Griff/Lydia
Griff gritted his teeth and tried to hold out until she finished but when Lydia locked his stare with with hers and ground herself down into his hips in a circular motion that felt fucking amazing - he couldn't last any longer. Eyes squeezing shut, Griff inhaled harsly as his head and shoulders arched back into the mattress when he thrust upward. His hands blinding grabbed for either side of Lydia's waist and held her atop him as he lost all sense of being in the climax.
Then just as quickly as he'd tightened up, Griff went limp. He felt Lydia slide off his thighs and his lashes fluttered open, chest heaving as he nasally drew in deep breaths. He glanced over at the brunette who was watching him closely, likely to see how he was going to react and well, Griff wasn't entirely sure about that either. She was supposed to be his "therapy" and sure, the shag had been great but...he didn't feel any different.
"So, that's it?" he said breathlessly.
A smirk rose on Lydia's lips. "It may take more than one session, dear."
"Oh." A furrow of thought passed over his forehead. "There was something I was just wondering though."
One groomed brow rose expectantly.
"What do you use to moisturize? Your skin is bloody fantastic."
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