Griffin
August, Age 19
From between her legs, I pull us both up until she’s straddling my lap, frantically ripping our clothes off until there’s no barrier between us.
I know what this is. I’ve felt it coming for weeks. I kept hoping that if we just never talked about it, it wouldn’t happen. But it’s here, and I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it.
I don’t know what it is that scares her so bad, or why she thinks this can’t work. I’ve watched her fade a little bit every day since the lake house, trying desperately to change her mind but knowing I’m powerless to stop it.
Rising to my knees, my hands grip the back of her thighs, steadying her until she’s on her back again. When her blue eyes look straight into mine, I nearly give in to the urge to scream, beg, plead with her not to do this. Instead, I kiss her fiercely–her mouth, then her jaw, down her neck and the valley between her breasts. Settling between her legs, I hook my fingers into her panties and yank themdown, spreading her thighs open until she’s fully exposed to me.
I look up at her with a wicked grin, careful not to let my own heartache show on my face.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, eyes widening in shock. She lets out a soft whimper as I slowly trace one finger down her slit, humming with approval when I feel how wet she already is.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” I growl. “I’ve felt you come around my fingers, and I fully intend to make you come around my cock.”
Her eyes flutter shut, moaning as I slide a finger deep inside her entrance.
“But first,” I say, nipping at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh then soothing it with a kiss. “I need you to come on my face. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”
“Griffin, please,” she whines, chest heaving with gasps of anticipation.
“I need to hear you say it,” I say, grinning as she whimpers in protest when I remove my finger. “Say you’ll be a good girl for me and ride my tongue.”
“Yes, fine, please,” she babbles. “I’ll be a good girl, I’ll do whatever you want, please touch me.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say, relishing the way she shudders when I slowly lick from her entrance to her clit, flicking thebundle of nerves with my tongue in a way that has her arching off the bed.
“Oh my God, Griffin, that feels so good.”
I let out a dark chuckle, sliding my tongue back down and inside her, one hand holding her open while the other takes over working her clit.
“You taste like heaven, darlin’,” I moan against her, still fucking her with my tongue. “Seriously, how am I ever supposed to eat anything else ever again?”
Her fingers lace through my hair, holding me in place as she grinds against my face. Flattening my tongue against her, I lick up every drop of her arousal until my lips find her clit, sucking it into my mouth while I work two fingers in and out of her.
“Oh my God, right there,” she cries. “Don’t stop, please.”
I double my efforts, hand splayed across her lower stomach to keep her in place, licking and sucking and nipping until I feel her inner walls start to pulse around my fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, pumping them harder and faster. “Grind on my face, make yourself feel good.”
Her legs begin to tremble, hips bucking faster, her grip on my hair tightening as she reaches her climax.
“Good girl,” I say, my own voice thick with desire. “Come for me.”
A heartbeat later, she shatters, clamping down on my fingers as she screams my name. I don’t stop working her clit with my tongue until she’s practically begging for mercy, completely wrung out by her orgasm.
With one last kiss to her inner thigh, I crawl back up her body until her hands grip my head, pulling me down to her face until she’s tasting herself on my tongue.
“You did so good, darlin’,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “You think you’re ready for me now?”
Pulling her plump lower lip between her teeth, she nods nervously, but looks determined. I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, bringing her gaze to mine.
“If it gets to be too much, you say stop and we stop. You can change your mind at any point, no questions asked.”
She nods again, eyes softening. “I trust you.”
