If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

With agonising slowness, she hooked her fingers under my last remaining barrier, peeling them down my thighs, taking her time, making me feel every inch of fabric dragging against my heated skin.

The cool air barely had time to touch me before her hands were back, sliding up my thighs, teasing, exploring. She was claiming me.

My hands twitched, aching to reach for her, to tangle in her hair, to pull her down where I needed her most.

Blake caught the movement instantly, her sharp eyes flashing.

"Ah-ah, sweetheart," she chided, her voice full of dark amusement, her fingers gripping my thighs in warning. "You keep those hands where they are."

I whimpered, fighting the instinct to reach for her, but it was impossible with the way she was looking at me, the way her lips parted, the way her gaze darkened as she took in the full state of me.

"God, look at you," she whispered, her voice thick with something possessive, something wrecked.

She trailed her fingers between my thighs, teasing through my slickness without giving me what I needed.

"So perfect," she murmured, her voice a little unsteady now. "So fucking wet for me."

I let out a desperate sound, my hips lifting into her hand, seeking more

Then, finally, her hand dipped between my thighs, parting me with excruciating slowness, her touch deliberate, teasing, dragging me to the brink of madness.

I gasped, my hips jerking, my body betraying me, reacting before I could even think.

Blake groaned at the response, a deep, wrecked sound, as if my desperation was unraveling her just as much as she was undoing me.

"Good girl," she rasped, her voice thick with praise, with intent. With ownership.

Her fingers moved in slow, torturous circles on my clit, never giving me enough, just keeping me right there—on edge, trembling, gasping, craving.

"Blake—please—" My voice cracked, my fingers twisting into the sheets, into her back, into anything I could anchor myself to.

She exhaled sharply, and then suddenly, she wasn't gentle anymore.

Her grip tightened, her free hand pressing my thighs wider apart, forcing me to stay open for her. Her teeth grazed the shell of my ear, her breath hot as she spoke.

"Take it," she hissed, low, possessive. "Take everything I give you."

I whined, my head tilting back, a shiver shooting through me as my body bowed into hers, desperate for more.

She rewarded me with a sharp thrust of her fingers, pushing inside in one smooth, devastating motion.

I choked on a cry, pleasure slamming into me so hard my vision blurred.

"Yes—" I gasped, my hands clawing at her back, needing her impossibly closer.

Blake set a ruthless rhythm, each thrust deliberate, wrecking me with precision, with a dominance that left me gasping, helpless beneath her.

She was thrusting into me with such force I was bouncing below her.

She wasn't just touching me—she was claiming me. Owning me. Her grip was firm, unyielding, her control absolute.

"You belong to me," she growled, voice thick, wrecked, as her fingers plunged deeper, curling just right, forcing another cry from my lips. "No one else gets to touch you like this. No one."