Page 78 of Chase the Storm

When I could take no more, convinced I’d come before I could see to her, I gripped her hair firmly, held her head in place, and pulled my hips back.

She looked up at me in surprise and asked, “Was it not good?”

Was she crazy?

I released her hair, urged her to her back, and brought my hands to her knees. “Indy, your mouth is fucking brilliant. But I need a taste of you right now.”

The heat in her eyes intensified, and she didn’t even need me to urge her legs apart. She parted her thighs on her own, clearly ready to have my mouth on her.

I didn’t delay.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, slid my hands beneath her ass, and angled her hips slightly to give myself better access to her. The weight of Indy’s thighs settled on top of my shoulders, and with just a few gentle flicks of my tongue against her clit, she was moaning.

I’d missed that sound far more than I cared to admit. If it had been possible, I would have done whatever was necessary to find a way to bottle up that sound, so I could hear it after she had to leave and go back to Colorado.

Though it was fun, phone sex just wasn’t quite the same.

And it certainly prevented me from having this, from being able to taste her and feel her squirm.

“Griffin,” she panted, her fingers threading through my hair until her palm was resting against my head, holding me where I was.

Knowing how turned on she was, I kept at her—licking, sucking, and teasing.

Indy’s heels pressed firmly into my back, an indication that things were building for her.

My dick was throbbing with need, but instead of giving in to that desire and driving my cock into her pussy, I buried my face deeper between her legs, determined to take her there with my mouth first.

Craving the feel of having her warmth wrapped around me again, I knew I needed to get her where she was going. With all the squirming she’d been doing, my hands had lost purchase on her ass quite some time ago. So, one of my arms snaked up her body, my hand squeezing the soft, round flesh of her breasts while my other arm wrapped around the front of her waist and held her in place.

It was just what I needed.

Or, maybe it was just what she needed.

Because it wasn’t much longer after that when her breathing grew shallow, and she began to whimper.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come.”

The next thing I knew, she was writhing and panting, doing it all against my face as her orgasm tore through her body. My mouth stayed on her, working her through it, but the moment she made it to the other side, I surged up and drove inside.

“Fuck, Indy,” I groaned, loving the feel of having nothing between us. “It’s been too long.”

Fortunately, we’d had the discussion of birth control long before she even hopped on the plane, so we didn’t need to have it now. After being without each other for so long, it was nice to be able to stay in the moment and not have to worry about messing around with condoms.

“You feel so good,” she moaned. “I missed this so much.”

My hips thrust forward harshly. I hadn’t intended to be rough with her, but it was as though something else had taken over inside me.

The time.

The distance.

The feelings.

Everything had built us up to this point, and it was impossible to rein in the pulsing need and desire I felt for this woman. It all served to just make me go at her harder.

Indy hiked her knees higher and spread her thighs wider. I dropped my torso forward, my mouth finding hers as one of my hands curled around the front of her throat.

I was unrelenting in the pace or movement of my hips as my tongue slipped past her lips and allowed her to taste herself.

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