“It’s just me.” She smiles softly, and that gesture reaches into my chest and grabs my heart.
“That’s just it, baby. It is you. You’re the reason for all of it. I’ve never felt any of this before, not all at once.”
“I feel it too,” she confesses.
My hands move to her face, and she tilts her head back. I study her closely. I never want to forget this moment. The love I see in her eyes is shining so clearly, and it’s all for me.
“Griffin?”
I have to swallow to get past the lump in my throat before I can speak. “Yeah?”
She doesn’t say anything. Instead, her hands move to my swim trunks. I look between us and watch as she unties the strings and gives them a tug, causing them to fall to the floor. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. My balls are already tight and heavy, and when she leans forward and takes me into her mouth, my eyes roll back in my head. I grip my hands at my sides, grappling for control, but it’s not working. Her mouth is too hot and too wet, and if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to come down her throat. That can’t happen.
She comes first.
I take a step back, and my cock falls from her mouth with an audible pop. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and there is a question in her eyes.
“I’m not coming before you do.”
She smiles. “This isn’t a contest, Griff.”
“No. This is us, baby, and you come first.”
“Well, you better get busy then,” she sasses.
Before the words are even out of her mouth, I’m making quick work of shedding her of her purple bikini. “It looked great on you, but it looks better on my floor,” I tell her, palming her breasts and tracing her nipples with my thumbs.
“Lie back.” She does as I ask, her hair once again fanned out across my pillow. I climb onto the bed and lie next to her. Propping myself up on my elbow, I let my free hand explore her. I start by tracing her lips with the pad of my thumb, letting my hand trail down her neck and to her chest.
I take my time cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with my thumb and index finger, making sure I give them both equal amounts of attention. She squirms, and her chest is rapidly rising and falling, but neither of us says a word.
My hand travels over her quivering belly until I reach her pussy. My thumb rolls over her clit, causing her to moan. I slide my fingers through her folds, and she’s soaked. A few more strokes, and I’m sliding a finger inside her.
“I want you to feel this,” I tell her.
“W-What?”
“Your pussy. I want you to feel what I feel.”
“I did… that day on the video call.”
“I know, but now you’re here with me. I get to see up close and personal the flush of your skin and watch the rapid rise and fall of your chest with each breath. I can smell you all around me, while I watch you. Give me your hand.” I remove mine from her body and reach for hers.
“Griffin?”
“I want to watch you in person.” Together we move her hand between her thighs. I assist her with tracing her folds and then sliding her finger inside herself.
“Oh,” she says as her eyes close.
“You’re so warm and so wet. When you come, your walls tighten, and your body squeezes,” I tell her.
She’s slowly pumping her fingers, and my cock is weeping to feel her. Instead, I go for the next best thing and move my hand to rest over hers, sliding a long digit inside her, matching her rhythm.
“Griff…” My name is a plea falling from her lips. She arches her back off the bed, pushing her tits into the air. I capture one hard peak in my mouth and suck gently before nipping her with my teeth, only to soothe the ache with my tongue.
“I need” She starts but doesn’t finish what she was going to say.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“I need to come. I just can’t… I need something more.”
Removing my finger from her pussy, she cries out in protest. Gently, I tug on her hand and bring it to my lips. I suck on her finger and mine, tasting her. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I need more. Dropping our hands, I move to settle between her thighs. I lift her legs over my shoulders and get to work. I devour her with my mouth while she buries her hands in my hair.
“I can’t. Griffin, I can’t. It’s too much,” she pants.
She says the words, but her legs tighten around my head, holding me to her. She’s close. I double down licking and sucking until she cries out my name. I don’t stop until her hold on me eases and her grip on my hair falls away.