92 #2
Griffin lowered his head and watched me as he licked up my pussy and over my clit.
My breath caught. Seven nipped at my ear and the combined sensation was potent.
Griffin took his time—his tongue on my clit sent sensations everywhere and soon my chest heaved as I felt that edge.
It was both familiar and foreign, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about not being in control of it.
Seven’s hands ran up my arms and slipped around to massage my breasts.
He rolled my nipples between his fingers, and I sighed in pleasure as I tipped my head back against him.
My hips pushed against Griffin’s mouth as I chased something instinctual.
Two fingers slipped inside me with ease at how wet I was, and I tightened around them in pleasure at the sensation of being filled.
He rubbed exactly where I needed him to, as his mouth continued to work my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned, unable to keep still as pleasure radiated like energy under my skin.
Seven’s hand crawled up my chest and settled around my neck.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” he breathed.
His voice was edged with a wicked darkness I wanted to lose myself in.
Griffin set a rhythm that was impossible to ignore, or escape from.
He read every hitch of breath, every roll of my hips and muttered words of pleasure.
And Seven—he was like the breath in my lungs and the blood in my veins.
He whispered words of encouragement in my ear and filthy phrases that set Griffin’s eyes blazing and my heart pounding.
“He’s great with his tongue, isn’t he?”
“Fuck, I love those sounds you’re making.”
“You’re so wet, I bet you taste amazing.”
“G looks so hot between your legs, doesn’t he?”
“Those pretty nipples of yours are so sensitive—one day I’m going to make you come just from playing with them.”
Seven’s hands were everywhere, massaging, caressing, lifting me higher and higher until we were one.
I couldn’t tell where one of us began and the other ended as the language of pleasure took over, and even Seven’s words fell silent in favor of his shallow breaths.
My body came alive—I raced toward an edge that was both terrifying and enticing.
I wanted it so badly, but as it neared, I balked.
Sweat beaded my brow and ran between my breasts as I focused on it—fixated, obsessed, but suddenly unable to reach it as it eluded me.
“Fuck,” I panted in frustration as the pleasure ebbed.
But, nothing could escape Griffin. Those depthless eyes latched onto mine and he pulled back just enough to speak, while his fingers continued to rub in just the right spot.
“Don’t fight it.” His breath coasted across my clit and I clenched around his fingers.
“Stay with me.” He slowed his strokes. “Feel every inch of my fingers inside you. My tongue on your clit—tasting you—” His tongue lapped at the bundle of nerves.
“And baby, you taste like sin and a storm I want to drown in.”
Griffin continued to stroke in and out. He dragged his lips across my inner thigh and whispered words of encouragement.
“I love touching you here—” He planted a kiss on my skin.
“And here—” Another just above my clit. “And definitely here.” He sucked and licked until I whimpered breathlessly as the pleasure spiked again.
“I want to discover all the places that make you sound like that,” he said.
“And then I want to see which combination makes you fall apart completely.”
Griffin’s words reassured the doubts and fears that years of abuse had instilled. Beliefs that I was just a body to be used, beliefs that I had to perform, or that I had to earn my pleasure. The fear that I’d never know a touch that was my choice.
To know I finally was being held the way I’d always dreamt and that I wasn’t alone in overcoming the past brought tears to my eyes.
One slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, and I wanted to bury my face in Seven’s chest to hide it, but Seven’s hand came up and gripped my chin.
He slid his tongue slowly up the trail the tear made.
“Let them fall, little storm,” Seven growled. “I’ll catch them. Always.”
I gasped as Griffin changed his angle, and my head fell back on Seven’s shoulder with a moan.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
Seven’s cock was hard against my back and the thought that my pleasure turned them on was what eventually did it—I touched the edge—and I fell.
I cried out as pleasure crashed through me.
Wave after wave of it until I didn’t know up from down.
Griffin’s groan of pleasure against my clit as he continued to lick sent another one directly after the first. My body lit up from the inside, and I pulsed around his fingers and exploded.
Seven’s chuckle brought me back from the dead. Because that’s where I surely went.
“I think you killed her,” he said in amusement.
“Not a bad way to go,” Griffin rumbled, the edge of a laugh in his tone.
I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. My body was boneless—sated in a way I’d never experienced by my own hand. There was movement—covers pulled back, bodies manipulated until I was firmly nestled between them. I sighed heavily with contentment that went bone deep.
Arms tightened around me. A kiss on my forehead.
I had to agree, if this was how I died, it wasn’t a bad way to go.