Page 64 of Subbing For Santa

I shake my head, trying to fight back my grin at how cute he looks right now. I reach behind me, unlatching my bra and watch his eyes devour me and I ease it down to drop to the floor.

“A huge part of tantric sex is about energy. About movement and anticipation.” I hook my fingers in my soaking panties and tug them down, keeping my eyes trained on Griffin’s face. “You can do that by engaging in your chakras and exploring the essence with each one. Although maybe not all in one sitting.”

“Chakra?” He asks absentmindedly as he too tugs down his jocks, his eyes taking all of me in. “What’s that?”

“Chakras are energy points in your body. A good way to think of them is spinning disks of energy that connect to nerves and organs. By focusing on one at a time, you can enjoy very different experiences.”

“Is my dick one?” He smirks, and I laugh, not able to hold back.

“No, Griff. Your dick isn’t one, but that’s not to say that your dick won’t get enjoyment from it.”

He sucks in a deep breath, his dark eyes locking with mine to study me for a beat.

“I don’t know how long I can hold back from touching you, Aggie. You’re like a drug to me.”

Shit. I understand his words completely as the urge to simply leap on him and sink down on his hard cock is almost overwhelming. But I refrain. I want to see if he can do this. I know he will enjoy it if he gives it a chance.

“We can touch soon, but for now, let’s focus on energy.” I gesture my head to the bed, and he follows on the other side, his eyes staying locked on me the whole time.

We both climb onto the soft sheets, kneeling before each other, and I offer Griffin a warm smile.

“Let’s focus on our breathing first. Close your eyes and slow your breathing a little until you feel calm.”

Nodding, Griffin closes his eyes, following my instructions, so I do too, turning my focus on my breathing.

“I can’t focus.” Griffin’s voice is loud in the space, and my eyes fly open, startled a little to see him looking adorably concerned.

Grinning, I reach down and take his hand, guiding it to my chest and pressing his palm flat against my skin, right over my heart.

“I thought you said no touching.”

“I’m modifying it for you. Now focus on my breathing and synchronise yours to mine.”

Griffin frowns, but nods, his eyes falling to where his hand is pressed against my skin. I take slow deep breaths, watching how his chest starts to sync with mine.

“Close your eyes.” I whisper, and his lids fall shut as he continues to focus on our combined breathing. “We are going to do this for a few minutes. Let your mind drift a little, but not too far that you forget about your breathing.”

“Can you touch me too?” Griff whispers and I smile, watching one of his eyes crack open to peek at me.

“Is your love language touch, Mr Marx?” I ask, and he shrugs. “Ok, I’ll touch you, too. But close your eyes and focus.”

Fighting back a smirk, Griffin snaps his one eye shut, so I reach forward, pressing my hand to his chest, too. Instantly, heat travels up my arm like a sponge in water, and my lids fall shut as I enjoy the contact. Since Griffin is more about touch, I decide to revert to that form of tantra, and I slowly start running the pads of my fingers over the smooth skin of his chest.

“Keep your eyes closed,” I whisper, “but let your hands explore my chest, neck and head.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Griffin’s fingers are gliding over my skin, travelling up to my collarbone, neck, ear, and back down again. My hands follow a similar trail on his skin, and to make sure he is obeying my rules, I peek, cracking one eye open to see that he still has his eyes closed as he explores me.

When I move my touch to his arms, he moves his to mine too. When I start grazing my fingers over his face, he follows suit. Next, I sink my fingers into his hair, and his digits delve into mine as well.

I crack an eye again, but he’s still in his zone, his eyes closed, his face looking relaxed and blissful, so I close my eye again and enjoy the feel of his touch. Slowly, I run my fingertips back down the side of his face and start to travel south. When I get to his chest, I can feel how deep the rise and fall of his breathing is. He is affected by this, which is good.

“Open your eyes.” I whisper, prying mine open to see him do the same, a lazy look of lust meeting my gaze. “Eye contact plays a key part, as well.”

“So we just stare at each other?” He asks, his face neutral as our fingers roam over each other’s nipples lightly.

“Not stare. Look.” I smile. “Look into my eyes and get comfortable there.”

“I could drown in your eyes, Aggie.” He admits, and my heart does a little flip thing in my chest.

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