After assessing his offer, Elyce thought he was an even better actor than he showed on the big screen. While he knelt before her, so delectable, she decided he needed to leave and be gone from her life. She stared at him, penetrating through each layer of his beauty to get to the deep-seated truth. The answer wasn't so clear; it was blurred with layers of lust and pain. After Griffin's improvisational exercise, Elyce stood up and walked into the bathroom. She closed the door, locking him out. 

Once inside the tiny space, Elyce looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a sad, lonely woman with fading promise, advancing age, and rapidly diminishing beauty. Elyce thought she was fine living in the Allston-Brighton area and commuting to her job. Freelance work brought in extra income, and she had enough money for the occasional takeout at her favorite restaurants. Her brother, Lark, made sure to invite her to dinner every so often, letting her choose the place. At the end of their dinners, he'd send her off with an extra boxed dessert and a couple of hundred dollars tucked in the paper bag. Elyce would smile wistfully and spend the extra money on a fancy haircut, or a new lipstick from the high-end makeup counter.

After years of rejecting the wealth and lifestyle Lark had offered, Elyce now wanted it desperately. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to earn it for herself. Many plans flitted through her mind, but she didn't have the courage to break out of her routine and make it happen. However, seeing Griffin look so rich and handsome made her crave it all the more. Ultimately, Elyce didn't think wealth and fame suited her. She was basic and introverted. Griffin and Lark were tall, symmetrical, and extremely outgoing. 

She was surrounded by men who only wanted attention for what they could provide. Elyce only wanted Lark's time as a big brother, not his charity. From Griffin, Elyce wanted his continuous affection.

Why do I keep doing this to myself?

Her last boyfriend had left with a warning: "You'll never let anyone else love you." His words had reverberated in her mind for weeks and had come more often as Griffin's visit to Boston approached. It had been three months since that statement pierced her heart. Not long after, she'd said her goodbye to Griffin. Time away from him made daily living easier, and now his presence outside the bathroom door was unnerving. He had a way of melting all of her defenses. One glare from his beautiful, blue eyes rendered her hypnotized and incapable of maintaining her willpower.

She knew exactly what she needed to do. Griffin's intentions were clear; he wanted her tonight. While she prepared to primp herself in the way Griffin liked, Elyce knew what this night meant. It would be the final night of Griff and Ely. 

Tonight, she was becoming the woman she'd always wanted to be. She vowed to live her life the way she should have always lived. No longer would she be the last one on Griffin's list.

***

Griffin waited motionless as Elyce took her time in the bathroom, knowing he had crossed a line. She had bared her soul to him, and in his discomfort, he'd acted like an ass. He slipped off his jacket and undid his tie, folding it and stuffing it into the breast pocket. He tossed the jacket on her chair and looked around the small studio. Griffin's place was luxurious compared to hers, and he knew it was because she didn't earn much. Elyce had wanted more than to write columns, freelance work, and copyediting. She'd dreamed of writing a novel. 

Hell, she'd finished her first one in college, and had continued to fine-tune it over the years. She never shared her work with him. The internet alerts he received whenever her name appeared on the byline of an article informed him of her publications, and he read it all. Once, he learned of a short story she'd submitted to a contest. Ely won first place, but she never shared the news with him. How much more one-sided could this relationship be? He'd shared all his accomplishments with her. Well, his accomplishments were publicly lauded.

Griffin knocked on the door. "Ely? Look, I'm sorry. I'm going to leave."

As he turned to retrieve his jacket, Elyce opened the door. She exited looking like a different woman. She had put on makeup, and now had smoldering eyes and dark lips. Her hair had been removed from the ponytail and was lightly curled, cascading over her shoulders. Always naturally beautiful, but enhanced by the dramatic makeup, Elyce walked out completely nude, stopping before him. Griffin's heart drummed loudly in his chest, and his cock stirred against his tight slacks. He resisted the urge to pounce on her.

This was how he always wanted her; offering herself to him. Without restraint, he grabbed her fleshy waist and yanked her body to strike against his, hearing her gasp. Griffin growled as he lowered his lips to meet hers, pulling her head toward him. Elyce looked at him with her sparkling brown eyes. His cock pressed against her belly as she tiptoed upwards to feel it on her mound. He had missed her. Their bodies knew each other so well, and deprivation from her touch pained him. His own strong hands could never replace the feeling of hers as she gripped his cock, right before placing him into her hot, wet mouth. Too much fabric between them prompted Griffin to quickly unbutton his shirt. Elyce would take care to protect the expensive, designer cloth, but Griffin didn't care if he ripped off a button or tore it to shreds. Elyce's nimble fingers took over, undressing him slowly.

When he went to unbuckle his belt and release his trousers, she stopped him. "I'll take care of it," she said sweetly, smiling shyly up at him. Griffin drew pleasure from her docile nature. Elyce was never in a rush, savoring every second they spent together. She removed his shirt, pulling it from the confines of his waistband. She lightly touched his smooth, rippling chest with the pads of her fingers, smirking. He usually liked a dusting of hair but had to wax it for photo shoots and film roles, which depicted him as a hairless God.

Griffin kneaded her full buttocks, groaning when the ampleness in his hands filled his heart and engorged his cock. His breath quickened while she gently pulled his underwear down over the curve of his ass. It had been too long since he had her body pressed against him. He wanted to keep her close and never let her go, but he didn't know how to do it without losing his carefree life. He grunted when she tore herself away, lowering herself to remove his bottoms. 

When she managed to lower the fabric past the swell of his thighs, he pulled her roughly back to him, reveling in the feel of her soft, warm skin against his. He rocked her mound against his cock while he kissed her hungrily, smearing her lipstick onto their skin. As he backed her into the edge of her bed, he studied her pretty face. The prim and sweet Elyce looked simultaneously angelic and dark.

Even in the dimness of the room, he could see the desire in her eyes. Seductively, she reclined on her elbows, lifting her legs up and spreading them wide. He loved it when she submitted to him like this. It was what he dreamed about, remembering how she nervously gave herself to him the first time. No other woman would own his heart, or his cock, as Elyce did. His six-foot-two frame lowered onto his knees, smoothing the pads of his long fingers over her inner thighs. He delighted in the feel of her soft, milky skin.

Griffin salivated at the pink folds of her pussy, which resembled a halved strawberry; sweet and juicy. Elyce's smell intoxicated him. From the moment he'd walked through her door, he smelled her distinctive fragrance. She may have denied the familiar scent of her core, but he knew she'd touched herself, releasing her pheromones for him to experience upon his entry.

With his thumbs, he gently opened her lips, licking her center. She arched at the first lick, shivering and moaning from the electric shock waves firing from her core. Prompted by her cries of passion, Griffin sucked her clit until she tried to pull away. He held her thighs down, flicking his tongue and nipping at her flesh, and probing until he felt the flutters of her orgasm on his tongue. This would be the first of many orgasms; three months was too long to go without feeling her tremble under his expert touch.

***

"You taste amazing, Ely," he whispered. "I've missed your sweetness." He'd always told her the same thing, and she always wondered what she tasted like. All she ever discerned from his lips was a tangy flavor, which couldn't possibly be as delectable as he made her sound. She dared not ask him. He always wanted her quiet and giving, as his sole focus remained on taking pleasure in and from her body.

Subconsciously, she knew he loved her, but would never admit it to the world. Elyce wanted someone as amazing in bed as Griffin. However, she couldn't live without love, affection, and a family. Only capable of being devoted to one man, she knew Griffin was her one-and-only. No other man would ever compare. Elyce was determined to enjoy this one night. This night he reveled in the celebrity status he worked hard for.

***

"Suck me, Ely," Griffin directed.

Upon his hungry request, she sat up, placing her hands on his thighs. Her fingers caressed his legs on their way toward his erection, making him quiver. Once she reached his cock, she gripped him tight, and he groaned under her semi-rough grip. He looked down and met her brown eyes, as she directed the head of his cock toward her mouth. She softly kissed his opening, and his pre-cum moistened her lips. A lick of the sensitive underside of his cock made him hiss and buck, demanding more than her teasing tongue. He couldn't wait to feel her hot, wet mouth engulf him. Elyce was the best at giving him head. He'd taught her exactly what he liked, and he knew she would go torturously slow. The first coupling of his cock and her mouth made him thrust hard, and Elyce's small hand curved around the root, stilling his pelvis from jutting too far forward.

To watch her suck him in and draw him out, Griffin gathered her long, soft tendrils in both of his hands. Her lips dragged on his length as she pulled away, leaving a seductive trail of red lipstick and spittle. His cock throbbed, and he felt the electricity course from his balls and up his pelvis, eventually rising up his spine. When she bobbed him in and out, Griffin paced her movements by holding her still and thrusting to their precise rhythm. He knew exactly how much she could take, and for how long. With a weak reflex, Elyce was able to take him fully. He'd spent years molding her mouth to his length and thickness, and it made Ely the one who could bring him the best oral pleasure.

"Fuck!" Griffin cried out as she gurgled, making the head of his cock tingle. He didn't want to come. Any other time, he would want her to take all of his release, swallowing and licking her lips as if she were fed and filled by the only man who knew how to nourish her.

Griffin pulled out of her mouth and waited for the urge to come subsided. His dick felt like granite. Mentally preparing to take Elyce, he asked, "How do you want it, Éclair?"

His pet name for her combined her first and middle names. When he'd first called her that, she'd hated it. But, over the years, it had grown on her. At least, she stopped complaining about the term of endearment. 

"Rough," she replied. It was a rare occurrence when she wanted him rough. Usually, they took each other roughly when they'd had a few too many drinks. Elyce wanted it quick and hard, not slow and methodical passion. She didn't want to feel anything more than the bliss of orgasm. Poised on all fours in the middle of the bed, she placed her hands on the railing of the metal frame.

After pulling his feet out of his bottoms, Griffin climbed onto the bed. He stroked her creamy, smooth flesh. He widened her stance, stabilizing her to take his drives from behind. To prevent premature ejaculation from seeing her so beautifully displayed before him, Griffin smacked her hard on the ass. His hand remained on the flesh, gripping the full mound tightly.

"This is fucking mine. You can't deny me this, Éclair. You're my favorite dish. I want you in the morning, as a treat, and at night for dessert," he said, slapping the other full cheek. "I crave you all the time. You're full, creamy, and sweet, and you fill me up until the next time," he admitted.

"Griff, please," Elyce begged, and he moistened the tip of his cock with her juices, slickening himself for a smooth entry.

"God, you can't stop from wanting me, can you?" he asked. He ran his hand up her back until he caught her hair in his grip. With her ponytail in his fist, Griffin pulled her back to whisper, "No matter what you think or what I do to you, I do love you." When he was done, he smacked her ass cheek with his free hand.

***

Elyce cried out, every fiber of her being convulsed in pleasure. Her nipples were harder than diamonds, and she wished he would suckle them to softness. The delicious torture of waiting stopped the moment when the tip of his cock entered her pussy, slowly. With each millimeter, he waited for a beat to allow her opening to adjust to his girth. Their breathing hitched with his drive, and Griffin held onto Elyce's hips, pulling her back and down onto him. As she sat on him, he reached into her folds and furiously rubbed her clit. Her hand clamped over his, and she guided the pace of his manipulation, whining at the fullness of him and the sensations he elicited. Her fingernails clamped on his fingers, digging deeper.

To take control, Elyce braced her hands on the mattress. She arched off of his pelvis and began moving her bottom up and down his cock. She fully consumed him, feeling the delicious friction of their union.

"That's it, Ely. Fuck me!" He directed. His crude words gave her the power to back her bottom into him faster and hungrier. The slapping sounds and sensations of their bodies joining made her more aggressive. She wanted to bring him to orgasm. Griffin stilled her hips, stopping her from making him come too soon.

Elyce whined when he pulled out of her. She knew that he would fuck her hard, but at his leisure. He was in full control.

***

"Always so eager to stop our physical connection, huh, Éclair?" he asked as he pushed her to sit, turning her to the missionary position.

Griffin held himself up over her, nestling in between her legs. His gaze took in her image: from pussy, up her round belly to her gloriously full tits, until he stopped at her brown eyes. He knew why she didn't want this position. He could see her insecurity mixed with her desire for more.

Elyce demanded, "Fuck me hard, Griffin."

He bit his lip and entered her once more, pushing himself in slowly. The pace was relaxed while he went deep within her. He twisted his hips against her pelvis, grinding down into her. He watched the myriad of emotions changing within her face. Dark with feverish lust. Light with love. Angry with disappointment. Sad with regret, ending with resignation.

Griffin thrust slowly with eyes locked on hers, seeing her clearly for the first time. Mascara ran dark on her pale temples from her tears. Lipstick smudged around her pouty mouth. Her hair tousled around her head like a mangled halo. He dipped down and kissed her.

Their feverish kisses spoke volumes of what had been kept silent for so long. His tongue slid into her mouth, interlacing with hers as he pumped above her. With each drive, he rotated into her, causing torturous friction, which built her impending orgasm. When he felt the initial flutters of her pussy milking his cock, he pulled out to prolong the inevitable.

Griffin turned their bodies to lay on their side, collecting his breath. He said, "I can't let you go, Ely. And I can't promise you more than what I've already given."

"Or taken," Elyce sharply interjected. "What do you want, Griffin?"

"Do whatever you want to me," he said breathily. Griffin gave her a burning kiss as he held her tight, encouraging her to climb over him and take what she wanted—control. The thing he'd denied her time after time.