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.
Slowly, I kiss my way up her body, lying next to her and pulling her into my arms. She’s slick with sweat, and her breathing is labored while her heart races. I can feel it as I hold her against me.
“I love you, Griffin.”
My heart soars. “I love you too.” I know without a shadow of a doubt that there will never be a day where I won’t mean that. There will never be a day moving forward where she’s not the one who owns my heart.
Her hand finds its way between us, and she grips my cock. “Your turn,” she purrs.
“That’s not how this works,” I tell her.
“That’s how it works today,” she tells me.
“Let me hold you.”
“You have all night to hold me. Right now, I want to return the favor.”
She doesn’t realize that what we just shared was as much for me as it was for her. “You’re a gift,” I tell her.
She smiles and pushes on my shoulder, so I’m lying flat on my back. She straddles my hips, and I can feel her juices as they drop on my cock. She moves her hips back just enough that she can stroke me from root to tip, spreading her all over me.
My hands grip her hips as I try like hell to let her do her thing. She strokes me with both hands, and it takes every ounce of power I have not to close my eyes. I don’t want to miss this.
“Griffin?”
“Hmm?”
“I want more.”
“More of what?”
“More of you. More of this.” She glances down to where my cock is double fisted in her hands.
I sit up, causing her to break her hold, and wrap her arms around me. “You have all of me,” I tell her, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“Not yet, but I want to.”
“Pey” I start, but her finger to my lips hushes me.
“I want you to make love to me.”
My heart stalls, and it’s several long seconds before it begins beating again. I swallow hard. I don’t know what to say to that. I want to toss her on the bed and slide deep inside her and never leave, but this… this is a big deal for both of us.
“Maybe you should think about it,” I tell her. It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, and I know she’s it for me, but I don’t want her making this choice in the heat of the moment, no matter how angry my cock will be for denying him entry to the promised land.
“I have thought about it. I wasn’t waiting for marriage, but I was waiting for you.”
“We can’t,” I say with a sigh. “I don’t have protection. I wasn’t planning on this.”
“Lucky for you, I was.” She grins as she climbs off my lap and off the bed. She moves to her bag that’s resting on the floor and digs around inside. She lifts a new box of condoms in the air, and the smile on her face, one of victory and desire, is one I will never forget as long as I live.
On her way back to the bed, she tears open the box and breaks off a small foil packet, placing the remainder on the nightstand. She hands it to me, then climbs back on the bed and lies on her back. “I think… like this,” she says, her face blushing.
Now she chooses to get all bashful on me?
“I think you on top, you know, for the first time, would be better.”