19. Eliana
NINETEEN
The waterfrom the boat’s showerhead pours down on us, chasing away the cold that had settled on my skin from the freezing ocean water. Griffin stands behind me, naked, but it doesn’t feel sexual right now. His presence is comforting as I lean into him, feeling his warmth on my back. This is the first time I”ve been fully naked in front of anyone.
He moves my wet hair to one side and lowers his mouth to my exposed neck, leaving a trail of light kisses from just under my ear down to my shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close like he never wants to let go.
“Why do bad things happen when I go to parties?”
“Please don’t think that’s true,” he whispers, “today it was a random accident.”
When I don’t reply, he reaches past me and grabs a bottle of shampoo, squeezing it out into his hand. He places the bottle back and gently begins massaging it into my hair, a small moan escaping from my mouth because of his soothing touch. He rinses it out before applying conditioner next.
“Thank you for jumping in after me,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome.”
“Why did you?” I turn around to face him, wanting to see his face when he answers.
“Because you called out for me.” His eyes roam my face before he pecks my forehead and rinses the conditioner out.
“So, all I have to do is call out for you and you’ll be there, just like that?”
“Just like that, no hesitation,” he confirms, running his hand through my hair, his eyes softening as he looks at me.
My breath catches as my throat tightens with emotion. The reply I had is trapped in my throat, so I throw myself at him instead. He doesn’t hesitate to take control, pushing my back against the tiled wall while his mouth consumes me. I gasp from the coolness of it, and he reaches up to adjust the showerhead so that it beats down on the wall, heating up the tile behind me.
“What a gentleman,” I mumble against his lips.
He nips at my bottom lip before he kisses the goofy smile from my face.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me up against him and I pour every emotion I feel into the kiss.
Desire.
Desperation.
Appreciation.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and tug him closer. Everything about Griffin feels right, like we were meant to find each other. I wasn”t sure how I would know if I met the right person to lose my virginity to, but in this moment, I”ve never felt more certain that he is that person for me.
“I’m ready,” I say between kisses.
He stiffens and pulls back to looks me in the eye. “What?”
“I want you to be my first.”
He doesn’t reply as he lowers me to my feet and shuts the shower off, grabbing a towel and drying my body before wrapping my hair up in it. I can”t tell if I”ve just been rejected or not.
I watch as he grabs another towel and starts to dry himself off. My eyes traveling downwards, following the light trail of hair, until they nearly jump out of their sockets. Saliva pools in my mouth as I take in the sheer size of him. There is no way that will ever fit inside of me.
He’ll break you in half.
“My eyes are up here, sunshine.” He cups my chin, raising my eyes back to his, a cocky grin forming on his lips. “Like what you see?”
Goose bumps break out across my skin as I nod, my cheeks heating. He chuckles and takes hold of my hand, walking me out of the bathroom and into the large bedroom. He dims the lights before wrapping his arms around my waist and guiding me backward to the bed until my back meets the soft sheets.
“What were you thinking of when you fingered yourself the other night?” he asks, lowering himself above me.
“Nothing.” I try to turn my face away from him, embarrassed, but he grips my chin and forces me to look at him.
“Don’t lie to me, sunshine,” he rasps.
His scent invades my senses, making it hard to think straight.
He smells intoxicating.
Hypnotizing.
Mesmerizing.
“Be a good girl,” he presses, raising my chin with two fingers, “and tell me.”
My nipples harden in response.
“You,” I finally whisper, almost inaudible, but the way he stiffens tells me that he heard.
I flush to the point where my skin feels like it’ll burst into flames and avoid his eyes, but he lifts my chin back towards him again.
“What exactly was it about me that you were thinking of?” he asks, his gaze darkening.
“Your hands,” one of his brows raises questioningly, “I was imagining that it was your hands touching me.”
Both of his brows jump up and his eyes round slightly as he lets go of my chin. “All you had to do was ask.”
His eyes sparkle with lust, lips parting slightly as he stares down at me. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
His gaze is heavy on me while my whole body vibrates under his touch. No one has ever made me feel the way he has, and I feel it change something within me. The neediness in his eyes turns me on more than it should.
“Show me,” he says, removing his hand.
“What?”
“Show me how you like to be touched.”
“Absolutely not,” I laugh, pushing him off me and sitting up.
“Are you really going to make me beg?”
He lowers himself to the floor on both knees. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I stare down at him in front of me.
“Please,” he begs, “show me what it was you imagined I was doing to you.”
“Why?” I ask, my voice weak as I start to give in to the neediness that my body is begging for, that he’s begging for.
“I want to watch you come.”
“Why?” I ask again.
“Because.” He spreads my legs, taking turns kissing my inner thighs.
“Because?”
“Because it’s all I can think about, and I want to show you how much better it can get.”
He slowly spreads my legs further apart, revealing my slick wetness to him. His eyes jump up to mine as he curses under his breath. I start to close my legs as I begin feeling self-conscious, but he gently pushes them apart again.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he warns, “you’re too beautiful to feel self-conscious.”
He gently takes my hand and guides it to my sensitive peek, causing me to gasp when my fingers find my clit, not expecting to feel so close to the edge already.
“Show me,” he says, voice strained.
I start to move my hand in a circular motion, pleasure spiking through my body instantly. I fall onto my back and close my eyes, the pleasure intensifying.
“That’s it sunshine, get comfortable.”
When my breathing becomes ragged, he takes a seat on the bed next to me and places his hand on top of mine, stopping me.
My eyes spring open and I look at him questioningly.
“Let me show you something,” he whispers.
He moves my hand in circular motions again but slowly guides it toward my wet entrance. I let out a small gasp as he pushes one of my fingers inside of me.
“I won’t touch you, until you beg me to, but just know there’s nothing I want more than to touch you right now,” he murmurs, bringing his eyes back up to mine as he guides my hand up and down, my finger in and out.
My nipples harden at the raspiness in his voice. “Do it,” I say boldly, shocking myself.
His hand halts mid push as he searches my eyes.
“You want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I reply, pulling my hands out of his grip, “I want you to make me come.”
Griffin leans onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow, as he brings his other hand to my face and pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Beg,” he says, challenge dancing in his eyes as his fingers burn a trail along my lower stomach.
“Please,” I whisper, cheeks burning.
“Please what, sunshine?”
“Please,” I take a deep breath, “make me come.”
“Fuck,” he says in a low voice.
Without hesitation, he lowers his fingers to my clit and the first circle of his fingers sends bolts of electricity shooting through me. I can’t hold in the gasp as he does it again. He lowers his fingers to my entrance and slowly pushes one inside of me as I let out a low groan.
This feels indescribable, better than anything I could ever do. If this is what he’s able to do with his fingers, I can’t even begin to imagine what he can do with his cock.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he watches me, his eyes glazed.
He works his finger in and out before sliding another in, causing me to moan again. I feel myself nearing the edge again, so much faster than when I was doing it to myself.
“You’re close,” he says, his eyebrow raising as a knowing smile forms on his lips.
“Don’t smile at me like that,” I groan out breathlessly.
That smile alone might be what tips me over the edge. I clench around his fingers, wanting to feel every single movement.
He chuckles and the sound is magical. “Your pussy is going to snap my fingers in half at this rate.”
My whole world explodes when he pushes his thumb against my clit and starts to apply pressure as his other two fingers continue to work inside of me. Black dots fill my vision as I whimper in pleasure, my hands flying down to his and gripping tightly as my legs and core tighten. A full body orgasm washes over me, my thoughts turning to mush as my toes curl and my heart slams against my chest.
“That’s it, baby. Keep coming for me,” he grinds out, slowing down his pace as I start to tremble.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, his eyes never leaving mine, and brings them to my mouth.
“Taste how much you want me, sweet girl,” he mumbles as his slick fingers slip past my lips.
I don’t break eye contact with him as I lick and suck his fingers clean, his nostrils flaring as he struggles to control himself.
“So beautiful,” he whispers as he drags his fingers from my mouth and down to my chest.
He gently runs his fingers over my scar. “So beautiful,” he repeats and I feel those words heal something inside of me.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he runs his fingers through my wet slit again before bringing them to his own mouth this time, licking his fingers clean. Everything about him entrances me but watching him lick his fingers from my release takes the cake.
“My turn,” I say, pushing him onto his back.
He stares up at me with round eyes and I can’t hold my laugh in as I lower myself between his legs.
I open my mouth and slide his cock against my tongue, the salty taste of his precum overriding all my senses, until his hard length hits the back of my throat. He drops his head against the mattress and groans.
“How is this the best blowjob of my life?” he grinds out, lifting his head to watch me as I blow him.
I slowly pull back until the tip touches my lip and then plunge it back into my mouth. I repeat this over and over, picking up speed each time. His hands reach out and fist my hair as he watches me take him as deep as I can, my eyes watering.
“You look so beautiful with your lips around my cock, sunshine.”
His gaze slides from my eyes to my mouth as he starts to thrust along with me, his stomach muscles rippling as he fucks my mouth even deeper.
“I’m going to come,” he says through clenched teeth.
He thrusts his cock deep in my mouth as his body shudders and his salty release flows down my throat. His pumps slow as he jerks, riding out the end of his orgasm before I pull back and release his cock watching it fall to his stomach limply. I hold his gaze as I swallow, and he groans in response.
“Fuck. That’s so hot,” he whispers, pulling me up to him and holding my naked body against his, “where have you been my whole life and how the hell did you do that?”
“Practice,” I laugh.
His body stiffens before he pushes me onto my back and hovers over me with pinched brows. “I thought you said you’ve never done any of this before?”
“I told you I’ve never touched myself or been touched. That doesn’t mean I never did anything for my partners.”
“So, you’ve…”
“Given a blowjob before? Yes.” I confirm.
“Well damn,” he says falling back down to the bed and pulling my body against his. “I guess I’ll have to fuck your mouth until you forget about all the others before me.”
My nipples pebble at the thought but I force the feeling away, letting my body sink against his, like a missing puzzle piece, and slowly doze off.