Chapter 27
GRIFFIN
On the way to the house, we spoke a bit more about her living arrangements with Veronica. This whole thing still wasn’t sitting well with me. I didn’t like that she felt she couldn’t share everything with me and that she might be a burden. I was going to have to work on that.
On the other hand, who was sending mixed messages? Me. I knew it, but I’d never in my life thought I’d ever want to be with one person. That one person could be all I needed.
And the clincher? That I wanted to be the only one she needed too.
Once we arrived, I headed upstairs with her, carrying her luggage and depositing it in the master bedroom next to the dresser. I didn’t even bother turning on the light.
“Do you want to take anything out now?” I asked.
“No, not really.” She walked closer to the window. “I like how big the moon is tonight and that you can see it in all its gorgeousness through this huge window.”
She was standing right in front of it, and I walked behind her. I liked having her here in my house and my bedroom. More than that, I liked that she was staying for a few days.
I pushed her hair up, wrapping it around my fist, and tilted her head forward so I had access to the back of her neck. Then I kissed her exposed skin slowly, trailing down between her shoulder blades.
“I love this dress.” It left so much skin for me to explore and touch and lick. “Keep your hair here,” I instructed. I wanted both hands free to explore her.
She immediately took over, holding her hair out of the way.
I feathered my hands slowly down the sides of her body as I moved my mouth farther down until I reached the edge of the fabric. I lowered the zipper with my right hand, kissing every inch of exposed skin as I went. She moaned, and that sound filled me with pride.
As I uncovered almost all of her back, my patience ran out. Yanking the zipper and then tugging her dress down, I lowered myself to my knees as I held her by the ass so she could step out of the outfit.
I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was.
It was such a privilege to see her take off her clothes for me.
She looked incredibly sexy in her high heels and lingerie.
Phoebe was petite but not fragile. She was curvy and fit.
I loved how thick her hair was and the way it fell over her breasts, highlighting how perfect they were.
Her hips were full, her skin perfectly smooth. She was absolutely beautiful.
I turned her around, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, averting her gaze, and I kissed the front of her thighs while tilting her pelvis with my hands.
I wanted her at a certain angle. Dragging my thumb over her panties, I grew rock hard the second I realized that she was already wet.
I slipped one finger inside, between her panties and her slick skin, wanting to double-check just how wet she was for me.
I immediately undid my belt and jeans with the other hand and then shoved it inside my boxers.
Gripping my cock, I squeezed it tight while I moved my thumb over her bare skin.
She moaned again, even louder. I made eye contact with her for a brief second.
Her eyes widened, and she zeroed in on the hand I had in my pants.
Then she averted her gaze again, but I felt her become even wetter.
I alternated between focusing on her clit and dipping my thumb inside her.
When she began to shudder, I realized that she needed to lean against something.
I didn’t trust myself to hold her up with my hands, so I moved us farther back until she reached the wall.
It was much closer than the bed. I was going to make her come here first, before I even took her underwear off.
Then I’d continue pleasuring her on the bed.
I squeezed my cock tighter. I didn’t have much room to move with my jeans still on, but it was enough. Besides, she was all that mattered now. But I needed another angle for her.
I put one of her thighs over my shoulder and moved the fabric—just the part covering her pussy—to one side.
She put one hand on my head, wrapping her fingers in my hair.
Fuck yes. I turned her on so hard that she wanted to ride my face.
I loved making her lose control. I took her panties off, then pressed my thumb on her clit.
Then I pushed my tongue inside her while squeezing myself tightly.
I felt the throb of pleasure course through her body. She tightened her grip on my hair and pushed her pelvis forward just a fraction of an inch, as if she needed my tongue deeper. What she actually needed was my cock, but we both craved this fast release.
Her legs started shaking, and I realized this wasn’t fair to her.
She needed to sit on the bed so she could fully focus on her orgasm, not be afraid that she’d fall over.
I pulled back and led her to the bed, but I didn’t sit her down there.
Instead, I turned her around and pushed her onto her knees on the bed.
Then I pressed a palm on her back so she was on all fours.
Moving her farther away from the edge, I kissed her buttocks while I worked her clit with one hand. With the other, I lowered my pants, dropping them to my ankles along with my underwear and then stepping out of them without even pausing from touching her.
She was close, and I wanted to feel her let go.
Her body began to shake lightly. I needed her to come because I wanted to sink inside her as soon as possible.
She clenched her knees together, trapping my hand right before exploding.
I positioned my cock at her entrance the very next second and slid in. She cried out even harder.
“Fuuuuuck yes.” I felt as if I was finally able to breathe for the first time since we’d stepped inside the bedroom. Her orgasm intensified with every thrust. I dropped my head back, closing my eyes and losing myself in this woman. I enjoyed the way she tightened around me, the sounds she made.
Her moans quickly turned to pleas. “Griffin,” she murmured. “Please.”
I breathed in through my nose while slowing down. I wasn’t thrusting like a madman anymore; now I was pushing in excruciatingly slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of me.
“Please!”
I knew what she wanted. She needed me to touch her clit, and I was going to do it, just not the way she imagined.
I pulled out of her and then drew my cock over her pussy, rubbing the length of it across her opening. Then I touched her clit, moving back and forth over it, coating her in her own wetness.
“Oh my—ohh!” Her voice shook as she grabbed the sheets, pressing her forehead against the bed. She rocked back and forth, mirroring my rhythm.
It was pure torture for me, so I slipped back inside her. A groan reverberated through my chest—hell, my entire body. I needed her on a visceral level, and not just right now or tonight. I needed her to be part of me forever.
Leaning over her back so I had access to her clit, I played it like a harp with my fingers while I thrust inside her. Pleasure took over my body. I needed to be even wilder. I needed to thrust with all I had.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath. Then her hand hovered next to mine.
Fuck yes. She didn’t even hesitate in following my orders.
She came the next second, and I stilled. Feeling her tighten around me was impossibly good. I nearly gave in to my own climax, but I managed to stave it off. I didn’t move one inch while she thrashed and clenched, just internalized her cries of pleasure and the way it coursed through her body.
My woman was going to come three times tonight. I was determined.
Once I felt her inner muscles relax and her breathing become more even, I pulled out of her. She didn’t move an inch. I liked seeing her spent like this, and I wasn’t even done with her. I climbed off the bed, looking around for her panties. I had an idea.
After retrieving them from the floor, I went back to bed and turned her over. She was putty in my hands, soft and trusting. Once she was on her back, I smiled at her. She blinked slowly, looking up at me.
“Put your hands over your head, beautiful.”
“Why?”
“I want to tie them.”
Even though she’d been spent just a few seconds ago, her eyes were suddenly alert.
She licked her lips while I wrapped her panties around her wrists.
Then I pushed my cock up and down her opening, massaging her clit, not sinking in yet.
I couldn’t stop watching her, soaking in every reaction. But I wouldn’t last long.
When my cock started to pulse, I lifted her ankles, putting them on my shoulders.
As I touched her clit with my thumb, I pushed in and out of her relentlessly.
She came fast, and I followed seconds after, giving in to the pleasure.
I let it wash over me, thrusting until I’d given her everything I had.
Spent, we lay down next to each other, the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room.
I recovered first and turned on one side, propping my head on my hand.
With my other one, I traced her abs and her breasts.
She was lying on her back, eyes closed, but she wasn’t asleep. A smile tugged at her lips.
“I like when you can’t stop touching me,” she said.
“You mean always, then?”
She tugged at her wrists. “How about untying this?”
“I could,” I teased, “but I like seeing you all tied up for me.”
I kissed her neck before straightening up again, but I did free her hands. I’d wanted to heighten her senses, not make her uncomfortable.
She blinked her eyes open, looking at me. “I’m so happy I’m staying until Tuesday. I can’t wait to see how many more delicious things you’ll do to me.”
I leaned in again, kissing her neck once more before moving down between her breasts.
“You have no idea how many things I want to do to you. There won’t be enough time to cover everything.
Don’t move in with Veronica. Move in with me.
Then I’d have all the time in the world to do everything I want with you. ”
The muscles in her stomach clenched beneath my lips. I only realized what I’d said when the words were out. When I looked up at her, her eyes were wide.
“You want me to move in here for sex on demand?” Her voice was teasing, but it also held an edge that it didn’t have before.
“Interesting way to put it,” I said in an even tone, carefully choosing my words.
I was always excellent at building up arguments and laying out the pros and cons in any situation, but now my mind was blank.
So I told her the one thing I was completely certain of.
“It would make me happy to have you here.”
She licked her lips, and I kissed farther up.
“Griffin,” she murmured. “But when we met, you said—”
I shook my head and put a finger over her mouth. “There’s no point in bringing up what I said when we first met. I’m different now. I think you know that. And it’s because of you.”
She smiled against my finger. “Why don’t we revisit this conversation in the morning, once the post-orgasm fog has lifted from your brain.”
“Phoebe, I’m not going to change my mind. And it’s not just for sex, though that is an added bonus. I just want you with me. Now, if you don’t want to, I completely understand.”
“Oh, I want to,” she said, a huge grin on her face. “I do want that. It wouldn’t be for long anyway. I plan to find an apartment soon.”
That didn’t sit well with me, for reasons I couldn’t even explain. Things were happening quickly, I realized that. I was just pissed that I hadn’t met her before she met her asshole of an ex. Then maybe she wouldn’t hesitate at the thought of living together. Damn it.
“And even though you didn’t outright ask me to do it, I’d happily be your sex slave. I just want you to… you know…” She shrugged. “Be completely certain about us.”
“I am.” I emphasized each word.
She pushed me onto my back, climbing over me and kissing my chest. Then she wiggled on top of me. “I was so good and spent before, but look at me now. I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep a wink.”
“You’re that excited?”
“What do you think? Look at this.” She pointed at her mouth. Her grin was enormous. I’d never seen her so happy.
“Well, it’s a good thing we aren’t going to bed yet. First, I’m going to cook for you. Then I have a few more delicious ideas for the rest of the night.”
“Sold. Hook, line, and sinker. I’m all yours.”