When I took off my T-shirt, she traced my muscles with her fingertips, starting on my chest and trailing down to my abs. She slowed down as her fingers traveled to my navel before moving sideways.
“I’ve fantasized about these V-lines.”
“When?” I wanted to know every detail.
“On the boat,” she replied without hesitation.
I touched her collarbone and then cupped one breast. While I kissed her shoulder, she grabbed my cock, squeezing it tightly.
“Fuuuuuck,” I exclaimed, standing ramrod straight and sucking in a deep breath. I wanted my mouth on her. I needed to feel her come while my tongue was deep inside. So even though I desperately craved her touch, I took a step back and kneeled in front of her.
“Sit down. Don’t lie down, just sit and spread your thighs for me.”
I pressed a finger on her clit, and her body started to shake lightly. She lowered herself to the edge of the bed and opened her legs.
I licked up and down one side of her pussy, then the other. I didn’t touch her clit yet; from the way she’d reacted just now, it was probably very sensitive.
“Griffin, I can’t keep quiet.” She reached over to the left, grabbing one of the big pillows and putting it over her chest.
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to see you.”
I dipped my tongue inside her, and she clenched around it.
She was close already. I’d assumed that her clit was still tender from the first orgasm, but no. Her body was already craving the second one. When she pressed her face into the pillow, lifting her ass a fraction of an inch from the mattress, I had my cue. She didn’t need gentle exploration—she needed another wild orgasm.
And then she needed my cock.
I drew circles with my tongue over her clit faster and faster before sucking it into my mouth. Her ass shot up, and I moved my head at the same time, still keeping my mouth pressed on her. Her cry pierced the air, then became completely muffled as she bit into the pillow.
I could spend the rest of my life pleasuring Phoebe. Bringing her over the edge was fucking delicious. Her thighs gave in, and I still didn’t take my tongue off her. I wanted to apply pressure while she was still thrashing around.
She was now holding the pillow on her face with both hands. This was just the beginning. I needed her again after tonight, in a space where she could scream the walls down.
When I felt her muscles loosen, I kissed up her pelvis before pushing her farther back on the bed. I climbed over her, sitting on my knees and hunching forward until my face was level with her breast, then licked around her nipple slowly.
She pushed the pillow away as I moved to her other nipple before kissing her sternum.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her.
“Great. Perfect.” She put both arms around my neck before dragging her palms down my chest to my abs.
“That’s your favorite spot, huh?”
“Sort of. Can’t compete with this.” She wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed. “Let me get a condom.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. Grabbing a condom from my toiletries bag, I tore it open and put it on immediately.
Turning around, I stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her. She was sitting again on the bed, right in the center of it. Her knees were bent.
I walked toward the bed, climbing on it and quickly moving in front of her. I kissed her long and deep, relishing how she melted against my mouth. Then I pulled back, watching her intently.
“Turn around,” I said.
She swallowed audibly. “On all fours?”
