“Not if you don’t mind me running my hands all over you.”
She shook her head. She rather liked that, actually.
“Can I put my hands on your breasts?” His tongue slicked into her mouth again, distracting her from the question for a long moment. He stated it again.
“Yes,” she breathed, practically arching against him at the thought. Oh, she wanted his mouth there, but his hands would be the next best thing.
One large, warm palm cupped her breast and Maylee sucked in a gasp.
“Mmm. Perfect size,” Griffin told her. “Plump and delicious. What color are your nipples? Pale pink?”
“Y-yes.” His fingers were rubbing the tip of her breast through the fabric, and her hips jerked involuntarily in response. God, it had been so long since she’d had sex. Had it always felt this good to fool around?
“They feel tiny,” he told her, and his thumb traced the tip. “Small, pale nipples on plump breasts. I can’t wait to see that for myself.”
“Soon,” she breathed.
“Not tonight,” he agreed. His hips wedged further between her thighs, pressing deeper, and before she knew what she was doing, Maylee flexed her knees and then she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in until he rested perfectly atop her pussy.
Her hands moved to his ass, and she felt the taut muscles there. “Mmm. Not a scholar’s ass, either.”
Griffin chuckled at that. “I’m glad you find me so appealing.”
“Oh, I do,” she said dreamily. “I do indeed.”
He thrust between her legs, and she gasped. The fabric protected her from penetration, but she still felt the heat of him wedge against her in hopeful glory, felt him push against her aching sex, skimming over her throbbing clit.
“Like that?” There was a tension in his voice that hadn’t been there before, as if he were holding back, judging. If she said no, she knew that he’d stop.
But she didn’t want him to stop. “More,” she begged, her fingers pressuring.
He thrust again, and she moaned. Oh, God, humping with clothes on was almost as good as humping with clothes off. It was way more of a tease, because neither one of them could entirely get what they wanted, but the delicious anticipation was an entirely different level of pleasure. When he thrust again, she heard him groan, too. The friction of the clothing was driving them both insane with lust.
Griffin rocked against her, each thrust rough and wild, and she was safely protected by the fabric of her pajamas. But he wasn’t hitting at quite the right spots; there was too much fabric over her clit, and no matter how much she raised her hips and pressed up against him, it wasn’t quite hitting the jackpot for her. Soft whimpers of frustration rose from her throat.
“What do you need?” he gritted between thrusts. “Tell me, Maylee. I want to make it good for you.”
“Need . . . more. I don’t know.” She panted, raising her hips to press against the bar of his cock.
“More?” He shifted his weight atop of her and then she felt his hand press between her legs. A moment later, his forefinger rubbed her clit through the fabric of her now-soaked pajamas. “Like that, darling?”
Maylee cried out, shocked at how that quick touch could make her entire lower half clench so quickly. She was on the verge of an orgasm instantly, and her cries encouraged Griffin all the more. He rubbed harder, thrusting his cock against her protected wet warmth.
Her legs flailed and tightened around his hips, and then she made the most unladylike sound ever. “Holy Christ on a cracker!”
And she came with a damp rush and a clenching of muscles that made her entire body tremble with the strength of her orgasm. And she kept cussing as Griffin continued to rub her clit through the fabric, his voice soothing even as his cock pushed and drove at the junction of her pants.
When the stars faded from her eyes, Maylee sighed, trembling. “Oh, God.”
Griffin chuckled, the sound strained. “Good?”
“Incredible,” she murmured. Her hand slid up his side, all warm and damp with a fine layer of sweat, and she noticed that he flinched when she touched him. “What about you?”
“I’ll just . . . have a quick shower.” He began to roll off her.
She locked her legs around his hips, trapping him. “Did you not . . . you know.” She could hear the blush in her voice.
“Come all over you?”
“Something like that,” she told him primly.
He laughed at her shyness. “You can’t say it? You were screaming some rude things just a moment ago.”
She blushed in the dark, glad he couldn’t see her face. Her hands stroked up and down his tense arms. “You know what I meant. You didn’t . . . come?”#p#分页标题#e#