Sunny - Mona Lisa Blossoming

"You give generously as well as acquire."

I smiled bitterly. "Puts a whole new spin on being a generous and giving lover."

Gryphon ignored my sarcasm. "I believe what you say is true. You give more when you make love."

"And maybe I do that because I don't sleep with every man that walks by me, even those thrown at me," I said gently.

That quieted Gryphon for a moment. Gave him something to ponder. "Perhaps that is the case," he said finally.

"I only want you and Amber."

He looked at me with solemn eyes. "Amber I can see why. But me—"

"How can you doubt that when every woman who looks at you desires you?"

His eyes turned hard and scornful. "They desire only my body, my flesh."

"I'm guilty as well. I desire your body. You have a beautiful body," I said softly.

His eyes grew heavy-lidded. One look from those slumberous eyes and I suddenly burned.

"You are different," Gryphon said, his voice a low husky timbre that sent a silvery shiver like an invisible hand sweeping down my spine. "You desire not only my body but my heart. My very soul."

"Do I have your heart?" I asked.

"It beats only for you."

"Oh, Gryphon." I reached for him and was suddenly in his arms, held tight. "I thought you were leaving me," I whispered against his neck.

"I thought you wished me gone."

"Never. No matter how mad you make me. Don't leave me. Don't ever leave me again."

"No," he promised, carrying me into the bedroom, his heart beating strong against me. "No, I won't."

He set me down beside the bed and swiftly removed my clothes. And as he undressed me, the anger and the fear suddenly changed into something else. Into something hot and possessive and tender. I brushed my fingers across the back of his nape and felt the soft feathery down hidden there like a secret pleasure. The scent of him, that faint fresh clean scent that was just him filled my lungs. Gryphon.

I'd be able to pick him out from a hundred other men blindfolded just from that unique fragrance. He smelled like the wind, like the night, like soft fluffy feathers and gentle kisses, sweet passion.

Other women had wanted him, had possessed him, had used him. But now he was mine and I wanted to wash away their old scents, rub off their long faded touch, their greedy, grasping imprints. Smudged fingerprints on the window of his soul.

He'd pleased so many. But had they pleased him? Had they tried to find his pleasure, his desire?

I pushed away from Gryphon. "Let me," I said, my voice a low soft whisper as he reached for me. "No, don't touch me." I captured his eyes, captured his hands, and lowered them down to his side. "Let me please you."

He looked into the promise of my eyes and shivered.

"Let me undress you," I breathed.

Both of us watched as I lifted one hand and brought it to the first button on his shirt. One infinitesimal moment stretched long before I finally touched it, and his breath caught as if I had touched other things. Leisurely I circled one finger around the smooth rim of that button. His muscles tightened. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. Unhurriedly, I pushed the button through the hole, skimmed my finger lightly down to the next hole. Slowly, I unveiled him, a beautiful hidden masterpiece, unwrapping him bit by bit like the sweet present he was. He was a breathtaking symmetry of flowing grace, of strength and power, a gentle river of muscles and tendons, bone and flesh, perfect in its creation. A worthy, worthy gift.

His shirt fell to the floor and I watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest with complete absorption, full appreciation. He was like God's first creation. Broad graceful shoulders, the gentle swell of smooth chest, honey colored nipples that I suddenly ached to taste. I knew them to be as delicious as they looked, sweet to the tongue, pleasing and responsive to the hand. Heat flooded me and the flesh between my legs grew throbbingly soft and full. Aching. But I held myself still, not touching him. Not yet. Not yet.

His eyes were darker now, the pupils expanded, racing to the very rim, his irises completely swallowed up. Holding his gaze, I sank to my knees before him, ran my eyes like a tactile caress down the long length of him, letting them feast over what I would not allow myself to touch just yet. Letting them drop lower. My breathing quickened and his stomach ridged as I reached out my hand and laid it there, barely there on top of his pants, and gave a slow, one-fingered caress over the top edge of the cloth, my fingers brushing the silky hair dusting his abdomen and trailing tantalizingly down below the pants, but not touching skin. Another leisurely sweep around and around the rim of the single button on his pants. Just below that little button lay a larger, longer, throbbing thing. I felt my breath puff against my hand and caress his flesh.

He shuddered. I trembled.

"Mona Lisa." His voice was a bare rasp.

"Shhh," I gently whispered.

Slowly, oh, so slowly, I pushed that button through its hole, and carefully holding the zipper, touching nothing else, I lowered it. The harsh metallic rasp of it coming down tightened my nipples, brushing like fingers of sound over my swollen secret parts. Kneeling like a supplicant before him, my naked breasts a gentle sway away from touching him, from rubbing against his legs, I pushed down his pants, revealing him whole, bare, and beautiful.

No underwear. What a lovely surprise.

I gave a hum of pleasure, of appreciation as I looked my fill. He bobbed before me in standing glory, darkly flushed, wonderfully engorged, his full veins transversing the surface like dark satiny ropes. A drop of pearl-white fluid trembled at the very tip. My tongue flicked out, licking my lips, but only my quickened breath touched him, caressed him. His hands clenched. I looked up and up at him, and smiled as if I had swallowed his cream.

"Dear Goddess," Gryphon breathed. "Mona Lisa, you're killing me."

"I haven't even started." It was a dark promise.

Crouching down, dropping to my hands, I crawled slowly, sinuously around him and rose on my knees behind him, my breath a soft puff on his back. And then lower. My hands came to rest on his hips, and at that first contact of skin to skin, Gryphon inhaled a shaky breath. Exhaled sharply as I slid my hands around him in front, like two slithering serpents wrapping around him. Forgot to breathe when they twined around the base of his tree and slid up his long hard sprouting length.

One thumb smoothed over his weeping head, dipping into the wet prize, smoothing it over his sensitive crown. His buttocks tightened and flex. Irresistible. I didn't even try to resist. One hand went south unerringly to cup his lower sac. The other hand wrapped around him in a squeezingly tight grip, pumped down and back up his sturdy pole. He sucked in another breath and quivered as my thumb smoothed over the crown, smearing more liquid pre-come over the plump head as I swept over the top. All by feel alone. I didn't need my eyes to see what I was doing. I knew him intimately.

On the downward stroke, holding his shaft tight and fisted hard, I squeezed his balls with firm, gentle pressure. Giving into temptation, I sank my teeth into the tantalizing fullness of his left buttock cheek, just below the teasing dimple near the base of his spine. He gave a low hoarse cry as my teeth sank in, breaking skin, tasting his blood, tasting him. Sweet, salty. Gryphon. Like the nectar of life.

He cried as I pumped his hard swollen shaft again, as I lifted and squeezed his hard balls together up against the base of him, as I swirled over his head with sliding, gliding, lubricating friction, giving a passing, pinching caress with forefinger and thumb just below his underridge where the nerves collected in a rich sensating bundle.