Chapter 36 Griffin
GRIFFIN
Once we were in the car, she talked my ear off about the marshmallows she had tonight.
I liked that she was such a chatterbox. Even though I’d been dead tired the whole day, I was feeling very refreshed now.
We arrived in a matter of minutes, and she smiled, looking up at the house. “I’m so happy that you live so close to the inn. Means I can visit Hannah often.”
“Anytime you want, babe.” I got out of the car, and she did at the same time, practically jumping out of it. She swayed, then straightened up.
“Phoebe, you should have waited for me,” I said, hurrying toward her.
“I’m good. I’m good. Crap, I’m not. I ate a lot. I’m not even sure why I’m tipsy. Oh,” she said, as if she’d just remembered, “I didn’t actually eat the rest of the day.”
“Why not?” I asked as we went into the house.
“I don’t know. I guess I was too nervous.”
Fucking hell, I’d made her stress so much that she forgot to eat? That wasn’t good. Phoebe never forgot to eat. It was one of her pleasures in life.
As soon as we stepped inside, I plastered her against the front door, drawing my fingers up and down her cheek. “Phoebe, tell me what I can do so you never stress out like that again.”
She smiled, putting both hands around my neck. “I guess you could let me spoil you when you have a tough evening. You know, just kiss you here and there, hang around you.”
“I can do that,” I said.
“But I’ll work on myself so I’m not a scaredy cat all the time.”
“You’re fucking not. You’re one of the strongest people I know. I love you so damn much.” I wanted to tell her more things, but I couldn’t find the right words at the moment. I needed to kiss and touch her too badly.
I kissed her so hard that I pushed her flat against the door, one hand at the back of her head so she wouldn’t get hurt. I would spend my whole life proving to this woman just how important she was to me. And I’d never tire of it. Quite the opposite—it would be my honor.
I tangled our tongues, deepening the kiss. I was so hungry for her, it was as if a physical ache took over my body. I didn’t just need a release. I needed her. She tasted like marshmallows, and I fucking loved it.
Without giving her any warning, I lifted her over my shoulder.
She shrieked. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”
“I figured this is the fastest way to get you to the bedroom.” I walked upstairs with her.
I actually liked this angle. She patted my buttocks with her palms, making me laugh. Then she squeezed them before patting them again, now actually moving to a rhythm.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Using them as drums. Hey, they sound cool.”
This woman is something else.
When we reached the bedroom, I carefully put her down.
She pouted. “Why did you interrupt me? I was thoroughly enjoying myself.”
“I want you, Phoebe. I need you so damn badly.” I tilted her chin up, then kissed her lips.
I dragged my mouth down the column of her neck, slowly feeling each of her inhales and exhales. It was exquisite. I’d barely made it to her collarbone when her skin turned sensitive. She had goose bumps on her arms. How could she react so deliciously simply because I was kissing her neck?
I bunched her dress in one fist and then pulled it over her head, feeling her muscles contract beneath my touch. Her entire body was preparing for pleasure—bracing itself. As it should, because I was going to rock her world tonight.
The room was dimly lit. The only source was from the night-light under the bed, but that was more than enough. I wanted to get my own clothes out of the way too. Tonight, I wanted as much skin-on-skin contact as possible. I needed to get lost in her, for our bodies to move and feel as one.
I tugged at the bottom of my shirt. At the same time, she yanked my belt away.
“You want me naked,” I stated.
“What gave you that idea?” she murmured in a teasing voice.
While I was quickly undoing the buttons of my shirt, she took her time, pushing my pants under my ass. I stepped out of them immediately.
“Hey, why are you in a hurry?” she teased again while tugging at my boxers.
She gripped my cock in her fist, pushing down the boxers with her other hand.
Then I felt the flat of her tongue on my crown.
I dropped my head back as a groan tore through my chest, a shock of pleasure coursing through me.
It was completely unexpected, and I hadn’t braced for it at all.
I swung my hips forward, and she immediately took her hand away and slid her mouth down my erection.
“Fuck, Phoebe,” I exclaimed.
She looked decadent in the dim light, on her knees, moving one hand up and down between her thighs.
“Sit on the bed, babe.”
Licking her lips, she pushed herself up on her haunches and then sat right at the edge.
But as I kneeled in front of her, I had another idea.
I sat next to her instead and pulled her onto my lap so her back was to me.
I could see our reflection in the mirror across the room. She gasped when she noticed it.
I kissed her shoulder blade, smiling against her skin as I trailed my fingers on her inner thighs.
“Spread even wider for me, Phoebe.”
She opened her legs, and they dangled on the outside of mine.
“Oh, Griffin,” she murmured.
I inched closer to her pussy and pressed two fingers against her opening—just on her folds, without touching her clit. She cried out, dropping her head back.
“No, I want you to watch,” I whispered in her ear. A tremor shook her, but she straightened up, keeping her eyes focused on my hand in the mirror. “That’s it. Follow my commands, beautiful, and I promise you’ll come.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked in a shy voice.
“I’ll prolong this and torture you.”
She kept her eyes in place as I started to rub little circles around her clit. Her body jerked, and she pressed her thighs together. On instinct, I stopped moving.
“Keep them wide open for me, babe,” I instructed.
She drew in a sharp breath, but instead of opening them, she pressed her knees together.
I still wasn’t touching her clit.
She groaned in protest. “Don’t stop please,” she begged.
Fuck. I could resist many things in this life, but not the sound of Phoebe begging for me.
Still, I waited until she parted her legs before touching her again. This time, when I brushed her clit, she buckled forward, shoulders hunched. Her eyes were fixed on my hand. She was slick now—so slick, in fact, that I could slide inside her and she’d be able to take me.
But I wasn’t going to give her my cock yet.
Instead, I alternated between circling her clit and sliding one finger inside her.
I watched her face and body intently, moving my hand enough to bring her pleasure but not too much.
I didn’t want to overwhelm her. With my other hand, I kept touching her breasts. Her nipples were already hard.
I took my hand away from between her legs and instead positioned my cock so the length of it rubbed her entrance.
Then I moved my hips, slowly rolling them back and forth, as I rested my mouth on her shoulder, groaning against her skin.
I felt her slick pussy against the length of my cock.
It was even more of a torture than I’d imagined.
“Oh my God, Griffin. Yes. Please, please, please,” she chanted. Then she rolled her hips, too, rubbing herself against my cock.
I stilled, letting her take over, moving at the rhythm she wanted. Only the tip of the crown was nudging her clit, but it was enough. She climaxed seconds later, and I watched her transform in the mirror.
Her chest expanded as she threw her shoulders back. She bent her right leg and then straightened it abruptly. Her whole body was surrendering to the sensations. When her breathing regained a normal rhythm, she opened her eyes.
“Look in the mirror,” I commanded, and she fixed her gaze on us again. Then I slid inside her.
Now I was the one breaking my own rule. I closed my eyes firmly shut, breathing in deeply through my nose. I needed to center myself for a bit so I didn’t immediately lose myself. I wanted to prolong this as much as possible.
“Oh God, Griffin,” she murmured.
I sat completely still. Even so, the pleasure was overwhelming for both of us.
Then I opened my eyes and rolled my hips.
The orgasm had taken a lot from her; she didn’t have as much energy as a few minutes ago.
Her entire body was soft, but from the way she clenched around my cock, I knew she was even more sensitive than before.
She shuddered every time I touched her clit.
I watched, transfixed, as my cock slid in and out of her while I kissed her back and neck.
I wanted to devour this woman every way possible and become one with her.
I needed my release. But at the same time, I didn’t want this to end.
I was close, but I didn’t want to give in before I knew she was close too.
I pounded her so damn hard that the sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room. And yet I needed more freedom to move. I put my hand on her pelvis and stilled.
“I need you in another position, love.”
She gasped and then moaned, “No, please.”
“I’ll give you my cock right back. Don’t worry,” I said, sliding out of her.
I pushed her to her feet and then rose too. Still holding her by the hips, I turned us around so she was now facing the wall.
“Just lean over and put your palms on the wall. Stand on your tiptoes.”
She’d love this angle. I slid inside her the second she bent forward. She lost her balance for a split second, but I held her firmly.
Then I moved ferociously, thrusting in and out of her while I pressed two fingers against her clit. I was kissing the expanse of her back, feeling every muscle contract. Only when I heard her muffled scream did I realize she was biting her own arm.
“I want to hear you. There’s no one here who can overhear us. Scream the walls down.”
She dropped her arm, and her guttural cries filled the room. And I was lost to this woman. One second, I was focusing on her pleasure, listening to her release; the next, my body was on fire. I slowed down because I wanted to feel the way her muscles spasmed around me.
I didn’t want to rush her with my orgasm. But then I didn’t have a choice anymore because it slammed right into me without warning. I cried out right along with Phoebe.
Once we’d both ridden out our climaxes, I led her to the bed. She immediately lay down.
Her head was turned, one cheek pressed to the mattress, the other exposed to me. I kissed it softly without saying a word.
I’d spend my whole life bringing this woman pleasure and happiness, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.