If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

I wanted to give her everything.

So I started slow—pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, teasing the way she had teased me.

Blake let out a slow breath, her fingers threading into my hair—not pushing, just resting there, claiming, like she had already decided I was exactly where I belonged.

I smiled against her skin, deliberately dragging my tongue over a particularly sensitive spot, eager to pull more of those intoxicating sounds from her lips.

She exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening in my hair, not yanking, but firm—reminding me of who was in charge.

"Don't tease me, baby," she warned, her voice dark, dangerous.

I looked up at her, meeting her gaze, my lips barely brushing against her inner thigh, my breath warm against her heated skin.

Her stormy gray eyes, hooded with desire, locked onto mine.

"Then tell me how you want me," I whispered.

Blake groaned, tilting her head back against the headboard, her grip tightening.

"God, you are perfect." The words came out rough, reverent—wrecked.

Then, without hesitation, she guided me exactly where she wanted me, her hold in my hair not forcing, but commanding.

I obeyed instantly.

The first flick of my tongue was tentative, exploratory, but the moment I heard the breathy moan that escaped her lips, something inside me ignited. I wanted more of those sounds. I wanted to unravel her, to completely ruin her the way she had ruined me.

I flattened my tongue, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up her center, and Blake shuddered, her thighs twitching around my shoulders.

"Jesus—" she hissed, her grip tightening like she was holding herself together by a thread.

I hummed in satisfaction, taking my time, learning her reactions, savoring them. She had made a masterpiece out of me, and now it was my turn to do the same.

I alternated between teasing flicks and firmer strokes, watching her body respond, memorising what made her gasp, what made her curse under her breath.

It wasn't long before she was a mess above me, her muscles taut, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

She tugged my hair sharply, forcing my eyes up to meet hers again.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice gravelly, wrecked. "Just like that. Fuck, baby—just like that."

Her praise sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. I doubled down, my tongue pressing harder, faster, coaxing her toward the edge.

Her thighs clenched around me, her grip in my hair almost painful now, but I loved it. I wanted to be held here. Owned.

"You're going to make me come, baby," she warned, her voice raw, shaking, but still utterly dominant. "Is that what you want? To have me fall apart on your tongue?"

I moaned against her in response, my hands digging into her hips, holding her still as she started to shake.

Blake's breath hitched—then broke entirely.

"Oh, fuck—"

Her body snapped tight, her head tilting back against the headboard, her entire form trembling as she came with a sharp, shuddering cry.

Her grip in my hair tightened painfully for a moment before loosening, her thighs twitching around me. She moaned my name, breathless, wrecked, completely undone beneath my touch.

I didn't stop until I felt her pulse slow, until her body fully melted into the mattress, until I had taken everything she had to give me.

Only then did I press a lingering kiss to her inner thigh—soft, almost reverent, my tongue tracing one last slow, teasing line just to hear her sharp inhale.

She jerked, too sensitive now, but I felt the lazy smirk against her skin when I finally lifted my head.

I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, the valley between her breasts, her throat—every inch of her I could reach before finally pressing my lips to hers.

She was still breathing heavily, her body utterly relaxed, utterly wrecked, but still completely, undeniably in control.

I grinned, brushing my lips against hers, teasing. "Was I good?" I whispered.

Blake exhaled a sharp laugh, then grabbed my face, kissing me hard, deep, consuming—her tongue sliding against mine, claiming.

When she pulled back, her gaze was intense, possessive, something more than just lust darkening her stormy eyes.

"My darling," she murmured, running a slow, lazy hand down my spine, her voice dark with promise. "I hope you know... I'm never letting you out of this bed."

I shivered, anticipation coiling low in my stomach despite the exhaustion settling in my limbs.

I was completely, utterly hers.

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