When I walked by his room earlier today and witnessed him masturbating, I only caught a quick glimpse at his dick. But even from afar, through only a slit in the doorway, I could tell it was big. And I knew then he was bigger than any other guy I’ve been with.
My legs clench involuntarily in anticipation of what he’ll feel like inside me, his ripped naked body flush against mine. All the hardness that belongs to Gavin.
His eyes open and lock with mine, neither of us blinking or making any movement. But my hand has a mind of its own as I reach underneath my body, lifting my hips just slightly, and slide my fingers over the wet panel of my panties. I moan at the same time he growls.
“Kitty, you’re killing me…”
I smile at the knowledge that I’ve turned him on just by my actions and no touch. It’s like my own mini-superpower. It gives me confidence when I lack it in everything else I do.
He slowly pries his lids open and the corners of his mouth drag into a slow, sensual, predator smile.
“Gavin,” I implore. “Please come here.”
As if some invisible curtain falls between us, Gavin drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and hovers over my back.
“I’m here. Now what do you want me to do to you?”
His tongue glides along my spine, mapping his way from the elastic of my panties to the base of my neck. Hot, heavy and sensual. My body responds with goosebumps that spread and fan out over my burning flesh.
He nips, kisses, skims over my skin with a light flutter of his nose and fingers. I suck in a breath each time he hits a sensitive spot. I buck when his hands find my breasts and he squeezes. I bend my head so I can watch as he plucks the pebbled nubs and then pinches hard.
Gasping loudly, I rear back into his erection now positioned between my ass cheeks. We’re both still wearing our underwear but I can feel him twitch against me and I can’t wait to feel his solid, pulsing cock inside me. He holds himself still; doesn’t thrust or push. Just waits patiently. It’s both exhilarating and erotic. But I’m losing my mind. I want him inside me.
My fists white-knuckle the bed comforter. “Gavin, please…I want you to fuck me.”
“Iamgoing to fuck you, Kitty,” he emphasizes with a bite on my shoulder blade, followed by the lap of his tongue across the stinging flesh. “I’m just trying to decide how…”
“You don’t know how?” I can’t help but make a joke and giggle at my hilarity.
And then…smack.
His large palm lands on my ass and I’m so startled my head lands forward on the pillow.
My moan, even muffled by the feathered pillow, is loud and suggestive.
His fingers trace the reddened mark on my cheek, soothing away the pain.
“You were saying?”
I try this again, stammering slightly. “I…I don’t care. However you want. Just do it.”
He grinds against me roughly, practically pushing me head first into the mattress. I reach out to the wobbly headboard and grab hold, my head lifting from the pillow.
He snickers. “Like that?”
Glancing over my shoulder I raise my brow to prove my point, gritting my response through my teeth. “Yes. Just like that.”
I’m not picky on positions – I generally like them all - as long as my needs are met and I get a nice orgasm out of the deal.
Most guys my age are terrible lovers, centered only on their own release and satisfaction. Something tells me, though, that Gavin isn’t just a one-track mind. I’d say it’s fair to say he’ll be a generous lover and will give me the ride of my life.
This is confirmed when his fingers burrow underneath my panties at the sides of my hips and he slides them down past my knees, as far as they can go in this position.
“Lift,” he commands, gently pushing my knee up and removing the material from my legs. “Now spread.”
He taps the insides of my thighs with the back of his hands and I comply. I’m on my knees with my legs spread as far as feasible, bent at the hips with my hands gripping the headboard in front of me. I’m completely exposed as Gavin kneels behind me.
Gavin positions himself on his back, face up toward me underneath my bent legs. His eyes stare up into my own and he wears a wicked grin, telling me of all the naughty things he’s going to do, without even saying a word. I return those sentiments with a mirrored smile.
