, Griff, and I’ve loved you for a lot longer than I ever realized.”

After bathing me, he carried me to bed where he wrapped himself around me, his cock fitting perfectly in the curve of my ass. Our skin was touching, my back to his chest, and yet it felt like we were miles apart. All I wanted to do was sew myself to his skin so we would never be apart again.