Chapter 15 #2
Still, I kissed her. I didn’t want to risk anything. I wanted to feel the vibrations in her body, to take in all her sounds. I tangled our tongues and moved my palm over her clit.
She’d been wound up since the first time I kissed her. She was going to need more than one orgasm tonight to release all that tension.
I pressed two fingers on her clit and rubbed them down toward her entrance, then dipped in the tips before going back up.
She liked that a lot; I felt it in the way she pushed herself into my fingers, the way she gripped my shoulders even tighter.
She didn’t even attempt to break the kiss.
I swirled my tongue against hers even more fiercely as I repeatedly dipped my fingers inside her.
When Phoebe dug her nails into my shoulders, I knew she was close. I kept her hips in place, moving my hand at the pace she liked.
She came hard, and it filled me with so much damn pride.
I slid my fingers inside her, thrusting them in while she was still orgasming.
I alternated between applying pressure on her clit and massaging her G-spot until she all but crumbled in my arms. Tearing her mouth away from mine, she buried her face in my chest, muffling her sounds.
It didn’t matter that I’d relieved all that tension before. It had built back up in no time. She rode out her orgasm far too fast, and I knew that only meant one thing: she needed another one soon because she still had built-up tension to release.
Phoebe straightened up slowly as I dropped my hand.
“Griffin,” she murmured.
“You’re exquisite,” I said, but I was certain she didn’t understand a thing. My voice was hoarse, like I’d been screaming right along with her. I cleared my throat. “I’m going to make you come again.” My voice was stronger now as I kissed the corner of her mouth. “I know you need it.”
“I do,” she confessed. “So damn much.”
I put a hand on her back, guiding her toward the bed. She was still wearing her dress. I was going to need that out of the way.
“Does your dress have a zipper?”
“No, it’s very stretchy,” she said.
That was all I needed to know. I yanked it over her head before throwing it in the room. I removed her bra, too, but then I couldn’t help myself and also pushed my pants down. I wasn’t going to withstand the pressure of the zipper on my cock for too long.
When I took off my T-shirt, she traced my muscles with her fingertips, starting on my chest and trailing down to my abs. She slowed down as her fingers traveled to my navel before moving sideways.
“I’ve fantasized about these V-lines.”
“When?” I wanted to know every detail.
“On the boat,” she replied without hesitation.
I touched her collarbone and then cupped one breast. While I kissed her shoulder, she grabbed my cock, squeezing it tightly.
“Fuuuuuck,” I exclaimed, standing ramrod straight and sucking in a deep breath. I wanted my mouth on her. I needed to feel her come while my tongue was deep inside. So even though I desperately craved her touch, I took a step back and kneeled in front of her.
“Sit down. Don’t lie down, just sit and spread your thighs for me.”
I pressed a finger on her clit, and her body started to shake lightly. She lowered herself to the edge of the bed and opened her legs.
I licked up and down one side of her pussy, then the other. I didn’t touch her clit yet; from the way she’d reacted just now, it was probably very sensitive.
“Griffin, I can’t keep quiet.” She reached over to the left, grabbing one of the big pillows and putting it over her chest.
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to see you.”
I dipped my tongue inside her, and she clenched around it.
She was close already. I’d assumed that her clit was still tender from the first orgasm, but no.
Her body was already craving the second one.
When she pressed her face into the pillow, lifting her ass a fraction of an inch from the mattress, I had my cue.
She didn’t need gentle exploration—she needed another wild orgasm.
And then she needed my cock.
I drew circles with my tongue over her clit faster and faster before sucking it into my mouth. Her ass shot up, and I moved my head at the same time, still keeping my mouth pressed on her. Her cry pierced the air, then became completely muffled as she bit into the pillow.
I could spend the rest of my life pleasuring Phoebe. Bringing her over the edge was fucking delicious. Her thighs gave in, and I still didn’t take my tongue off her. I wanted to apply pressure while she was still thrashing around.
She was now holding the pillow on her face with both hands. This was just the beginning. I needed her again after tonight, in a space where she could scream the walls down.
When I felt her muscles loosen, I kissed up her pelvis before pushing her farther back on the bed. I climbed over her, sitting on my knees and hunching forward until my face was level with her breast, then licked around her nipple slowly.
She pushed the pillow away as I moved to her other nipple before kissing her sternum.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her.
“Great. Perfect.” She put both arms around my neck before dragging her palms down my chest to my abs.
“That’s your favorite spot, huh?”
“Sort of. Can’t compete with this.” She wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed. “Let me get a condom.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. Grabbing a condom from my toiletries bag, I tore it open and put it on immediately.
Turning around, I stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her. She was sitting again on the bed, right in the center of it. Her knees were bent.
I walked toward the bed, climbing on it and quickly moving in front of her. I kissed her long and deep, relishing how she melted against my mouth. Then I pulled back, watching her intently.
“Turn around,” I said.
She swallowed audibly. “On all fours?”
I nodded.
She smiled wickedly before turning around. Grabbing the pillow from before, she put it under her head and then shoved her ass up in the air, wiggling it—teasing me. I slapped it once playfully.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes,” she muttered.
I gave her other buttock a slap before positioning myself behind her. I didn’t have it in me to tease her again; I knew she was on edge still, and I was far beyond that. I was wound up tight, so I slid inside her carefully. She was dripping wet, but I didn’t want to risk her being uncomfortable.
A muffled sound filled the room even though she’d buried her head in the pillow while I slid in.
I dropped my head back, pushing in until I was buried inside her completely. For a few seconds, the room was completely silent. Then the mattress caved in as she moved her knees slightly. She squeezed her muscles once, and I didn’t hold back any longer.
Jacking off in the shower was nothing compared to feeling her around me.
She needed me, and I was not ashamed to admit that I was desperate for her in a way I’d never been for anything in my entire life.
I pulled my hips back and then thrust in.
She moved to match my rhythm. The wilder I became, the wilder she was too.
She wanted everything I had to give her, and I wasn’t going to hold back.
I hunched my back so I could reach to touch her clit from the side.
At first, I just drummed my fingertips on it slowly, but then I increased the pace.
When her cries grew louder, I started pressing harder all the way.
Thrusting in and out, in and out. Our bodies were perfectly in sync.
Then I slammed harder into her, and she moved forward. The new angle was delicious. Then her knees gave in, and she went flat on the mattress. I was fucking her so good that she couldn’t even sustain her weight on her knees. The thought almost sent me over the edge.
I wasn’t touching her clit anymore, but I knew she was already close to climaxing.
I felt it in the way she squeezed me, and then I heard it as her cry resounded through the pillow.
I gave in too. I no longer had the energy to hold back, and there was no need to do it anyway.
She was riding out her orgasm, and so did I.
I stayed on top of her as she relaxed her hands, holding them just to the sides of the pillow. I covered them with mine, interlacing our fingers. Then she turned her head sideways, drawing in a deep breath. I liked hearing it. At first, it was uneven and erratic, but then it slowed down.
A few seconds later, we both moved until I was at the edge of the bed.
I immediately got up, taking care of the condom in the bathroom and then washing at the sink.
When I came out, she was still lying on her belly.
She was a sight to behold. Ducking back into the bathroom, I grabbed one of the small towels, putting one corner under hot running water. Then I went next to her on the bed.
“Turn around, Phoebe. I brought a wet cloth.”
“Oh,” she whispered and moved. “Um, I can do that.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
After cleaning her up, I scooted next to her.
“And you wanted to go downstairs on that uncomfortable couch,” she murmured.
We both lay down, facing each other. “I knew it was the only way I could resist you.”
“Hmm,” she said playfully. “But why resist when this is so much more delicious?”
“Why indeed?” I replied.
She turned onto her other side.
“I’m a side sleeper,” she informed me. “And I am so exhausted that I think I’m going to fall asleep in no time.”
“That’s fine by me.”
I liked her sleeping position a lot. I could stay behind her and still have access to her breasts and stomach with one hand. As a bonus, she could even push her ass against me.
“Hmm. You like to spoon?”
“Do what?” I asked.
She looked over her shoulder. “Spoon. You’ve never heard that before?”
“No, but I’m liking it.”
She grinned. “So do I.”
She resumed her previous position and pushed her ass into me.
“Oh, someone’s not ready to go to sleep,” she said.
“No shit.” My cock wasn’t getting the memo.
But the next second, her breathing was completely even.
I stopped touching her and leaned over. Yeah, she was already asleep. I couldn’t help but smile, working hard to bite down my laughter. I’d worn her out.
I brought my pillow close to hers, mirroring her position.
Even though I didn’t want to wake her up, I still felt the need to be close to her, so I put a hand on her stomach and shifted so there was little space between my chest and her back.
She sighed softly in her sleep, putting her hand over mine and moving it farther up, nestling it between her breasts.
Hell yes!
I could die a happy man right now with her ass against my crotch and my hand between her breasts.