Page 34 of Gripp

Eventually, she exhaled, a seizure of spasms moving through her like a woman possessed.

“Fuck, Gripp,” she managed to breathe through trembling lips.

He said her name into her ear as he shoved into her a few more times, keeping his hand around her neck and caressing her hips. He was able to spill inside her, their juices mixing as they both flew to the edges of their sanity.

They rocked back and forth as they soaked up their delight, hands moving gently over each other’s skin as if to memorize it. April removed her hands from the cave wall and found they were shaking. She lifted them over her head and arched her back against Gripp, whose cock still lingered inside her.

“You are,” Gripp breathed into her ear, “astonishing.”

April’s body was warm, but she felt a new burst of a glow in her chest when he spoke. He moved his hands up her body like a tiny spider, lightly brushing along the inside of her thighs until they found her trembling pussy. April’s nipples hardened as two fingers traced her clit, causing her to gasp and arch herself against him again.

“I want you to feel more,” he murmured. “I want you to come again for me.”

Gripp applied pressure, moving his fingers in circles against the sensitive bulb. She immediately pressed against him again, her mouth agape with anticipation of the oncoming orgasm that was about to engulf her.

She held her breasts in the air as she humped his fingers. She was the most vulnerable in that position, utterly naked, facing away from him with his hands between her legs.

“GRIPP, OH, MY GOD!” April screamed.

Pleasure, unlike anything she’d felt before, cascaded through her body like stardust. She rolled her hips in circles as he prolonged her orgasm with his rapid finger rubs. Her moans were loud and sexy and echoed against the wall of the cave.

She was certainly delirious after their night of wild exploration of each other’s bodies. She was insatiable for him despite having felt him inside her multiple times since just meeting.

April knew she was in trouble because it was more than just the spellbinding sex. If it was just sex, she could leave him.

As she let her muscles relax, she leaned against him, feeling his soft lips trace her shoulders and neck. She knew otherwise.

NINETEEN

GRIPP

The cave wall was cool and hard against Gripp’s back. April leaned against him, cuddled tightly against his side. She was so warm and soft against him that he barely noticed the uncomfortable conditions of the cave.

They had been talking softly, but at the moment, both were quiet. He heard the soft throb of her heart and the rhythm of her breathing soothing him into a state of pure relaxation.

Gripp never wanted to let go of her, ever. Just touching lightly like this, being close to each other, brought him to a state of peace he’d never dreamed of. Making love to her was an expression of passion that made him redefine the boundaries of happiness.

The heavy pressure of his thoughts only increased because his time with her was coming to an end. He wasn’t sure he could process it … the reality of never seeing her again. He trusted her, and he couldn’t deny it.

I swore I’d never trust anyone, ever again. Especially anyone connected to the government.

April stirred under his arm and curled against him, one hand reaching across his belly to pull them closer together. Gripp reached up and stroked her hair gently. He knew she felt just as content as he was. There was no misunderstanding between them. They were always on the exact same page.

Gripp struggled with himself a few seconds more. He liked her so much that he almost couldn’t take it. Admitting that he trusted her and felt she was the only person hecouldtrust gave him a chill of fear.

She has proven herself over and over again. I trust her … and I love her.

Even though it was only in his thoughts, Gripp struggled with his confession. His arm tightened on April’s shoulders, reminding himself of how close she was. When she turned her gaze up to him and smiled, joy struck him right through the chest.

I do. I love her.

He wrapped both arms around her, and their bodies came together like a lock and key, a perfect fit. It wasn’t just the sex … although Gripp had to admit, the sex was spectacular … it was the ease of holding her hand, the way she fit under his arm and snuggled against his ribs.

Gripp closed his eyes and lost himself to the sound and scent of her, letting her breath and heartbeat lull him into a light doze. He kept his hands loosely closed on her to keep her pressed against him, and, every now and then, he stroked her soft skin with his rough, calloused fingers.

Gripp would have drifted in sleep for some time if he had not heard noises a short distance from the cave. They filtered through to him slowly, as if part of him did not want to wake and face the inevitable.

The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we will be separated forever.

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