"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 h*ps 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 h*ps 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 cl*t 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 c**k 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 cl*t through the fabric, his voice soothing even as his c**k 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?"
He hesitated. "I wasn't sure how far you wanted to . . . proceed. Me jerking off on your belly and rubbing my cum into your skin is probably not what you had in mind for a make-out session."
She sucked in a breath, the mental image of that scorching. Was it bad that she wanted that? "Well, now I can't think of anything but that," she admitted, and her breath hissed out in a laugh. "Do you want to?"
He groaned, and she felt him collapse on top of her, his hands going to the tangles of her hair. "More than anything else." He thought for a moment. "Well, almost anything else. Burying myself to the hilt inside you and blasting away sounds right jolly at the moment, too."
Her hands slid on his damp, delicious skin. "Want me to bare my stomach for you, then?"
This time, it was gratifying to hear him suck in a breath. "Maylee, you don't have to-"
"I don't have to do anything," she reminded him gently. "But I want you to come."
And she took his hand in hers and began to use their twined hands to drag her sleep shirt up her stomach.
He groaned and sat up over her, still between her legs. She could make out his big form rising over hers in the bed, and she moaned when he fisted a handful of her top and jerked it up to her br**sts.
His fingers trailed down her bare stomach and he groaned in response, his breathing becoming jerky. "You can still back out," he warned her, rasping.
"Don't you want to come on me?" she asked him softly.
He groaned again, and his hand pushed under her clothing, grasping her na**d breast. Maylee whimpered in surprise, especially when his fingers roughly began to pluck at her nipple. "Damn. So beautiful." His voice was a near growl. "So . . . damn . . . beautiful."