Chapter 22
GRIFFIN
I’d needed this woman all week. I lifted her into my arms, holding her knees over my elbows.
She kept kissing me as she placed her hands on my shoulder blades.
I didn’t have enough patience to take her up the stairs to the master bedroom, so I carried her to the guest bedroom instead.
We didn’t even make it to the bed. I plastered her against the wall, deepening the kiss, taking everything I needed while giving her everything she craved too.
At the back of my mind, I realized this evening was probably a bit emotional for her. I took my mouth off hers. Her eyes were closed, and she was humming.
“Phoebe. Tonight you can just sleep here. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Even as I said the words, I knew it would be fucking hard for me to stay away knowing she was under the same roof. But I’d get myself under control if that was what she needed.
She opened her eyes with a start. “No, no, no. I want you so damn much.” She licked her lips and then brought her mouth to my ear. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled back, staring at her. She was blushing. Fuck yes, she was trying to talk dirty to me, and I fucking loved it. I looked her up and down, calculating the fastest way to get her naked.
I loved that she was wearing a dress. I bunched it at her waist and then yanked it over her head, or at least attempted to.
It got stuck just as she said, “The zipper!”
“Fuck,” I exclaimed.
I found the zipper at her back and quickly lowered it. Then I finally got rid of the dress. She was wearing a matching bra and panties.
“You look so fucking sexy in this.”
She smiled shyly. “I know. It’s new. I bought it especially for tonight.”
I licked my lips. “For me?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I liked her mix of sassy and shy—I never knew what to expect.
I traced the edge of her white lace bra, her nipples peaking beneath the cups as I kept brushing the upper part of her breasts. Continuing my ministrations with one hand, I lowered the other one to her panties, slowly teasing her. I wanted her soaking wet.
While kissing her, I moved my hand to her backside, cupping each buttock in turn.
There was a strip of lace covering her crack.
I ran my fingers up and down the right cheek until I felt her skin turn to goose bumps.
She moaned against my mouth, and I slowly brought my hand to her navel, feathering my fingers in slow circles down to the edge of her panties.
Then I pushed them inside the fabric and lost my mind when they slipped on her skin.
“Fuck. Why are you so damn wet already?”
She whimpered in response. This woman was making me lose control even faster than I’d thought possible.
I circled her clit before sliding a finger inside her. She was wet enough that I could add a second one without an issue. I pressed the heel of my hand on her pelvis and clit, feeling every muscle in her body change from being tense to completely relaxed. Her fingers dug into my shoulders.
“Phoebe,” I groaned.
Then I yanked her panties down. Or at least that’s what I attempted to do. I felt them rip apart, so I dropped them to the floor. Phoebe didn’t even realize it.
I got rid of her bra next, and then I stepped back, admiring her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
The room had been completely dark when we’d been together last time, but now I wanted to keep all the lights on.
“I want to watch that beautiful body while you give in to pleasure.”
I needed to see her face, her reactions. I wanted everything when it came to Phoebe.
And I knew just where to start. There was a huge mirror next to the dresser. Taking her hand, I led her in front of it, then stood right behind her.
“I like seeing your naked body like this.”
“I want to see you too,” she said.
“As I said before, your wish is my command.”
I took a step back and undid the top button of my shirt. She watched me in the mirror. I liked that she was following the rules of my game without my having to explicitly say them. She wasn’t turning around to look at me; she was glancing in the mirror, watching my reflection.
I took off my shirt slowly, enjoying the way she fixed her gaze on every button.
I removed my pants much quicker, mostly because I needed to free my cock.
The confinement was downright painful. Even the touch of the boxers’ fabric was too much.
She gasped slightly when I removed them, straightening up.
Her eyes were glued to my erection. I was sporting a full hard-on already.
Then I stepped closer so half my body was behind hers. I put my hands on her shoulders, then lowered them down her torso, stopping at her breasts. I looked straight at her in the mirror while I twirled her nipples between my fingers. She pressed her knees together.
Was she even wetter than before? I had the overwhelming need to check.
I kissed her shoulder while I moved one hand farther down.
With the other, I was teasing her breasts.
Watching her in the mirror was exquisite.
I saw every arch of her back and sharp inhale.
I was able to see her in a way I never could if I weren’t focusing on her pleasure only.
My cock pressed against her right buttock. I could barely hold back from bending her over and driving inside her. But it wouldn’t be long.
When I brushed her clit with the tips of my fingers, she dropped her head back against my shoulder and cried out my name.
And I changed my plan. Yes, I still wanted her to orgasm before I made her mine, but I’d thought of a much more delicious way to make that happen than with my fingers. But first I needed to know something.
“Phoebe, are you okay with foreplay without a condom? I’m clean.”
“Yes. Me too. And I’m on birth control,” she said, licking her lips. “We don’t need a condom at all.”
That chipped away just a bit more at my self-control. “Phoebe, are you sure?”
She nodded. “Yes. So, so sure, I promise.”
I moved us backward another step, then said, “Grab the edges of the mirror and watch.”
I bent her forward just a bit so she was at an angle where I could rub the length of my cock against her opening.
It was pure torture for me, but it was more pleasure than torture for her, which was exactly what I wanted.
I watched her knuckles turn white as she clenched the edges of the mirror tight.
She closed her eyes too. I started circling her clit with the tip of my cock.
“Watch,” I commanded.
She opened her eyes. They were slightly watery. “Griffin, please,” she begged.
Those words nearly melted my resolve. Nearly.
I moved my cock slowly, focusing only on her clit.
She came almost instantly. I held her tight, but her legs became unsteady.
I’d been determined to wait for her to ride out her orgasm, but I pushed inside her.
She cried out louder. The feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock was out of this world.
I hadn’t been prepared for the overload of sensations so fast. She was so damn tight that I had trouble controlling my breathing.
As I pulled out, she started to beg. “Please, please.”
No way could I continue the foreplay. I needed her too much. But I couldn’t have her like this, still hanging on to the mirror.
“Let’s move to the bed, Phoebe.”
She whimpered. Damn, she was killing me with those reactions. I sat down on the part of the bed that was facing the mirror and said, “Sit on me backward.” She licked her lips and then turned around, moaning when she noticed our reflection in the mirror.
“I want to watch you until the end.”
She lowered herself slowly and gripped my cock at the base, positioning it so that I could slide inside her all at once. She was truly exquisite, and she was all mine tonight to explore and please. I was going to do both those things in spades.
I thrust inside her from below. She took my cues, moving up and down at the same rhythm. I never stopped watching her in the mirror, loving the way her face changed when she started pulsing around me again. It was a damn sight.
I didn’t have the freedom of movement I needed like this. “Stand up, and I’ll fuck you from below.”
She positioned herself just as I’d told her. Fuck yes, now I had more space to move.
“Touch your clit,” I said. “Watch yourself in the mirror while you do it. Keep your eyes on your hands.”
She blushed. I was inside her, and yet my words made her blush.
She nudged my cock with the sides of her fingers as she touched herself. I dropped my head back, letting out a guttural groan as her muscles tightened around me. We were both already too far gone.
Opening my eyes, I glanced in the mirror while I thrust inside her from below. I could still see glimpses of her reflection. She was following my instructions. Watching herself would make this even more intense for her.
I knew she was going to come before she cried out—not just because she was so tight that I almost gave in to my climax, but also because she took her fingers off her clit.
She touched her breasts instead, closing her eyes.
Then her shoulders jerked uncontrollably.
I heard her cry out my name while I spasmed and my vision blurred.
I came so damn hard that for a few seconds, I forgot where we were and what day it was.
Then I slowly pulled out and lowered her onto the bed.
She stayed on her back, hands at her sides, eyes closed. Her hair was ravaged.
I leaned on one side, bending an elbow, as I brushed the hair out of her face with the back of my hand.
She opened her eyes slowly. They were unfocused at first, but then she looked straight at me, and a glint appeared in them.
She smiled. Then she darted her tongue out, wetting her lower lip.
She opened her mouth, inhaling deeply, laughing on the exhale.
I leaned forward, kissing her sternum. Laughter reverberated through it.
She traced my curved back with her fingers, her palm on my rib cage.
“This is a fantastic room,” she murmured.
“What?” I asked.
“This bed is so amazing. No wonder you could—” She licked her lips. “—fuck so well.” She blushed even though she was grinning. “Then again, you were excellent back at the house, too, so maybe it’s not the bed. Maybe it’s just you.”
“I’d say so,” I said, leaning over and kissing the top of her nose.
“I need to clean up.”
“We have to go upstairs for that. I don’t have anything in the bathroom here.”
I grabbed my discarded shirt, using it to clean up before taking her hand and leading her to the upper level.
“You’ve never had guests?” she asked.
“No. But I’ll have my nephew over soon enough. I want to decorate his room before he visits, though. His Spider-Man obsession is still going strong.”
She kissed my bicep. “I like when you talk about him. Your voice softens.”
I shrugged. “I care about him.”
“Whoa,” she exclaimed when we reached the top of the staircase.
The hallway upstairs was bigger than necessary. I’d turned it into a home gym of sorts, putting a treadmill and weights by the window.
“This house is stunning.”
Once we stepped inside the bathroom, she looked around once, her mouth open. “You’ve got a huge walk-in shower and a freestanding bathtub.”
I grinned, pointing to the corner. “And don’t forget the Jacuzzi.”
She blinked, following the direction of my finger. “Holy shit. I could just live in this bathroom. I’d sleep in the tub, cook at the sink. How can this even be real?”
“Which do you want, the tub, the Jacuzzi, or the walk-in shower?”
Turning around, she put her hands on my shoulders. “How about we give all three of them a try?”
I laughed, kissing her forehead. “I’m all for that.”