Page 27 of Holly's Grizzly

It drives me out of my damn mind, has me shamelessly grinding my hips into his, whimpering low in the back of my throat formoreuntil he finally gives me what I want.

With one big hand back in my hair—gripping firmly and holding me a few inches away from him so he can see my face—he drops the other to dip into the waistband of my underwear. He skates his fingers low over the curve of my stomach, and lower still until he reaches—

“Fuck, Holly.” Irving finds my soaked pussy, sliding his fingers through the pooled wetness there. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you sweetheart?”

I can’t answer with anything resembling coherency, so I kiss him again. I grind my hips into his hand and let out a short, broken moan into his mouth when he finds my clit and circles it with a firm, commanding touch.

Tension coils low in my belly, as hot and urgent as the flames in the hearth, and after all the teasing and touch and worship he’s given me, I’m shocked to find myself already on the brink of a climax.

This is… new.

I’m usually terrible at being able to come with a partner.

I always get so far into my head about what I look or sound like, if I’m taking too long, if the guy I’m with is enjoying himself, that it hardly ever works out for me. I’m not proud to say I’ve faked more than a few orgasms in my life, or played it off and pretended it was fine if the guy I was with asked if I came after the fact.

And Cody hardly ever bothered to ask. Or to give much of a shit after he’d gotten his and rolled over to go to sleep.

But I don’t want to think about him. I don’t want to think about anyone but Irving.

I don’t want anything but to be here, right here, with him.

It’s too late, though. Those doubts are already worming their way in and stealing my focus. As the orgasm that just started to build recedes, I can barely swallow my whimper of disappointment as I move with Irving and try to make it come back.

It must be bad enough for him to notice something is off, because his hand stills beneath me.

“Holly,” he says, and the stern command in his tone breaks through my haze of worry and arousal, though I think he has to say it twice for it to really sink in. “Look at me.”

I do, and the disappointment on his face makes my heart sink all the way to the hardwood floor below us.

10

Irving

I feel the moment Holly starts slipping away from me. Lost somewhere in her own head, her muscles tense, her rhythm falters, and I pull back a little so I can see her better.

Even though there’s definitely still pleasure on her face, something in that tightened expression of hers looks almost… anxious. Like she’s reaching, grasping, trying to catch her climax before someone yanks it away. Unhappy with that, I still my hand and she groans in protest, chasing my fingers with her hips.

“Holly,” I say, and then repeat it when it doesn’t quite register the first time. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she does. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, lips swollen and hanging open slightly, but all those little furrows of worry are still etched deep into her forehead. They get even deeper as she meets my gaze, and her eyes go big and round.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“I—” she starts, frowning, and I hear her silent denial.

Wherever that fucking ex of hers—or whoever’s made her feel like her pleasure isn’t guaranteed when she trusts someone enough to let them touch her—is tonight, I hope he’s miserable.I hope he lives to regret ever treating Holly with anything less than reverence.

“Listen up, sweetheart,” I tell her, letting a bit of my grizzly’s growl slip into my voice and reveling in the way her body melts and her pupils blow wide at the rasped endearment. “If I don’t make you come at least twice tonight, then I’m not doing my job. Your pleasure is the only pleasure that matters here, and I’m going to take care of you and make sure you get what you need.”

Slowly, she nods. I stroke a hand down her bare back and she relaxes into the touch.

“Can you do that for me, Holly? Can you trust me to take care of you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and it might just be the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I kiss her gently, easing back into things, ready to take it as slow as she needs me to, but it only takes a few short moments for her to come back to life beneath my touch. She grabs at my hair, plunges her tongue into my mouth, and a shudder rolls through her as I groan into the kiss.

Bracing a hand on the middle of her back, I pull her closer, keep her flush against me as I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her.

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