Page 49 of Rival
“Good,” he murmurs, then dives back in, using more pressure and circling my clit with his tongue before sucking it lightly into his mouth. Those damn fingers never stop roaming over me and my head swirls trying to keep up with his ministrations.
Covering my mouth, I cry out when my body starts trembling slightly, a pressure builds low in my stomach, and a gush of wetness leaks out of me.
He must hear the hiccup in my breathing because he increases the pressure. With my back arching, my breasts thrust up as I reach for him. I’m not sure where he’s taking me, but it’s scary and I feel like I’m about to lose control, about to be lost once he lets me go to the other side.
“Gri-Griffin! I—God!” My words are broken. With blood rushing to my head, I squeeze my knees harder just as he drivesa finger inside, a deep ache exploding inside me when he sucks on my clit hard.
And Ifly…
Curling up, I scream into my room, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he braces an arm over my abdomen to hold me still, my lower body pinned below him.
My orgasm is sharp and intense, and over before I even have a chance to understand what he just did for me. He’s opened my eyes and I’m seeing color and life for the first time.
In shock, I meet his gaze as he waits me out, but something has shifted for him as well. Griffin is breathing heavily, his muscles coiled and lips shining from my arousal. I justknowhe’s not finished with me.
The playfulness is gone. It’s gotten quite serious, and I think we’re both realizing the gravity of what’s about to happen. And I’m definitely not saying no.
Answering his unasked question, I dip my chin slightly, giving him permission, and his body surges up against mine. He keeps an arm hooked under my knee and opens me to him. Without even a chance for doubt to sink in, he takes over completely and surges inside my body.
A murmured, “I’m sorry,” escapes his lips as I feel every thick inch of him slide deeper and deeper into me, a sob wracking my chest when I feel my body tear from his intrusion.
In a whoosh, all the air is expelled from my lungs, and I jerk under him, stiffening from the unfamiliar feel. Griffin seems just as shaken as me as he reaches out to brush a sweaty strand of hair plastered to my face.
“Darlin’… are you okay?”
I know I have tears in my eyes, but I give him a wobbly smile. “I’m fine.”
He eyes me as if he doesn’t believe me, then gives me a kiss to swallow my moan as he shifts his hips, pressing further.
With his tongue lazily working against mine, he begins to move at a slow but steady pace. Dropping his forehead to mine, we both lose our concentration on this kiss, keeping our parted mouths just touching as he drives in harder and harder.
“Fuck.Fuck…I can’t even apologize for not lasting long. You’re so goddamn tight, Edith.”
There’s nothing I can say, nothing I would even be capable of speaking as I cling to him, hanging on while he takes me toward that cliff again. The room is filled with only our breathing and the sound of our damp skin crudely slamming together.
I want this to last forever, but the ache is there from my newly abused tissue along with another building orgasm, and Griffin seems like he’s lost to his own pleasure.
Without the same controlled movements as before, his fingers fumble over my clit and he circles his thumb quickly as his hips pound against me.
My eyes squeeze tight and just as he shouts, “Shit, I’m going to come!” I tighten around him with my completion, legs crossing over his back to hold him against me.
Griffin was holding himself slightly above me, but as he groans out unintelligible words, he drops to his elbows on either side of my head and buries his face into my neck as his body twitches against mine, the warmth of his release heating me from inside out.
Tears escape my eyes as my body locks around him, and this time, it’s a long time before I’m able to let him go.
Our harsh breathing is loud, and eventually he shifts to the side, tugging me along with him. His length slips free from my body with a pinch, and I pass out to his muttered, “Fuck. I didn’t pull out.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Griffin
Rolling over, I slip my arm over Edith’s body and pull her gently against me so I don’t wake her. At some point through the night, we disengaged from each other, but I’m not ready to abandon the feel of her laying half over me with her leg thrown across my thighs.
I’m also not ready to face the fact that I fucked her last night without a condom and didn’t pull out. Once I pushed inside of her, I knew I wouldn’t regret going bare, not with how wet and tight she felt clenched around me.Butit was my job to at least have that conversation with her, and I dropped the ball.
Barely inside her, I realized I didn’t even know if she was on birth control, so I resigned myself to at least pulling out to finish.
Yeah, that didn’t happen. She wrapped herself around me so tightly, there was no way I could have stopped myself from pouring into her. Last night I convinced myself I didn’t give a fuck after the thought struck me, but this morning?
