“Fuck,” he says quietly. “That feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”
He pumps his fingers slowly, his thumb brushing my clit once, barely there, and my back arches hard.
I open my eyes to find him already watching me.
“Keep them open,” he says. “I want to see you.”
I do, but the pressure builds fast, coiling low in my belly. His fingers curl again, deeper, and my eyes flutter closed.
He stops his movements.
I gasp, eyes snapping open. “Griffin—”
“Uh-uh. Look at me.”
I do, because I’m desperate and burning. Only then does he move again with slow, deep strokes. Every nerve feels exposed.
His fingers work me open while his thumb presses in tight circles that make my vision blur.
“You’re clenching around me so fucking tight,” he rasps.
I am. I’m right there. My body tightens, a sharp clench that pulls a low sound from his chest.
“There it is,” he says. “You feel that?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I—yes—Griffin.”
“Come all over my fingers,” he tells me. “I’ve got you.”
The pressure snaps, white-hot and overwhelming. I come hard, my body locking around his fingers. He doesn’t stop. He rides it out with me, murmuring my name, his thumb still moving until the tremors fade and I go boneless.
He presses a kiss to my stomach, then my ribs, then my throat.
Something in me snaps. I want to wreck him back.
I drag in a breath and whisper, “My turn.”
I roll him onto his back before he can overthink it. My dress is still pushed up around my waist, so I take the opportunity and climb over him, palms on his chest. His skin is warm and slick, his heart beating hard.
I kiss my way down his stomach, loving the way his abs twitch under my mouth. His jeans are half-undone. I glance up, and he’s watching me like he doesn’t know if he should stop me or beg me to keep going.
Sliding my hands under the waistband of his jeans, I tug everything down and free him. He’s thick and hard as I wrap my hand around him and stroke.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
I lower my head and take him into my mouth. It’s slow at first. I hollow my cheeks, tongue swirling, and he fists the blanket.
“God, baby,” he groans. “That mouth—fuck.”
I hum around him as his hand flies to my hair. Taking more, I look up and meet his eyes.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper around him.
His entire body shudders. “Fuck—Piper—I’m not gonna last.”
I suck him deeper, and he loses it.
