If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

Then, with one smooth motion, she guided my wrists above my head, pinning them gently to the mattress.

A sharp pulse of heat shot through me.

She held me there, her gaze searching mine, pupils dark with intent.

"Is this okay, darling?" she murmured, her breath warm against my lips.

I barely had the presence of mind to respond, already too lost in her, but I forced out a breathless, "Yes."

Blake hummed in approval, her free hand skimming down my side, tracing the dip of my waist, the curve of my hip. Her grip on my wrists tightened slightly, just enough to remind me who was in control.

"Such a pretty girl," she whispered, kissing me again, her lips slow and deliberate, savoring every sound I made.

She shifted, pressing her knee between my thighs—just enough to make me gasp.

"So eager," she mused, voice dripping with amusement and something darker, something possessive. "My good girl."

I whimpered, and she felt it—my body trembling beneath her, the way I craved her touch. A knowing smirk ghosted across her lips before she rewarded me, rolling her hips ever so slightly against mine, teasing, torturous.

"You love hearing that, don't you?" she murmured, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath my ear.

I nodded frantically, breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Y-yes."

Blake smirked, pleased, and kissed her way lower—over my collarbone, down my shoulder, slow and deliberate. Then she pulled back just enough to look at me, stormy gray eyes burning with something all-consuming.

"I want to take my time with you," she murmured, shifting her grip to pin my wrists with one hand while the other trailed lower, setting my skin alight. "I want to hear every little sound you make."

A quiet whimper escaped me as I arched into her, desperate, pleading.

Blake groaned, her control slipping just slightly. "I've imagined this for so long," she admitted, lips curving into a smirk before she finally—finally—claimed my lips again, deep and consuming, until the world disappeared.

It was just us.

Just the press of her body against mine, the slow, torturous way she was unraveling me, one kiss, one touch at a time

"Tell me how you feel, sweetheart," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

I struggled for words, my mind hazy with need. "I feel—" I gasped as her fingers traced lazy circles against my waist. "Like I'm going to lose my mind if you don't—"

She silenced me with a kiss, lips curving into a smirk against mine. "Patience," she teased.

I whined, nails digging into her back. "Blake, please—"

She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her expression soft yet commanding. "I've got you, love," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Always."

Then, in one slow, deliberate motion, she lifted my shirt over my head and discarded it, her stormy eyes darkening as they raked over me. A slow, reverent smile curved her lips.

"Now," she murmured, voice dripping with possession, "let me take what's mine."

I shivered, nodding breathlessly. Blake's fingers skimmed over my stomach before reaching behind me, unhooking my bra with effortless precision. The lace slipped away, leaving me bare under her gaze.

She exhaled a quiet, needy sound, her teeth grazing her bottom lip as she drank me in. Before I could dwell on my own vulnerability, she was pressing lingering kisses along my collarbone, trailing lower, her hands mapping my body like she was committing every inch of me to memory.