Page 83 of Crash
He smoothed a thick palm over his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum across the tip before leaning over her body, still reeling from her orgasm. He slid his cock slowly against her, giving her teasing strokes against her wet folds, getting his cock wet with her arousal.
“Mmm, look how wet you are for me. You’re soaking my cock.” He lined the tip of his cock against her center, giving her a moment to brace herself.
Griffin didn’t give her any other warnings before he sank himself deep inside of her. He buried himself to the hilt, giving her only a breath to adjust to his size. Groaning, he set a relentless pace.
It was fast. It was hard. It was everything she needed at this moment.
Moving together at a furious pace, their bodies spoke what their words could not. The electrifying friction between their sweat-slicked skin crackled with unspoken hurts from the past couple of weeks, the tension betweenthem melting away as they came together in a primitive dance.
Quynh tried to hold on. She struggled to hold out until he was on the edge with her, but another orgasm crashed into her. As she regained awareness of her body, she heard Griffin’s deep grunt, which signaled his impending climax. She gripped his hips with her ankles, locking him deep inside of her as he came with a low groan. The feeling of his cock jerking and pulsing inside her sent her over the precipice again.
Three orgasms in one day must have been a record.
When her vision cleared, she realized Griffin was collapsed on top of her. His heavy weight was a welcome as he caught his breath. Their sweat-slicked skin clung together. She ran lazy circles on his back as they both came back down to earth.
After a quiet moment, Griffin lifted his head to look down at her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, though she knew his words meant more than what just happened between them.
“Yes, I’m okay.” She smiled up at him.
They were going to be okay.
No matter what happens next, they’ll figure it out.
She was going to take things one day at a time and stop worrying so much about the future.
thirty-eight
QUYNH
Dinner arrived shortly after they both cleaned up, as they worked up quite the appetite. Quynh leaned against Griffin’s side as they ate, enjoying the warmth of his strong body next to her as the new crime thriller played on Netflix. The show got a lot of hype, but neither really paid attention to what was happening. It was nice. Domestic.
Not for the first time, she wondered what their future would look like.
Would we live together in Willowbrook, or would he consider moving here?
It was probably presumptuous to assume they had a future together.
What did it mean that he drove all the way here?
They still had not talked about what had happened. Or the next steps, which weighed heavily on her mind.
“Hey.” At the sound of Griffin’s voice, Quynh turned her attention to him. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She finished chewing her lo mein before putting the chopsticks down. She bought herself some time hunting for a napkin to wipe her mouth as she thought of what she wanted to say. There was so much she wanted to know. The questions were bubbling up inside her, waiting to burst free. After an internal battle that took entirely way too long, she finally turned to face him. Griffin mirrored her movements, so they sat face-to-face.
“Why did you follow me out here?” she asked cautiously.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His tone was incredulous, eyes wide with disbelief.
“No, not really.” Her brow furrowed in confusion.
Griffin gently placed his to-go container down on the coffee table. “I came here because of you.” The words came out slowly, as if he wasn’t sure how else to say them. Like the answer was obvious when she still didn’t know why.
“But…why?”
Griffin paused. She watched his pensive expression as he mulled over the words to say to her. “Because I need you in my life, and I miss you.”
