If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

But then... her lips turned insistent.

The press of her mouth grew hungrier. Possessive.

A slow drag of teeth over my ribcage made my breath hitch, and then—

My eyes flew open as I felt the sharp pull of her sucking a mark into my abdomen.

"Baby?" I breathed, still trying to catch my breath, my limbs useless against the sheets.

Blake lifted her head just enough to meet my gaze, her dark eyes gleaming with something raw, something carnal.

"I'm not done with you yet, beautiful." Her voice was husky, wrecked, thick with want. "I've had a lot of time to think about all the things I want to do to you."

She smirked, pressing a teasing kiss just above my navel, her nails dragging lightly over my hips.

"We won't get through them all tonight, but..." Her tongue flicked lower, dangerously close to my center, making me shiver. "I want to taste you."

A fresh wave of heat surged through me, pooling low in my stomach, but my overstimulated body tensed. "I—I don't think I can... again so soon," I stuttered, my mind fogged, my thighs instinctively pressing together.

Blake chuckled, dark and knowing, her hands already coaxing them apart. "Don't worry that pretty little head of yours," she purred, her grip firm as she settled between them. "Just let me enjoy you."

She stopped then, tilting her head, watching me intently. "Continue?"

My heart pounded. A thousand thoughts flickered through my mind, but none of them mattered.

Not when she was looking at me like that.

Not when her touch was already setting me on fire again.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

A sinful smile curved her lips. Her dark hair framed her face in wild disarray, her beauty utterly devastating in the dim light.

And then I really saw her.

Kneeling between my thighs, Blake was all smooth skin and generous curves, dark locks cascading over her shoulders in decadent disarray. The dim light painted her in molten gold, every dip and swell of her body a masterpiece of power and grace.

She was the picture of beauty and sin, a goddess incarnate.

My breath caught, my fingers twitching against the sheets as I took her in—this perfect woman, my woman, poised to ruin me completely.

Blake must have caught the dazed expression on my face because her lips curved into something smug, indulgent. "You look like you're in awe, sweetheart," she murmured, trailing her fingers teasingly up the inside of my thigh.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "I am."

Something flickered in her expression, something that almost softened—almost.

Then, just like that, the heat in her eyes sharpened again, dark with intent.

"If you knew how many times I've dreamed of this..." she murmured, almost to herself.

Then she leaned in.

Her lips brushed up my inner thigh, the teasing warmth of her breath making me shudder. The first flick of her tongue was featherlight, kitten-soft, a maddening tease that had my fingers tangling in the sheets, my body arching instinctively.

Blake groaned, gripping my hips as they lifted off the bed. "So perfect," she murmured against my skin, pressing me back down.

Then her tongue grew more insistent.