Page 79 of Beyond The Break

I slowly turn in his arms until I’m facing him and reach out to brush a stray lock of his dark hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his skin. He looks so tranquil, and I don’t want to wake him, but I know I need to.

I gently nudge his shoulders until his eyes flutter open and his gaze locks on mine. His lips pull up into a lazy smile as he looks down at me, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear before he tilts my head and softly kisses me.

I return the kiss but pull away with a playful grin. “Morning breath,” I tease, burying my face into my hands in mock disgust.

He chuckles. “You’re one to talk.” His voice is husky with sleep and the sound sends an electric zap straight to my core, lighting up my nerve endings.

He pulls me into his embrace and holds me close as if I might run away forever. I melt into his arms, the warmth of his body enveloping me like a shield from the outside world. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of being in his arms, and the sound of his steady heartbeat echoing in my ears.

We lay like this for another ten minutes as we both slowly wake up, but I’m first to reluctantly extract myself from his arms, regret tugging at me instantly when the cool morning air greets me.

“It’s competition day, we should probably start getting ready,” I mutter as I sit up and stretch my arms.

Griffin rolls onto his back and scrubs at his face with his hands. “Yeah, probably,” he replies, his tone filled with resignation, “but can we stay like this for a little longer?”

I smile at him, my heart beating faster as I lay back down beside him. “Of course,” I whisper as I curl into his side.

He tilts my chin up again and kisses me more insistently, a flame of desire igniting between us. As our kiss deepens, each movement of his lips sends electric shocks throughout my body and all my worries of morning breath slip away. He rolls atop of me as his fingers trace their way over the contours of my body until he finds the waistband of my pajama shorts, sliding them down.

Is today the day I lose my virginity?

His lips move from my mouth to my chin as he kisses a trail down my body, each kiss feeling like flames licking my skin, until his mouth closes around my nipple. He stays there, lapping and nipping at each side before he makes his way down again and nestles himself between my thighs. I gasp breathlessly as he spreads my legs apart and lowers his mouth, tongue darting across my clit.

I slide my hands under the sheets and dig my fingers into his hair as his tongue sinks into me, licking and lapping my entrance. I curve my back as he devours me unforgivingly. It’s as if Griffin has lit an inferno inside of me, every nerve ending sparking to life and consuming me completely.

“Fuck.” I throw my head back, lips parted, and eyes closed.

“You taste so sweet, sunshine,” he says, his lips teasing my clit before he dives his tongue back inside.

His tongue is unrelenting, bringing me closer to the edge. My breathing becomes shallow as my toes curl, black spots appearing in my vision as I come undone, my thighs pressing the sides of his head as I come. The pleasure rolls through me in waves as I tremble beneath him.

Once the waves of pleasure have subdued, he kisses my center once more before tossing the sheets off us and crawling over me.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” I sound like I ran a marathon with the way I’m breathing.

“Yeah?” He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, thetaste of my arousal lighting another spark of pleasure before he pulls back.

“Yeah,” I confirm, a goofy smile plastered on my face.

He laughs and rolls to his side, pulling me against his chest. “I love that I’m exceeding your expectations,” he says, lips brushing against my hair, “and I love how good you taste while I do it.”

“I do, too,” I reply, sleepily, as I close my eyes and bask in his warmth.

The team is sprawledout under our tent at Sunset Beach. It’s the main beach in Bluewater Bluff, the hometown of the Rip Raiders. They’ve passed our tent a handful of times, giving Colton dirty looks as he shifts beside me uncomfortably each time they pass.

“Why are they being so extra about it?” Maliah says, annoyed.

The rest of the team haven’t been as welcoming to Colton since he transferred back to The Saltwater Shredders, but despite their cold welcome, they’ve been very protective of him today. Everyone except Griffin who is mid-competition ritual.

He’s kneeling in front of his board, headphones on, as he focuses on waxing. I can tell there’s something still bothering him, despite our wonderful morning. We showered together after finally getting out of bed, and when I asked him how he was feeling he instantly dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in my pussy again.

I don’t want to push him, seeing as I’m not innocent from keeping secrets too, but I worry that whatever he’s hiding is bad.

When the Rip Raiders pass us again, they slide a hand across their neck as they narrow their eyes at Colton.

Enough is enough.

I push myself to my feet and charge toward them, prepared to give them a piece of my mind, but I’m pulled back by a strong grip. I look over my shoulder to find Colton holding onto my wrist and shaking his head.

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