If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

Blake groaned as she felt me come undone, drinking in every last drop, her tongue still working me through the aftershocks, slow now, reverent. My thighs twitched, my breath stuttering, my body too spent to do anything but melt into her hold.

She placed one last, lingering kiss on my inner thigh—soft, soothing, like a seal of ownership—before finally pulling away.

When she moved back up my body, she was gentler, softer.

Her lips found my temple, then my cheek, then my jaw, whispering something sweet against my skin, something reverent.

She held me, stroked over my back, guided me back down from wherever she had sent me.

And when I finally blinked up at her, still floating, still trembling—

The look in her eyes stole the last breath from my lungs.

I never wanted to be anywhere else.

For a long, drawn-out moment, she simply watched me. Her stormy gray eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with satisfaction, traced over every inch of me—memorizing, branding, committing me to memory in this wrecked, blissed-out state. Her gaze was like a caress, drinking me in, reveling in the aftermath of what she had done to me.

Then, after a beat, she exhaled, the sound low, indulgent, wrecked.

"That," she murmured, her voice thick with reverence, with possession, "was the hottest thing I've ever seen." She let the words sink in, slow and deliberate, savoring them. "The way you came for me so quickly..."

The lust in her tone sent a fresh shiver through me despite the exhaustion settling deep in my limbs.

Blake moved with practiced ease, her touch languid, unhurried, as she crawled back up my body. Her palms glided over my skin like she couldn't bear to stop touching me, her fingers tracing over every curve, every dip, like she was still claiming, still owning, still reminding me that I was hers.

When she reached me, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me flush against her, her warmth consuming, her scent—musk and desire, sweat and something distinctly, intoxicatingly Blake—filling my lungs as I buried my face into the crook of her neck.

A breathless, dazed laugh tumbled from my lips, my body molding into hers without thought, without hesitation. She was my anchor, my gravity, the only thing keeping me tethered after she had ruined me completely.

"That was... amazing," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the cries she had wrung from me. "I've never... never come so many times, so fast."

Blake smirked, that devastatingly smug, self-satisfied smirk, her lips grazing over my temple in a slow, indulgent kiss. "I intend to ruin your standards, love," she murmured, the words dripping with satisfaction, with ownership. "Compared to me, no one else will ever come close."

A lazy, spent warmth curled in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I mumbled into her skin, my words slurred with exhaustion, "You already did... long before the mind-blowing sex."

Blake chuckled, a deep, rich sound that rumbled through her chest, through me. It was satisfied. Pleased. Triumphant.

"Good," she murmured, tightening her hold around me as if she had no intention of ever letting me go. As if she had decided I was hers and the universe itself would have to pry me from her grasp.

Her fingers traced idle patterns against my spine, her touch steady, grounding. There was no urgency now, no hunger—just possession in its purest, quietest form. She wasn't just holding me; she was keeping me, like I was something she had conquered and wouldn't risk losing.