Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Her body jerks. “Griff.”
“Shhh.” I kiss her temple. “I’ve got you.”
She starts moaning low in her throat and rocking her hips in time with my fingers. “Oh! There.”
“That’s it.”
Her body shakes. She gasps and pants. Louder moans pour out of her, and she arches her back more. I tap my finger directly on her clit and she goes off.
Fuck, I hope Remy’s not back from that run yet.
There’s no containing her wild little noises.
Breathing hard, she opens her eyes. Drops of water cling to her lashes. Amazement and uncertainty play over her face. “I want you,” she whispers, almost like she’s afraid to admit it.
My cock’s already rock hard and just waiting for the invitation. “Tell me more.”
She reaches down, wrapping her fingers around me and slides her palm up and down the length of my dick. “I want you inside me.”
“As you wish.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Brace your hands against the wall for me.”
She moves so fast, it’s like she never had any reservation at all.
“This isn’t going to take long,” I warn her.
She arches her back, as if encouraging me.
Careful not to slip in the tub, I grab her hips and pull her closer. “Molly, you’re absolutely gorgeous like this.”
She hums a needy little sound.
Spikes of heat prickle down my spine as I slowly drive myself inside her. So hot, tight, and wet. Fucking bliss. I grip her hips tighter, piston myself in and out of her, quickly increasing the pace. Our wet bodies slap together under the warm spray. An overload of sensations.
She moans and pushes back against me, asking for more.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “You like this?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, clenching tight around me. She dips lower, resting her hands on the edge of the tub, angling her ass up even higher.
“Fuck yes.” I drive in even deeper.
“Oh my God!” she whimpers. “Right there.”
Pressure tightens at the base of my spine, but I keep grinding into her until she lets out a sharp cry. Her body unleashes a violent orgasm, convulsing and squeezing my dick so hard, I follow two seconds later.
My vision blurs but I hold on tight, working us both through the storm. Sweat pops up on my forehead but quickly washes away.
When we’re finished, I pull her up and closer, bending at the knees so I can nuzzle against her neck.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “That was so…intense?” Her nose wrinkles. “Was it okay?”
“Baby.” I stroke her cheek, her neck and down to her chest. “Okay doesn’t even begin to describe how good you feel wrapped around me. No matter what.”
She glances up into my eyes and slides her hands up over my wet chest. “I can’t believe I was worried.”
I can’t tease her with an I told you so. I kiss the tip of her nose. “Thank you for trusting me.” I spin her to face the shower again. “Now let me clean you up. And let’s pray your brother isn’t back from his run yet.”
“Oh my God!” She laughs and covers her face with her hands as I push her back under the spray. “I guess we’re done, then.”
I slide my hands over every inch of her body. “Impossible. I’m never, ever done with you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Griff
Later that afternoon, I’m in the laundry room helping Molly pack her stuff to go back to campus. She keeps touching, bumping, or rubbing herself against me every chance she gets and I love every second.
The next time she does it, I capture her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “I loved fucking you in the shower this morning,” I whisper in her ear. “You were so sexy making all those sweet little noises. You gonna let me do that again?”
“Anytime.”
“Next month.” I raise my eyebrows so she knows exactly what I’m asking.
Pink spreads over her cheeks. “Yes.”
“Did it feel good?”
Her eyes roll back and she shakes her shoulders like she’s possessed. “So, so good. That was insane.” She bops her finger on the tip of my nose. “It was so good, I don’t even care that you’re being smug about it right now.”
Rumbling with laughter, I release her and return to laundry duty.
My hand grazes her little sleep top with the straps that tie together. “Can I keep this?”
She blinks at me, a devilish smile curving her lips. “I think it’ll be tight on you, but sure.”
“Funny.” I smirk at her for a second. “I want something that smells like you to keep under my pillow.”
“Aww.” She snatches the top out of my hands and sets it on top of a pile of clothes. “I just washed it, though. How about,” she teases her fingers under the hem of her pink T-shirt, “I leave you this one?”
I skim my gaze over the light pink tee with the skeleton ribs and red heart on the front. “You love that shirt.”