“Phoebe, you’ve had a few glasses of wine.”
“Not too much,” she said quickly. “I didn’t want to risk forgetting our stories or getting things messed up.”
She started to shake lightly. “Just this once.”
And that gave me the permission I needed. Because it could only be this once. We were too different for more.
I brushed my hand over her lips, and she opened her mouth slowly. I pushed my thumb in, and when I felt her tongue on the tip, I nearly lost my composure. I pulled my thumb back out and kissed her, exploring her slowly, parting her lips and giving her my tongue. She whimpered against my mouth, and I moved my hands to the sides of her body, then her back, sliding them down to her ass. When I pushed her against me, she whimpered again. I loved that she was so damn wound up.
I wondered how many strokes of her clit it would take to make her come. She needed this release badly, I realized. I’d had mine earlier in the afternoon, but she’d been holding this tension in her body for much longer. I needed to know how long exactly.
I moved my mouth in a straight line to her earlobe. “Since when have you wanted me, Phoebe?”
“Since you kissed me the first time.”
Oh fuck.That made my erection painfully hard. “Did the kiss make you wet?”
“Yes.”
New plan: I was going to explore her slowly, but only after she came once.
Cupping the back of her head, I captured her mouth again. With my other hand, I bunched her dress until my fingertips brushed her inner thigh. Then I moved farther up to her panties.
She held her breath as the muscles in her thighs clenched. I slowly pushed her panties down just past her ass, then covered her pussy with my palm. She was so damn wet. She moaned, gripping my shoulders.
“Can you keep quiet?” I asked.
Phoebe trembled in my arms. “I don’t think so.”
I didn’t think that either. But the guest room was on the opposite side of the house from the master bedroom, and on another level. There was no way in hell they were going to hear anything.
Still, I kissed her. I didn’t want to risk anything. I wanted to feel the vibrations in her body, to take in all her sounds. I tangled our tongues and moved my palm over her clit.
She’d been wound up since the first time I kissed her. She was going to need more than one orgasm tonight to release all that tension.
I pressed two fingers on her clit and rubbed them down toward her entrance, then dipped in the tips before going back up. She liked that a lot; I felt it in the way she pushed herself into my fingers, the way she gripped my shoulders even tighter. She didn’t even attempt to break the kiss. I swirled my tongue against hers even more fiercely as I repeatedly dipped my fingers inside her.
When Phoebe dug her nails into my shoulders, I knew she was close. I kept her hips in place, moving my hand at the pace she liked.
She came hard, and it filled me with so much damn pride. I slid my fingers inside her, thrusting them in while she was still orgasming. I alternated between applying pressure on her clit and massaging her G-spot until she all but crumbled in my arms. Tearing her mouth away from mine, she buried her face in my chest, muffling her sounds.
It didn’t matter that I’d relieved all that tension before. It had built back up in no time. She rode out her orgasm far too fast, and I knew that only meant one thing: she needed another one soon because she still had built-up tension to release.
Phoebe straightened up slowly as I dropped my hand.
“Griffin,” she murmured.
“You’re exquisite,” I said, but I was certain she didn’t understand a thing. My voice was hoarse, like I’d been screaming right along with her. I cleared my throat. “I’m going to make youcome again.” My voice was stronger now as I kissed the corner of her mouth. “I know you need it.”
“I do,” she confessed. “So damn much.”
I put a hand on her back, guiding her toward the bed. She was still wearing her dress. I was going to need that out of the way.
“Does your dress have a zipper?”
“No, it’s very stretchy,” she said.
That was all I needed to know. I yanked it over her head before throwing it in the room. I removed her bra, too, but then I couldn’t help myself and also pushed my pants down. I wasn’t going to withstand the pressure of the zipper on my cock for too long.
