Chapter 36 #2
She shattered for me, body clenching around my fingers, thighs shaking, her voice breaking open on my name. I worked her through every last aftershock until she went limp, boneless and beautiful.
I crawled up her body, pressing a lazy kiss to the damp skin at her collarbone, then her jaw, then her mouth. “You know, I’m keeping this shirt,” I whispered, grinning against her lips. “It’s officially the best thing I own.”
She laughed, the sound wrecked but happy as she tugged on my shoulders, trying to guide me back up. I didn’t need to be told twice. I crawled up her body and propped myself over her on my elbows, careful not to crowd her but close enough to feel every stutter of her breath against my lips.
Our eyes locked, and for a moment I just took her in, memorizing the sight of her beneath me. Her hair wild on the pillow, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and searching. Wanting to say it. Needing to. But the words stuck in my throat, so I poured everything into my touch instead.
I kissed her like it was the only language I’d ever learned.
Slow, deep, cupping her face in my hands and letting her feel everything I couldn’t say.
My thumb traced her jaw, my nose brushed her cheek, my mouth lingered on hers long enough that she shifted beneath me desperate for orgasm number two.
I pressed the head of my cock to her, sinking into her slick heat inch by inch. Her back arched, head tipping back on a gasp, eyes fluttering shut as she clung to my shoulders.
“Yes,” she hissed.
I set a deep, steady rhythm, hips rocking into her as her mouth fell open and her hands fisted in the sheets. Every sound she made went straight to my head, to my cock, to every place in me that ached for her. This was what I’d wanted all day. This was home.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, locking her ankles against my ass.
Her arms roamed my back, holding me so close there was no space for anything between us.
I rocked into her, slow at first, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every inch of her clutching me tight.
She made a soft sound, almost a sob, and I kissed it away.
With every stroke of my cock, my body whispered to hers I see you. I want you. I’m yours. You’re safe. You’re loved.
Even if I couldn’t say it out loud, I spelled it out in the way I touched her. My hand slid into her hair. My mouth traced the column of her throat. My gaze locked onto hers, refusing to look away.
She searched my face, her eyes shining, like she was reading everything I’d never been able to put into words. She cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheekbone, and for a moment I thought she might tell me she loved me.
But she didn’t.
She just held on, letting me give her everything I had.
I rolled us over and settled her astride me. Her gasp echoed in the quiet room as she sank down, taking me deeper. Her hands braced on my chest as she moved, head thrown back in ecstasy.
This position gave me the perfect vantage point to admire the way she looked with my name across her chest. The whole image would be burned into my memories for eternity. Her cheeks were flushed, her lids at half mast, pleasure completely claiming her expression.
I gripped her hips, guiding her, my thumbs tracing circles on her skin. Her movements grew more confident, more demanding, her body taking what it needed from mine. I thrust up, prolonging the moment she ground into me as she unraveled above me, her head tipping back, throat exposed.
I gently tugged her down, needing her eyes on mine when she fell apart. “Stay with me,” I murmured, my voice gravel. “Let me see you.”
She nodded, her gaze locked onto mine as she rode me, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically. Her climax built, and her grip tightened on my cock until it took everything I had to hold back my impending orgasm.
I slid a hand between us, my thumb finding that perfect spot. Her cry was sharp, surprised, and her eyes went wide, pupils swallowing the color as she stared at me, coming undone while holding my gaze.
As her tremors subsided, I flipped her beneath me again, reclaiming control.
I needed to be closer, needed to feel her completely.
I hooked her knees over my elbows, opening her wider, sinking deeper.
Her gasp was pure sensation, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Each thrust was deeper, harder, but still pouring everything I felt into the connection.
“Griffin—” she breathed, her voice breaking.
I kissed her, swallowing her moans, our breath mingling. Her hands roamed my back, my shoulders. The intimacy of it was almost more than I could bear, this silent conversation of bodies, this language we spoke fluently without words.
When I felt her tightening around me again, her body coiling for another release, I slowed, drawing it out, making her wait. Her whimper was a protest, but I shook my head, my forehead resting against hers.
“Look at me,” I whispered. Her eyes, dazed with pleasure, found mine. “I’ve got you. You can give me another one, can’t you, gorgeous?”
She chewed her lip but nodded and I slammed into her. It didn’t take much before her back arched off the bed and she fell apart for the third time. This time, I couldn’t hold back any more and I followed her over the edge, burying myself as deep as I could, spilling into her with a strangled groan.
I collapsed on top of her, and buried my face in her neck. I stayed there, holding her, breathing her in, pressing my lips to her hair because it was all I could manage.
If I’d ever loved anyone, it was her. And if she didn’t know it yet, I’d spend the rest of my life trying to show her.