She whimpered, her fingers twisting in my hair. “Griffin…”
“Tell me what you want, Vi.” I slid one finger slowly inside her, relishing the tight heat that clenched around me. “Use that clever mouth for something besides arguing tonight.”
She let out a desperate laugh, breathless. “Don’t make me beg?—”
“Who says I’m making you?” I slipped a second finger inside, letting her feel the stretch. “But I do like hearing you ask.”
She arched, frustrated, wrecked, her voice fraying. “I want your mouth. Please. Griffin, I need you?—”
“That’s better.”
I lowered my head, blowing a soft stream of air across her clit before flicking my tongue against the swollen bud. She cried out, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
“Like that?” I asked, sucking gently as my fingers worked deeper inside her.
“Yes! Oh god, yes...”
I settled into a rhythm, fingers thrusting, tongue circling, thumb applying just the right pressure to her clit. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room. When I felt her inner muscles start to flutter around my fingers, I closed my lips around her clit and sucked hard.
“That’s it, Vi. Let go. I need you to come in my shirt, need you to lose it for me.”
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 hersI 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 myjaw, 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.
