“Yeah? What is it?”
“I’ve heard that sitting on your lover’s face takes care of it.”
My mouth hung open. “Oh really . . .”
“Yes. It’s called CBFS, actually.”
“CBFS?”
“Cognitive behavioral face-sitting.”
I burst out in laughter. “So how does this work exactly?”
“Well . . . we start to attack your way of thinking by challenging the questions in your mind that cause you fear. Simultaneously, you’re sitting on my face while I work to bring you to orgasm. The eventual realization is that none of the other shit matters—aside from coming on my mouth.”
I laughed. “Ah. Seems like a very specialized therapy. Does one need a degree to administer it?”
“It’s self-taught. In fact, I need some practice, actually. And you look like you could use some CBFS right now. So . . . win-win.”
My brow lifted. “You want me to . . . sit on your face?”
“Car’s all packed. We’re ahead of schedule. I’m thinking that might be a good use of time, yeah.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Maybe an orgasm would do me some good to calm my nerves. But sitting on his face? Wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with that.
He could sense my apprehension. “It’ll calm you down. I promise.”
Griffin lay back on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. The ripples of muscle on his chest never ceased to amaze me. The tattoo over his tanned skin accentuated the whole package. It never took long to get into the mood with Griffin. All I really had to do was look at him.
His voice was gruff. “Stay right there where you are. Undress yourself slowly while I watch. Start with your bra. I want to see your tits pop out one by one.”
I did as he said, taking my clothing off piece by piece. My nipples puckered as Griffin unbuckled his pants and took out his engorged cock. From where I was standing, I could see the tip was already wet. I licked my lips from the urge to suck on it. He began to pump into his hands as he watched me undress until I was fully naked. I loved how turned on he was; it made me crazy.
“Play with your clit while you watch me jerk myself off.”
I pressed two fingers against my clit and began to rub it in circles. As he ran his tongue along his mouth, I kept thinking about how it was going to feel when it touched me. Getting wetter by the second, I actually had to stop myself from coming. Watching him masturbate, watching his big hand moving up and down his thickness, turned me on so much. This was a first for us. It was an unexpected but welcome monkey wrench thrown into my otherwise stressful evening.
He gestured with his index finger. “Come here.”
I walked, then crawled onto the bed and over to him. He continued to stroke himself as he positioned me over his face. The heat of his mouth between my legs in this position felt foreign—but amazing. His scruff felt prickly against my tender skin. I had never actually sat on a man’s face before. Any potential apprehension was quickly squelched once I became lost in how incredible it felt. There was something very dominating about it, and that made the sensations running through me all that much more intense.
He spoke under me. “Tell me what’s worrying you now, Luca . . .”
Unable to form words, I simply moaned. “Uhhhh . . .”
His mission was accomplished, because my previously overactive brain had turned to mush. Not only could I not remember what I’d been worrying about, but I could barely remember my own name.
My tender clit was throbbing as he continued to lick and suck me while I grabbed onto his head and pushed him harder between my legs.
“Ride me, baby. I love devouring you like this. I can feel everything, taste everything. I’m gonna come so hard.”
His tongue was hitting all my erogenous zones. I couldn’t take it anymore. One of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had rocketed through my core. With one hand on his cock and one wrapped around my ass, Griffin’s breathing from under me became erratic. I knew he was coming. The muffled sound of his own pleasure vibrated against my sensitive skin.
He licked me gently, his tongue moving in slow circles, as we both recovered.
“That was . . . amazing. I’ve never done that before,” I said, out of breath.
He flipped me over, pinning me under him, his mouth glistening from my arousal. “Another first I get to claim. Just the way I like it.”CHAPTER 24
GRIFFINWe’d made it through the beginning part of our trip with no complications. The Airbnb I’d rented for us on the Lower East Side of Manhattan was as private as expected. So I’d had no qualms whatsoever about leaving Luca alone while I traveled to Connecticut on Saturday. I’d checked in on her a couple of times, and she’d reported that she was getting some good writing time in.