Before The End

Ch. 4

The sweet kiss made Griffin melt into her, and he watched her contemplate his offer. Elyce bit her lip, and Griffin watched as her eyes scanned him from his toes to his bright blue eyes, and back to his manhood. After she pulled him to the center of the full-sized bed, she eagerly straddled him. While gripping his shaft, she rose to insert him into her warm center. With a deep inhalation, she lowered onto him, and he felt the pinnacle of her core. They both cried out at being so deeply connected. Griffin put his hands over his head in an act of complete submission, knowing she desperately wanted to have power over him. However, Griffin wanted to bury himself deep in her soul, so she would never forget what he meant to her. She clenched her fingers onto his waist, sinking her nails into his obliques.

Griffin cried out at the pleasurable pain, panting as his balls tightened into his body. The multiple sensations were intoxicating, and he felt weightless and free. She traced a heart on his sternum, scraping her nails down to his belly button. He bucked up as she slammed down on him, and with hands on each side of his head, she cantered on him like a skilled equestrian. He pulled her down for a deep kiss, wanting to show her how good she made him feel. She was so good to him, good for him.

For an instant, he wondered how he could have survived the three months without her luscious body pleasuring him. Those other women couldn't compete with how she made him feel. The synergy between them was incomparable. When he felt the crest of his impending release, Griffin bucked from under, and Elyce stilled until he cured himself of his need to take over. Once the urge passed, Elyce continued to ride him, pulling his hands toward her full breasts. Griffin took the cue and pinched her nipples hard, rolling the nubs between his fingers.

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The waves of pleasure rolled down her belly to her groin, and she rode him faster until she burst like a braid of fireworks. While her orgasm racked through her, Elyce collapsed like a doll onto his chest, and Griffin turned and pulled her under his body. She looked at him wide-eyed and expectant, marveling at his strength and power. She knew it was his turn, which meant he would fulfill his needs by any means necessary. Griffin plunged deep and hard into her, anchoring her legs within the crook of his arms.

Why did his cock suddenly feel thicker and longer? She wondered, arching her back and biting her lip.

Griffin continued to plunge fast, then slow, then fast again.

"You're fucking killing me, Griff!" she cried.

He kissed her to keep her quiet as he continued plunging into her wet folds. She felt the tell-tale sign of his orgasm as Griffin drove fast and hard while he held her hips down. Their bodies slapped against each other while the scent of their union wafted in the air. It was a heady combination.

Griffin pushed them past the precipice of their desire. His ragged breath blew into the crook of her neck, and their hearts beat in sync as they both struggled to come down from the peak of their climb. As the minutes passed, Griffin became heavy on top of her. His breathing was no longer labored, and Elyce smiled when she heard the faint whistle of his snore. They had certainly worked themselves up to exhaustion.

After pushing him off her, Griffin turned to his side of the bed. She got up and gathered his clothes, folding and neatly placing them on the chair. She turned to watch him sleep, knowing that she had brought him peace from his usual, fretful slumber.

Once in the bathroom, Elyce looked at herself in the mirror, and was shocked and revolted at what she saw. Her makeup was smeared all over her face. Her eyes were smudged with mascara and eyeliner, making her appear more pathetic than she'd felt. The pretty red lips she'd created now looked like a whore's after her last client. While she washed the ruined makeup off her face, she prayed for emotional strength to resist any further seduction. When finished in the bathroom, she lay beside Griffin in the full-sized bed. His warm, naked back touched her cloth covered back.

Griffin reached for her, pulling her close. He whispered, "I love you, Ely," kissing her neck before he fell back to sleep.

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The nighttime proved to be exhausting as sleep eluded her. Guilt, regret, need, and love jumbled within her mind, attempting to confuse her as it had so many times before. She woke up and turned off her alarm. Without looking at his naked body, Elyce rose from the bed, showered, and dressed for work.

"Morning," she heard coming from the location of her bed. Griffin rubbed his eyes, then combed his hair with his fingers, and she turned away to fix her coffee.

"Morning," she returned, turning the cap on her travel mug. "I have to go to work. Your clothes are laid out on the chair. Take your time getting ready. All you need to do is close the front door behind you; it locks on its own."

"Do you have to leave so soon? I was hoping you could help me with this morning wood. Come here and take care of me. I'll take care of you too, Éclair," he offered.

She grimaced and narrowed her eyes, prepared to respond in the only way she knew for sure. "Next time you return to Boston, seeking what you got from me early this morning, you won't find it. I intend to move on and find a man who will give me the list of things I asked of you because I can't wait for you to give them to me. We can't be lovers. And we won't be friends, Griffin," Elyce said with conviction and watched as he rose from the bed, gloriously beautiful. He came to her with his hard cock slowly deflating upon his approach.

"Let's talk, Elz."

"No Elz. No Ely. No Éclair ," she huffed. "Those days are over and should have been when I told you goodbye three months ago. I made a huge mistake by letting you in," she voiced, handing him his clothes.

Griffin grasped them, scowling as he turned from her. He silently began to dress. Neither spoke, but their stolen glances spoke infinite words of hurt and regret. Once he slipped his shoes on, he pulled out a small box from inside his jacket pocket. Her heart leaped, knowing she was jumping to conclusions.

Without a parting word or a goodbye kiss, Griffin shut the door behind him. Elyce turned all the locks in finality while her eyes never left the box on her small writing desk. She walked slowly to the box, tentatively extending her hand as if she were placing her fingers near hot embers. The box was light, and "Stock Well" was written on the top. She'd read about Stock Well in her company's publication, and planned for Lark to take her there upon his next dinner invitation. Opening the box, the fragrance of mushy strawberries filled her nostrils.

Inside the box was a chocolate-covered strawberry with a crushed, candied walnut coating. The chocolate had melted, covering the white interior with smudges of brown and flakes of nuts. The strawberry appeared to have collapsed within its chocolate casing.

Elyce couldn't help but compare her favorite dessert to their relationship—ruined.

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The continuation of this story can be found in "Stained Glass Shards," coming soon.