16. Griffin
Chapter 16
Griffin
M y hands are on Andi as soon as I shut the back door at home. My lips on hers, my palms on her jaw, and her back against the wall. Our kisses are messy and desperate, all clashing teeth and tongues. Her hands tunnel into my hair, mine grasp her thighs and ass, pulling her closer, needing every inch of her against me. Our breaths are ragged, panting, like we’ve been running for miles, and fuck, maybe we have. We’ve been dancing around this for weeks, and now, it’s exploding all around us. Uncontrollable, that’s how I feel.
Wild, that’s what we are.
She moans into my mouth, and I can’t get close enough, so I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the jeans she changed back into after our dunk in the water, and it’s driving me out of my mind.
“I have to get you naked,” I tell her, and she nods, searching for my lips again, her tongue gliding against mine. Holding her, I stagger my way through the kitchen and upstairs, our mouths still locked, my hands still gripping her ass cheeks. I’m not graceful or smooth, too fucking riled up to care about tripping over the steps. I have to get her to my bedroom. The sooner, the better.
When I do finally make it, I toss her on the bed, and she lands with a laugh, her hair splayed out around her, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. She’s a goddamn vision. I crawl over her, capturing her mouth again, my hands roaming her body, over her perky little tits to her waist and down her thighs that she pulls me closer with.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this,” I confess, and she weaves her fingers into my hair, directing my mouth to her throat.
“Probably not as many times as I have.”
I pause and set my palms on either side of her head so I can meet her gaze, her dark eyes alight with lust. I imagine mine are the same way. “Every time I jerked off, I thought of you.”
She licks her lips, her voice a low rasp when she says, “Every time I used my vibrator, I thought of you.”
I bury my face in her neck with a groan. “Fuck, Andi. Don’t tell me that.” I lower my weight on top of her, angling my hips to rub my cock over her pussy, up and back, and I know I’ve hit her clit when she exhales harshly. “You’ve been downstairs getting off with that big pink thing when I’ve been here with my hand on my cock. You could’ve had the real thing.”
She claws at my T-shirt, ripping it over my head. “You told me we had to keep it professional.”
“I’m an asshole. Why’d you listen?”
She cups her hands on either side of my face, stroking her thumbs over my cheeks. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this before, but you can be kind of intimidating.”
“You’re the last person I want to intimidate,” I tell her honestly, and I’m offered a smile in return.
“You’re the last person I want to disappoint.”
“You could never disappoint me.”
At this, her good humor flees, tension taking over her features, and I sit back, giving her breathing room. I don’t like the uncertainty in her gaze or the way she suddenly seems nervous. My skin pricks with annoyance. Not at her, but at whatever has made her feel this way.
“What’s wrong?”
She nibbles on her lip, looking anywhere but at me.
“Andi.”
She slants her eyes to me, her throat working on a swallow. Still, she remains quiet, and I know I’m going to hate whatever she is going to tell me. Because she will eventually.
I rub my hands over the sides of her thighs, trying again. “What is it?”
After a moment, she props herself up on her elbows and takes a deep breath. “I’m not very…experienced.” She drops her focus to my fingers at her hips. “With sex. And I don’t…”
I lean forward so she’ll meet my gaze. I don’t want her to be embarrassed about this, but I know she is. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
When she chews on her lip again, I tug it out from under her teeth and hold her chin in my hand so she has to look at me. I need to hear whatever it is she has to say.
It’s a long time before she finally says, “I don’t orgasm with other people. I never have.”
I shake my head in confusion. “What do you mean, never?”
“I’ve only had sex with two people, and I’ve never…” She shrugs. “I don’t want you to be, like, upset or something.”
I smooth my hand up her face, burying my fingers into her hair. “You won’t. I don’t care that you’re not experienced. It doesn’t matter to me. I only care about you and how you’re feeling.”
She nods, but I can tell there’s more. “I just… I want you to enjoy it. I want to make you feel good, and I don’t want you to worry about me, okay?”
I’m stunned. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This beautiful, amazing woman has never had an orgasm with another person? And she’s worried about me enjoying it?
“Andi.” I make my voice as gentle as possible…which is to say, not very much. “Why?”
I know she needs contact. She needs physical assurance. So I can’t understand why no one has given her an orgasm.
“It’s complicated,” she says eventually, and I don’t like that answer.
“Uncomplicate it for me.”
Her responding laugh is frustrated. “I can’t. It’s… I don’t want to talk about it right now, but I’ll tell you it’s hard for me to relax and enjoy it, I guess. I…” She sighs and flops back down to the mattress. “I want to be with you. I want to do…sex with you, but I’m nervous, okay?”
I give in to a growing smile. “You want to do sex with me?”
“Don’t tease me,” she whines, though she’s smiling.
I skate my hands down her body, from her collarbone to the inside of her thighs. “I want you to tell me the reason why later, but for right now, I’m going to work on making you comfortable. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”
I stand to remove my shirt, and her eyes track my movements as I strip off my socks and jeans, leaving me in only my boxer briefs. “I’m going to get condoms, but if we don’t actually have sex, that’s fine with me, okay?”
When she nods, I slip into the en suite to find the small unopened box in the closet. They’re almost a year old because, even though I may have slept with more people than Andi, there have only been two since I had the kids. So, it’s been few and far between. I place the box on the nightstand then sit on the bed next to Andi and bend to kiss her, taking my time now that I appreciate how special this is.
Andi is extraordinary, but being allowed to touch her like this, to be given the opportunity to give her pleasure that no one else has been able to, makes me feel like a giant. With great power comes great responsibility. So I make sure to be careful.
Shifting to kneel over her, I trail kisses along her jaw and throat, urging her to sit up so I can tug off her T-shirt. I cup her tits over her bra, sweeping my tongue across her bottom lip, the one she likes to bite on and take a nip myself. She inhales sharply, a sweet moan of pleasure, and I kiss down her neck and collarbone, pausing only briefly to unclasp her bra. Before I slide it off her shoulders, I remind her, “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. And if I do something you really like, you have to tell me that, too.”
She dips her chin, her breath hot on my shoulder when she whispers in my ear, “Yes, Captain.”
“Fuck me, you’re perfect.” I whip off her plain tan bra to finally reveal these breasts I’ve been fantasizing about. They’re small and round and sit up like cupcakes on her chest. Unable to wait a second longer, I mold my hands around them, brushing over her reddish-brown nipples, sucking on one until she squirms. “Yeah,” I say around the stiff peak. “I’m gonna make sure you love this as much as I do, because I really fucking love this. Love hearing you whimper like that. Makes my dick so hard.”
I move to the other side, licking and sucking while plucking at the nipple I’ve already made wet. Andi’s hands scrabble for something to hold on to, knocking the pillows off the bed, eventually holding on to the end of the mattress. Which is perfect because it brings her tits up even higher in an offering. I go back to laving the first nipple, and she gasps. “I never knew I was so sensitive like this.”
Figures. Whoever she was with before didn’t take the time to find out what she liked and what worked for her. It pisses me off, but I recenter myself on the present, on making her feel good.
I worship her tits for a few more minutes, playing with them until they’re red and shiny, like I’ve imagined, then sink lower, kissing down her flat stomach. I drag my fingertip over her piercing, gently toying with it before tugging at the button of her jeans. When I look up at her, she nods, so I undo it and then the zipper, and slide them off.
Which is when she tenses.
An automatic reaction.
I know she was enjoying herself before, so I start all over again. I hold myself above her, kissing only her mouth, and when she seems to relax a little, I lower myself to my elbows so she can feel how badly I want her. How much I’m turned on.
I nestle my cock between her thighs, and with only two thin pieces of cotton between us, I can feel how damp she is. It makes me even harder, but I focus on working the tension loose in her limbs. I urge her arms around my neck as I leave openmouthed kisses from behind her ear to her shoulder. Eventually, she curls her fingers around the back of my head, and when I move lower, back to her breasts, she brings her thighs to my sides, rocking her hips up, searching for relief.
“I like that. Keep doing that,” she tells me on an exhale when I scrape my teeth over her nipple, and nothing has ever felt like a bigger achievement than getting this girl to admit what she likes when it’s difficult for her.
There is no more vulnerable position than this, and I’m so proud of her for being honest. Even more grateful she’s allowing me to be the person she’s being honest with.
I catch on to how she needs a slight bite of pain, a pinch here and there before soothing it with my tongue, and I wonder if I can get her over the edge like this. Especially because she’s rocking her hips now, making it awfully difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing since I just want to fuck her already with how her body is begging for it.
I stretch out on my side, keeping my mouth at her chest while reaching my right hand between her legs, finding her underwear soaked. This woman will be the end of me. “I’m going to touch you now,” I tell her. “You tell me what feels good, yeah?”
She nods, and I quickly pull the cotton down and off her legs. Of course, she closes her thighs to me, so I simply place my hand on her stomach and keep licking and nipping at her nipples until she loosens up once again. I glide my hand down slowly, over the trimmed hair on her mound to her pussy, but I don’t do any more than palm her, letting her know I’ve got her. I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.
When she starts swaying her legs side to side, I wiggle my hand, pushing her thighs open wider until I can spread my fingers, my middle digit over the length of her slit. She’s soft and wet, and I ease inside her.
“Still with me?” I murmur against the underside of her breast, and she nods. “I want to make you come. I want to feel you clench around my fingers. Feel how wet you get. Then I want to lick you clean.”
She inhales deeply, her eyes focused on the ceiling, and while she’s not tense like she was in the beginning, she’s also not close to orgasm. I drag her slickness up to her clit, circling it, and her next inhale is sharp.
“How do you like it?” I ask. “Fast or slow?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Yes, you are. When you get yourself off with your vibrator, how do you like it?”
“Um.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “In between, I guess. Not too fast, not too slow.”
I bite her shoulder. “Well, Goldilocks, we’ll find what works for you. Just keep talking to me. Don’t be quiet.” When she doesn’t reply, I nudge her nose with the tip of mine. “Andi.”
She tilts her head to me, her mouth against mine when she says, “Please, a little faster.”
“Atta-fucking-girl.”
I dip two fingers inside her, coating them with wetness before giving her what she needs, a little faster on her clit while sucking on her nipple and plucking at the other with my free hand. It’s a balancing act, to keep her in the moment and out of her head, listening to her breathing, feeling how she responds, and while she likes it, I know she’s not there. So, with one last kiss to her nipples, I shift up to kneel.
“We’re gonna try something, baby.” I slide my fingers back inside her and use my left hand to take over her clit.
She immediately responds. “Ooh. Yes. Yes.”
I crook my fingers, pressing them against her swollen wall, stroking it over and over, and she shoots her hands out, digging her fingernails into my forearm like she did earlier. I fucking love it.
Her skin turns blotchy as she closes her eyes, and I feel her tensing, fluttering, finally finding it. I don’t even know if Andi realizes, but she’s thrashing back and forth, hips moving with abandon. I don’t change a goddamn thing. I merely keep praising her, working her over with my fingers, enjoying the thrill of being the one to get her there. To the place where she’s about to fall over the edge. “That’s it, sweetheart. Ride it out. You’re doing so good. So fucking perfect.”
“Please, Griffin,” she whines, all sweet and breathy and pleading.
“Let go. I’ll catch you. Just let go, baby.”
She does. With a glorious cry, she comes on my fingers, and I’ve never felt more accomplished in my life than watching this girl blink her eyes open and smile at me like I’m her hero.