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She inhales deeply, her eyes focused on the ceiling, and while she’s not tense like she was in the beginning, she’s also not close to orgasm. I drag her slickness up to her clit, circling it, and her next inhale is sharp.

“How do you like it?” I ask. “Fast or slow?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Yes, you are. When you get yourself off with your vibrator, how do you like it?”

“Um.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “In between, I guess. Not too fast, not too slow.”

I bite her shoulder. “Well, Goldilocks, we’ll find what works for you. Just keep talking to me. Don’t be quiet.” When she doesn’t reply, I nudge her nose with the tip of mine. “Andi.”

She tilts her head to me, her mouth against mine when she says, “Please, a little faster.”

“Atta-fucking-girl.”

I dip two fingers inside her, coating them with wetness before giving her what she needs, a little faster on her clit while sucking on her nipple and plucking at the other with my free hand. It’s a balancing act, to keep her in the moment and out of her head, listening to her breathing, feeling how she responds, and while she likes it, I know she’s not there. So, with one last kiss to her nipples, I shift up to kneel.

“We’re gonna try something, baby.” I slide my fingers back inside her and use my left hand to take over her clit.

She immediately responds. “Ooh. Yes. Yes.”

I crook my fingers, pressing them against her swollen wall, stroking it over and over, and she shoots her hands out, digging her fingernails into my forearm like she did earlier. I fucking love it.

Her skin turns blotchy as she closes her eyes, and I feel her tensing, fluttering, finally finding it. I don’t even know if Andi realizes, but she’s thrashing back and forth, hips moving with abandon. I don’t change a goddamn thing. I merely keep praising her, working her over with my fingers, enjoying the thrill of being the one to get her there. To the place where she’s about to fall over the edge. “That’s it, sweetheart. Ride it out. You’re doing so good. So fucking perfect.”

“Please, Griffin,” she whines, all sweet and breathy and pleading.

“Let go. I’ll catch you. Just let go, baby.”

She does. With a glorious cry, she comes on my fingers, and I’ve never felt more accomplished in my life than watching this girl blink her eyes open and smile at me like I’m her hero.

Chapter17

Andi

Ican’t believe it.

I had an orgasm by someone else’s hand.

Better, by the hand of the man I’ve come to care for very deeply. He was patient and sweet, never once making me feel uncomfortable or like something was wrong with me. It was more than I could have asked for.

In the afterglow, I breathe heavily, my skin hot and damp. Griffin gently eases his fingers out of me, brushing them up and down the length of my opening like he’s testing to see how I feel. So I place my hand over his heart and tell him, “That was amazing.”

He rumbles an agreement that I feel more than hear. “You want more?”

“Yes, please.” I boldly skate my hand down his abdomen and slip under the waistband of his underwear to curl my fingers around his considerable length. He’s hot and hard, and when I drag my thumb over the tip, finding a drop of moisture there, he hisses and buries his face in my neck.

“I won’t last long,” he says quietly, maybe a little embarrassed.

“That’s okay.”

“But I want to show you how good it can be.”

I move my shoulder so he’ll meet my gaze. I smile, one that comes from deep inside. “You already did show me. Even if that was the last orgasm I’ll ever have, I can die happy.”

He scowls at me. “Not the last. Not even close.”

With renewed energy, he pushes off the bed to pull down his boxer briefs, releasing his cock. It stands away from him, curling up slightly, and I can’t keep my eyes off it as he rips open the box of condoms, quickly dispatching the wrapper of one and rolling it down his shaft. When it’s on, he fists the base as he kneels on the mattress once again.

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