“How about a movie?” Karina suggests.
I look over at Peyton, and I can see she wants to say no, but she nods her agreement. That’s fine with me. I’m here with her, and that’s what matters. Kicking off my shoes, I drop my bag behind the couch. I move to where she’s standing and take her hand in mine. Together, we move to the couch. I sit and pull her onto my lap.
“On second thought, maybe the two of you should call it a night.” Oliver laughs.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I stand with her in my arms. “Which room is yours, babe?”
“First door on the left.”
“Enjoy the movie,” I tell our friends as I carry her down the hall and push open her bedroom door. I drop her on the bed with a bounce, making her laugh. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell her.
“Oh, really? What do you think I should do about that?”
“Strip.”
“What about you?” she asks.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head. “You got some catching up to do.” Dropping my shirt on the floor, I reach for the button on my jeans and lower it before sliding my jeans and underwear to the floor, kicking them to land on my shirt.
“Baby, it’s been five weeks since I’ve felt your skin next to mine. Please, for the love of everything holy, get naked.” I grip my cock, and gently stroke as I watch her begin to undress.
Once she’s completely naked, she slides under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. “Is there room under there for me?” I ask her.
“You’re the only one I’d make room for.”
My palms are sweating. It’s not that I’m nervous. It’s more excitement to hold her. Moving to the door, I turn the lock and hit the overhead light before climbing under the covers next to her. The room is lit with a soft glow from the bedside lamp. She immediately moves closer and curls her body around mine. “Damn,” I murmur.
“I missed you. I missed this,” she whispers.
Instead of telling her that I missed her, I show her. I switch our positions where she’s lying flat on her back, and I’m hovering over her. She opens her legs, and I settle between her thighs. My cock is nestled against her pussy, and I can feel how wet she is. It wouldn’t take much for me to slip inside and feel her. Instead, I kiss her. I stroke Peyton’s lips with my tongue, and she immediately opens for me.
Her legs lock around my waist, and she buries her hands in my hair. I swivel my hips, and she moans. The sound goes straight to my cock, which twitches, and this time it’s me who’s moaning.
I’m close. I can feel my spine start to stiffen, and I can’t let that happen. I can’t get off just from kissing her. I mean, I can, but I don’t want to. She needs to go first.
“Griff?”
“Peyton?”
“Can we… try something?”
“What do you want to try?”
“Lie back on the bed.” Curious as hell, I give her one more kiss before moving to lie flat on the bed. I’d never deny her anything.
“Now what?” She bites down on her bottom lip. Lifting my hand, I pull her lip free with my thumb. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”
She smiles as her cheeks flush. “You don’t know that.”
“I do know that. I can’t say no to you. I don’t want to say no to you. You can tell me anything, and if it’s within my power, I’m going to make it happen.”
“Gah!” She covers her face with her hands. “Why am I so nervous?”
I don’t think the question is for me, but I answer her anyway. “You don’t have to be. It’s just me, Peyton. I’m all yours, remember?”
“I thought we could try it at the same time?”
“Try what?”
“I could do what I did before, and you could too, but we could, you know…” She shrugs. “Do it together. At the same time.”
Oh, fuck. “Babe, we can do that, but I need to tell you that I’m probably not going to last.”
Her smile is shy. “That’s the point, Griff.”
“No, what I’m telling you is I was already close to coming from just kissing you and having your skin against mine. If my face is buried in your pussy while you suck my cock, I’m going to go off like a rocket.”
“Griffin.” She’s smiling, but her face is beet red. “We don’t have to,” she says quickly.
“Oh, no. It’s happening. I just wanted to add a disclaimer that I’ll probably get off first, and I want it to be you.”
“Does it really matter as long as we both get there?”
“It matters to me. You always go first.”
“Well, today is my birthday, and I miss you, and I want to try it, and I want to try it with you.”
“Damn right with me. Only me.”
“Only you.”
“Peyton?”
“Yeah?” she says, staring down at her hands.
“Look at me.” She lifts her head, and I motion for her to come closer. She does as I ask, and I slide my hand behind her neck and kiss her soundly. Pulling back, I look her in the eyes and say, “Time to sit on my face.”
She cracks up laughing, and I swat her ass. “Hey.”
“This is your fantasy. I’m just the executer.”
“We don’t have to.” She tries to get out of it.
“Nope. Turn around and back that ass up.” I wink.
I watch as she turns and straddles me, her back to my front. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Hey.” I run my hand down her back. “It’s just me. I don’t care what it is you want to try. I’m your partner in this, right? In life? You can always be open with me about what you want.”
She peers at me over her shoulder. “Griff, I…” She takes a deep breath. “Okay. Here goes nothing.” She moves her ass farther up my chest and lies down, her face hovering over my cock.
Gripping her hips, I slide lower on the bed and position her legs on either side of my face. My mouth waters at the sight of her. I’m glad I left the lamp on. I definitely would have been disappointed to miss this. When I feel her hand grip my cock, I lean forward and taste her.
Her tongue licks my cock like a lollipop, and part of me wishes I could watch the show, but the one I have in front of me is good too. Gripping her ass cheeks, I get to work. I bury my face in her pussy, and she squirms when my tongue covers her clit, but I hold her still. I show her with my mouth, with my tongue, and yes, even my teeth how much I’ve missed her over the past five weeks.
My cock falls from her mouth, and she moans my name, making me smile. I ease up just a little, and she gets back to work, taking me to the back of her throat. This time it’s me who’s coming up for air and moaning her name.
“Fuck, Peyton.” I pull in a deep breath, trying to prolong this, but there’s no use. I’m not coming without her, so I go back in, and it only takes a few more seconds before I taste her release on my tongue. Her body shakes, and she moans around my cock, and I release into her hot mouth.
Somehow, we manage to end up facing each other, and I tug her into my arms, burying my face in her neck. How can this tiny woman make me feel so much? How is it that I feel as though I’ve known her for years? How do I tell her that after only six weeks of knowing her, she’s reached her hands inside my chest and wrapped them around my heart?