If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

Blake stilled for a moment, like she was processing the full weight of my need, of how ready I was for her. Then, as if realisation struck her all at once, a deep, satisfied sound rumbled from her chest—a sinful mix of a growl and a moan, low and devastatingly pleased.

Her voice, when she spoke, was thick with approval. "You're soaked."

The bluntness of it sent a violent shiver through me, her words curling through my veins like a brand, making my head spin.

"I want you so bad," I whispered, my voice nearly shaking.

Blake groaned, her grip tightening where she held me down. "I know, love," she murmured, dipping her head to kiss along my jaw, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. "And I want to take my time with you."

I whimpered at the promise in her voice.

"So eager for me," she mused, trailing lower, the warmth of her breath ghosting across my collarbone. "Such a good girl, waiting so patiently." Her teeth scraped lightly over my throat before soothing the bite with her tongue. The contrast sent heat pooling between my legs, and before I could fully recover, her mouth closed over my breast—hot and wet and torturous.

I arched into her with a sharp gasp, my fingers tangling in her hair, tugging just enough to earn a quiet, needy moan from her. The sound alone made me clench, my body begging for more.

Blake's hands roamed lower, slow and deliberate, mapping my waist, my hips, pressing firm and possessive like she was committing every inch of me to memory. Her touch was reverent but demanding—like she adored me, worshipped me, but would still take exactly what she wanted.

Her mouth lingered at my breast, teasing, sucking just enough to make my toes curl into the sheets. She hummed against me, utterly indulgent, like she was savoring every sound I made.

"Blake," I whimpered, tugging weakly against her grip. I didn't care how desperate I sounded—I needed more, needed her to stop teasing, needed her to ruin me already.

Slowly, she released my wrists, her gaze dark, unreadable.

"You'll keep them there, understood?" Her voice was a rasp against my ear, a command wrapped in silk.

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching. "Okay," I whispered.

Blake hummed in approval, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my pulse before resuming her slow, torturous exploration. Her hands skimmed down my stomach, tracing the curve of my waist like she had all the time in the world, her touch deliberate, knowing.

Then, like she couldn't hold back any longer, she kissed me again—deeper this time, hungrier. It stole the air from my lungs, left me lightheaded, aching, arching into her.

"Tell me what you want, love," she murmured against my lips, her voice dipping into something deeper, something wrecked.

"You," I breathed, no hesitation. "I want you."

Blake exhaled a slow, shuddering breath, like those words unraveled something inside her.

She dipped lower, pressing lingering kisses down my stomach, pausing to nip at my hip, dragging her tongue across the sensitive skin there. Her hands settled on my thighs, kneading, teasing, pressing them further apart with an effortless kind of dominance that made my breath stutter.

The space between my legs was a disaster—slick and messy and unbearable, my body fully, desperately ready for her.

And she knew it.

Her fingers traced slow, lazy circles along the crease of my hip, deliberately avoiding where I needed her most. My body jolted with every teasing stroke, every warm breath against my skin. I squirmed beneath her, aching, needing.