“You’re in charge here, Peyton. You say when, how, stop. You hold all the control.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I strip out of my clothes. I can’t let her leave tomorrow without knowing what it feels like to have her skin to skin. This memory will have to hold me over until I can see her again. I grip my cock and stroke it a few times, her eyes following the movement of my hand.
She moves to climb off the bed, and when she lifts her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor, I stroke faster. My eyes follow her every movement as she undresses until she’s standing before me, completely naked.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you.” She bites down on her bottom lip.
“Back in bed.” My tone is commanding, but I have to be. I’m ready to lose my shit. I’ve seen naked women. I’ve done my fair share of messing around, but none of them holds a candle to the beauty before me.
She climbs into bed and slides under the covers, holding them up for me. I slide in next to her and pull her close. “Damn,” I mutter when she wraps her arms around me. “I don’t know how I’m going to let you get on that plane tomorrow,” I confess.
“Shh… let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s just be.”
“I can do that,” I say as my hand ventures to her pussy. I stroke her clit with my thumb. Her head falls back to the pillow, and she closes her eyes. I trace my finger through her folds, feeling her wetness coat my hand before sliding in one long digit. My mouth wraps around one rosebud nipple as I suck gently.
“Oh,” she breathes, her eyes still closed.
“Peyton, open your eyes for me.” Her eyes pop open. “I need you to keep them on me, okay?” Her brows furrow as I slide in another digit. “I just… need your eyes on me.” I can’t explain my reaction to her. I never gave a fuck if the girl was watching. As long as it appeared like she was getting off, I was fine with it, but not with Peyton. I need her to know that it’s me. I need to know that she’s aware that I’m giving her the pleasure her body yearns for.
Only me.
I lazily pump my fingers in and out. I’m in no rush. Hell, I could lie here all damn day, just like this.
“Griff?”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Kiss me.”
I do what she asks, kissing her slow and deep. “Close,” she pants against my mouth.
I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting her. She whines in protest, but I’m not going to leave her hanging. Tossing the covers over my head, I move down her body to settle between her thighs. My fingers find their home inside her pussy, while my mouth finds her clit.
Her hands bury in my hair, and she lifts her hips. The action only spurs me on. I suck on her clit, then massage it with my tongue, alternating the motions while my fingers pump steadily in and out of her. I feel her walls start to tighten, and I know she’s there. I don’t stop until she cries out my name, and her grip on my hair relaxes.
Kissing my way back up her body, I pop my head out from underneath the covers. “So sweet,” I murmur, pressing my lips to hers. She doesn’t protest. Instead, she rolls to her side and pushes me to my back.
This time it’s her head that’s disappearing under the covers and her silky soft hands that grip my cock. I toss the covers back so I can watch the show. It’s not one I want to miss, and I decide I should warn her.
“I’m already close,” I say huskily.
Her reply is to bend her head and wrap her lips around my cock. I grip the sheets to keep from tightening her hair around my fist and assisting her. She’s doing just fine on her own. Over and over and over again, her head bobs up and down, taking my cock in her mouth. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head, but I force myself to keep them open. I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
When she peers up at me under her lashes, that does it. “Peyton.” I tap her shoulder. “I’m gonna come.” My voice is strangled. She doesn’t move. Instead, she increases her efforts, her head bobbing faster, her hands pumping in tandem with her mouth. “Tell me” I stop and take a deep breath. “Tell me where you want me to come,” I plead. She doesn’t answer, and I’m too far gone to ask again. My orgasm tears through me like lightning, and she takes it all. She swallows every last drop, releases me with an audible pop, and moves back up to lie next to me.