I might come again just listening to him.
“Fuck, darlin’, don’t stop. I’m coming.”
He yells a loud, guttural moan, and I feel the hot ropes of his orgasm hit the back of my throat. I fight to swallow every last drop even with him still in my mouth, working his cock fiercely until he stops shuddering and releases his grip on my hair.
“You are the sexiest Goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
I beam up at him, unable to keep the look of satisfied pride off my face. After licking the last bit of him clean, I press a soft kiss to his lower stomach, then allow him to drag me back up the bed, intertwining our naked limbs until I’m not sure where I end and he begins.
We lay in silence, our heartbeats returning to normal as we bask in that post-orgasm haze. Looking up at him, I see his eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Shh,” he whispers. “I’m trying to memorize every detail so I can relive that for the rest of my life.”
Giggling, I lay my cheek against his bare chest, breathing in his scent–some woodsy body wash coupled with Old Spice, a slight hint of sweat and musk present as a result of our…exertions.
“So I did okay then?” I ask, still feeling a little self-conscious about the whole thing.
“Are you kidding me?” he says hoarsely. “That was fucking perfection, Eleanor. Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
“You don’t want to know,” I say, letting out a deep sigh.
“It wasn’t because that piece of shit made you, was it?” he said, anger immediately flaring.
“Worse,” I say, my lips meeting his in a comforting kiss. “I asked Abby.”
“You’re right, that is worse,” he groans, dragging his hand down his face. “I don’t want to think about her doing any of those things. Next time just tell me you watched porn or something.”
Giggling again, I snuggle in even tighter next to him, trying to remove any space between us. I could stay right here in his bed, in his arms, forever and be happy.
No, you couldn’t. Not really.
That anxious voice in the back of my head has been getting louder with every mention of a forever with Griffin. I’ve been diligently shoving it down where I can ignore it for weeks, but the closer we get to the end of summer, the harder it’s been to keep it at bay.
You have so much you want to do.Griffin’s words weren’t meant to cause turmoil. But where his breathing slows as he drifts into sleep, my thoughts begin to race, and I can’t seem to draw in a full breath under the weight building in my chest.
Chapter 33
Griffin
July, Age 19
“Iwant you to come meet my family.”
The thought blurts out of my mouth in the middle of dinner at the only Italian place in town, where I’m celebrating four perfect months with Eleanor.
“What do you mean?” she asks through a mouthful of pasta. “I’ve met your parents like a thousand times.”
“Not my parents, my aunt and uncle, and some cousins,” I clarify.
“You’ve never talked about them before.”
“I haven’t really seen them since my mom left,” I try to say nonchalantly. “It’s my mom’s sister, and that side of the family was never crazy about my dad.”
She reaches across the table and squeezes my hand, a knowing look on her face. As much as I try to pretend that I’m totally fine with my mom being gone now, it still stings every time she gets brought up.
“I’d love to meet them,” she says gently. “When are you thinking?”
