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.
