“I’ve wanted to taste you for days. All I smell is peaches wherever you’ve been. It’s been driving me crazy.”
His mouth covers me where the wetness has pooled between my thighs and his tongue darts out and licks a stripe up my center.
“Oh God,” I manage, my knuckles tightening on the headboard upon first contact.
He continues this pattern for a few rounds - licking, nipping, blowing, biting - while his hands fondle my ass cheeks, molding the mounds of flesh there. We moan and groan together, as I writhe wantonly against his mouth.
It feels unreal and drives me closer to the edge of reason with every swipe and swirl of his tongue, the varied pressure of his mouth against my most sensitive part.
Gavin stops for a moment with a serious expression. “Can you come like this?”
While it is the best feeling in the world, I need something more. I just don’t know what.
“Maybe…not sure.”
When I don’t immediately answer, he flips me over and onto my back, my head landing on a pillow underneath and his body stretched out next to me.
Taking this position and the opportunity it presents, I skate my hand down his long body, over the ridges and valley of his rippled abs, until my fingers hover at the waistband of his briefs.
“Do I get to play, too?” I tease, running my palm over the imposing length. His sensitive cock jerks from the pressure.
He breathes heavily, just as he did earlier this afternoon when I walked out of the bathroom to catch him with his hand on his cock. His eyes were hooded and dark with lust, his tatted chest heaving.
Gavin playfully bats my hand away and I whine, once again not getting my way. “Not yet. I got more work to do.”
Before he moves down my body, he pulls me in for a long, lingering kiss. He tastes of Peroni beer, toothpaste and me. His wet lips devour mine, his tongue sweeping in and out, sending need coiling low in my belly.
As we continue the kiss, passion spilling over us, Gavin slides on top of me and I spread my legs to accommodate the width of his large frame. He’s big and hot. A low groan escapes his throat as his cock sits heavy at my center.
I want him to move, to give me something now that he’s where I want him to be. I squirm underneath him hoping to insight action. But he remains still, hovering over me, his heart hammering against my breasts.Thump, thump, thump.
His lips take up residence at my neck, the rough texture of his short beard scraping deliciously at the sensitive skin there, reminding me how good it felt between my legs.
“I want to make you feel good,” he confirms in a low and rough voice, as if telling himself of his plans.
I respond by grabbing hold of his jaw and pulling his face to mine, planting a hard kiss on his lips. “Me, too.”
“Tell me what you like.”
Without saying a word, I smile and gently push his face away from me and down my body. His mouth traverses the valley between my breasts, sucking in a nipple one at a time as my muscles contract deep within my body at the pleasure he brings.
Making his way down my abdomen, he scoots his massive body to the end of the bed, his feet and legs dangling off the mattress. He palms my ankles and yanks me toward him so I’m once again centered at his mouth. My muscles practically seize up when his lips land between my legs and he sucks me in. His bearded chin rubs over my clit and I convulse with pleasuring ripples down my center. The scratchy texture sends my hips shooting skyward, his warm breath fanning across my mound.
A large palm lands heavy on my pelvis, pinning me down, as his other hand works between my legs. Gavin looks up under hooded eyes as his fingers breach my body’s entrance. He pushes in as his gaze rakes over me appreciatively.
I stiffen and relax, allowing my body to adjust as his large fingers impale me. I’m so very wet and slick, and I know he feels it too. He adds another and I fist the blanket in my hands, my head thrashing side to side in pleasure. I rock into him, his mouth returning to the one-one punch combo.
“Gavin…oh shit…that feels so good,” I sputter, feeling the powerful build of sensation in my spine.
He continues pumping, his mouth clamped over my clit, and then one of his long digits curves upward as it rotates inside me, hitting something like the launch button at Cape Canaveral. My belly tightens, my limbs achy and hot as a shot of white-hot pleasure erupts inside me.
I cry out in surrender, possibly screaming his name, repeatedly, as waves of pleasure crest through my body. My heart beats so hard it might smash through my ribs.
When the tremors recede, I lift my head a little shakily and find Gavin still planting wet kisses along my inner thigh. He catches my gaze and smiles smugly.
“Arrogant much?” I jest.
He just wiggles his eyebrows and wipes his face and beard with his hand. I suppose he’s earned the right to be a smug bastard after that incredible orgasm. Gavin not only made me feel good, but he treats me like a queen. And makes me feel completely worthy.
And now I want to do the same for him.
