She groans into my mouth.
I drag my lips down her neck.
She writhes under me.
I suck on her nipple.
She scrapes her nails against my chest.
The hint of pain sends blood rushing south. Not because I get off on pain—though I'm game to try that.
Because she's so lost in bliss she's claiming me.
Fuck, I want to be hers. To know I'm hers forever.
"Griffin." Her nails scrape my shoulders.
My balls tighten. I need her saying my name like that. I need it more than I've ever needed anything.
I flick my tongue against her tender bud.
"Mmmm."
"Say my name, baby." I tease her again.
"Griffin." She rakes her nails over my chest. "Please."
Goddamn, that sounds good on her lips. I want to tease her forever.
But I want to make her come more.
I release her nipple. Press my lips to the spot between her breasts.
Her stomach.
Her bellybutton.
"Griff, I…" She arches her back. Unhooks her bra. Flings it aside. "I want you to. But they're bad." Her eyelids flutter open. "Don't freak out, okay?"
I can't promise that. But I can promise this. "I need to make you come, Jules."
"I know. I just…"
"Take off your pants."
"Don't freak out."
"Now." I nip at her soft skin.
Her eyes fill with apprehension.
This is a big deal. For both of us. But I'm not treating it like that.
I'm not letting that ruin this.
I'm not letting anything ruin this.
"Don't make me ask twice." I drop my voice to something low and demanding.