Page 48 of Rival
He punctuates his question with a thrust between my legs and we both groan loudly. Another wave of fear hits me, and I twist my head away from him to glance toward the door.
“He’s not comin’. No one is here. Nobody will hear anythin’.” Whispering all his reassurances again, I relax into my bed.
I drag my fingers over his chest and finger the front of his shirt. “I’ve never done anything like this.” My confession doesn’t seem to bother him but understanding flits across his face.
Bringing his face back to mine, he asks, “You tellin’ me you’re a virgin? That no one’s ever seen you like this before?” He pauses and leans back to drag his eyes down my clothed body. “No one’s had you beneath them?”
I blush, but I can’t help my bubble of laughter at his teasing. Biting my lower lip, I shake my head slowly, then whisper, “No. Never.”
Griffin sits up further and grins down at me. “Well then, if you’ve got no complaints, I’d like to change that for you.” Trailing his fingers over the front of my shirt, he plucks at the fabric. “I’m gonna take all of this off you, then mine. We don’t have to have sex if you have second thoughts, but I’d really like to feel your skin touching mine.”
A tiny part of me says I should stay covered, stay hidden from him, but a larger part of my mind is screaming to push forward. Let him feel me and experience sweet touches and affection from someone who’s never hurt me before.
I deserve to feel loved, even if it’s only for a moment… for a breath of time.
Digging my fingers into the old, thin sheets stretched across my mattress, I push myself up and raise my arms as his fingers play with the bottom of my shirt before lifting it up and over my head.
The amount of control I need to not cover my bra-clad chest is unreal, but I don’t do it. Instead, I lean back and let his eyes rake over me before his fingers at my back dance across the clasp, quickly releasing it with a practiced ease. The straps fall from my shoulders, then slip down my arms before he tosses it to the side of my room.
Scooting back on the bed, he removes my pants and underwear with less finesse, yanking them down my thighs and off my feet until I’m laid bare beneath him.
Griffin’s fingers trail over my exposed skin, goosebumps erupting along the path he takes to just below my belly button. My skin jumps under his touch when he flicks his eyes to mine, approval heating his gaze.
When his chin drops to roam over me again, he asks, “You want to help me? Otherwise, I’m just gonna yank everything off.”
Swallowing hard, I finally let my nerves make a decision instead of me pushing through them. “You, p-please. I don’t know what I should do…”
As my voice trails off, he’s already jerking his shirt over his head, one handed as he reaches behind his head. His pants are gone just as fast. Before I can even suck in some much-needed air, he settles his body back between my legs. This time his hardness presses against me with no barrier.
“You don’t need to do anythin’ darlin’. The great thing about this is there are no rules. We can just have fun. You tell me when to stop. Until you do, I’m gonna take my time with you if that’s alright?”
I give him a full smile, teeth and all, while threading my fingers through the medium length hair hanging over his forehead. “You need a haircut.”
“Nah,” he says, pressing kisses along my jaw. “I like the whole rugged, country boy look.” More kisses up to the corner of my mouth, but he only whispers over my mouth to the other side and works his way to my neck, then the skin along my shoulders. Nuzzling his face against the swell of my breast, he smiles at it and peeks up at me. “You believe me?”
I hum, pausing long enough to tease him. “Not really. I think you’re just putting off a haircut.”
Kissing lower, his tongue drags over my nipple and I gasp, freezing under the unfamiliar touch. “Maybe.” Another swipe of his tongue and he glances up again to watch me as he moves over to the other one, giving it the same attention. “Your skin tastes amazin’, Edith. Bet the rest of you does, too.”
My brows furrow slightly, not sure what he’s implying, so I lift myself up to watch him trail his mouth down my stomach, turning his head now and then to rub his rough cheek against me. He hasn’t shaved for a few days, so his whiskers are coarse, reddening every spot he nuzzles slightly.
“What are you—” My question is cut off when his shoulders part my thighs and I clamp them shut when his face drops to my sex.Holy mother of…
“Oh my God. What are youdoing?” I cry out, my fingers scrambling to grasp hold of anything, only finding his hair as his tongue swipes through my folds for the first time. He burrows deep, and I try to tug him away. “Y-You shouldn’t do that!”
Humming, he licks his lips crudely and squints at me. “I absolutely should be doin’ this.”
His head lowers, and he trails his tongue over me again, licking harder as he drags it over my clit and I shriek. I tug at hishair hard, panicked, but unsure why. Itfeelsamazing, but also nothing I anticipated.
Lifting up, he rests his chin just above my pubic bone and waits for me to catch my breath. “Edith, darlin’. Look at me.”
My wild eyes find him, mouth parted to suck in air. As soon as I focus on him, his smile is full of understanding and patience.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I just think you’re just worried about the unknown. Will you let me show you how good I can make you feel?” His fingers walk up my thigh and he drags the tips of them through my wetness, a blush exploding through me when his eyes heat. “I think you taste amazin’, but I want you to be comfortable. What do you want?”
Part of me relaxes under the slow stroking of his fingers as he distracts my body from knowing that he’s putting his mouththere. I consider it for only a moment, then take a deep breath. Blinking up at my ceiling, I nod once.
“I don’t want to stop.”
