Page 66 of Subbing For Santa

“There are positions in tantra?” His brows hitch high, and I smile, nodding.

“Yes. Many. The Lotus position is a very intimate position, though. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” He frowns and I shrug.

“It’s less like fucking and more like…” I suck in my lips before I finish the sentence. “Love making.”

Again, his brows hitch. He’s going to get a headache at this rate. I worry for a beat that it might be too much, but then his lips spread wide, and a devilish grin contorts his face.

“You wanna make love to me, beautiful?”

“If you think you can handle it?” I jut my chin up, hoping to hide the momentary drop in confidence I’m hit with.

Reaching forward, Griffin picks up my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles before speaking. “I can handle anything you throw at me, Aggie.”

I move then, climbing onto his lap to wrap my body around his, crossing my ankles together behind his back while my arms weave around his neck.

“The idea behind this position is to be limited with how much movement can happen. I can either dry hump your bare dick or slide you inside, but we need to stay locked together like this.”

Griffin nips at my ear. “Not much room for thrusting, but I don’t really care, as long as we stay together like this.”

“You like it?” I ask, pulling back a little to look into his eyes.

“Fuck yes. I need you close. Always.”

His lips close over mine, and on instinct, our bodies start pressing against each other, hungry for more. I wasn’t sure that Griffin would be interested in anything that wasn’t a good hard fuck. Don’t get me wrong, I love that, but this I also love. And for some reason, it feels so much more with him than with my tantra coach I learnt it from a number of years ago. He’d warned me at the time that it can be a powerful experience, and outside of training really should be with someone you feel safe to reveal all your secrets to.

I don’t know if I can ever admit all of my secrets to Griffin, especially the one about my family, but if I did, I get the feeling he’d be able to handle it. Especially given his line of work.

Letting myself fall victim to the sensations building between us, I move my hips slightly, grinding my pussy over his hard straining cock and we both moan into each other’s mouths, breaking our kiss.

“You feel amazing.” Griff rasps next to my ear before sucking the lobe into the warm heat of his mouth.

“You wanna keep going like this, or you want to go inside me?” I ask as I grind a little harder, hungry for more friction.

“Stay like this. I wanna come on your clit.”

“Fuck.” I moan, my grip around his neck going tighter as we hug impossibly close, our hips the only parts of us moving the slightest.

“I like hearing you swear.” He pants, nipping at my lobe this time. “I like knowing I have the ability to make you lose your inhibitions.”

Moaning louder at his admission, my skin prickles with heat as Griff chuckles at my lack of control.

“Fuck, Griff.” I pant, grinding harder. Faster. The silken feel of his stiff cock sliding between my folds, sending me into a frenzy.

“Look at me.” He rasps, and I pull back a little so my eyes can meet his.

“How did this…” I pant, sucking in some much needed air, “turn into you taking control?”

He chuckles. “I’ll always give you what you need. And you need me to dominate. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” I admit, looking into his eyes, showing him how much I need him without saying it outright.

“I need you, too.” He grunts out, his face turning almost pained. He’s not in pain, though. Quite the opposite.

We don’t say anything else. Our eyes locked as our pelvises chase the high we are giving to each other. As we both draw closer to our ecstasy, Griff’s hands grip my arse cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and pressing me harder against him. His dick slides through my wet folds, hitting my needy bundle of nerves with each stroke, and I start to soar. He must see it on my face, his friction picking up in pace until my internal walls start clamping onto thin air, and an explosion of pleasure detonates my nerve endings. The moment I feel the hot wet heat of his cum jet from his dick to hit my clit, I forget to breathe. Tiny zaps of electricity shoot over my skin from head to toe, heating my body from the inside out until I’m almost positive I’m about to self-combust.

Never have I felt this. Never has my body undeniably claimed another in such a way that I’m pretty sure our souls just merged.

---