I bit my bottom lip and nodded vigorously. “Yes,” I said, and just as he opened his mouth, I muttered, “Yes, please, Gavin,” before he could say it.
He scoffed, then glanced down at the way the light caught off his soaked fingers when he pulled them out of my pussy, and his lashes lifted to me again as he tasted my glistening juices on his middle finger.
“You beg so well, sweet girl.” His pointer finger danced over my lip, his brow arching down at me. “Open your mouth,” he said. “Lick yourself off my finger. Taste that sweetness.”
I did, and I hummed around that digit, holding his eyes and watching his pupils widen as his tongue darted out over his lips. I ached for his absent touch, and he smiled as if I had just completed his favorite task.
“My perfect girl,” he whispered.
I was going to come from just his fucking words.
He kissed the tip of my nose and shifted from over me. I couldn’t breathe as he sat up to his knees between my bent legs, anticipation making my clit pulse. His hands stretched on the backs of my thighs, making me hike them into the air, completely exposing my bareness down below, and Gavin groaned as he stared at me.
“Look at you…” he breathed, his thumb trailing dangerously close to my sex. “That pretty little cunt glistening…” His head tilted, lashes lifting, as he grazed that finger over my throbbing clit. I flinched at the touch, and that smirk hiked higher.
“You look like my favorite candy, baby.”
The words caught me off guard, breaking me briefly out of my daze, and I felt my brows knit together. “What is your favorite candy?” I asked.
His only reply came in the form of his dropping to his stomach and hoisting my legs over his shoulders. “Do you know what I like to do with my candy?” he asked, his nose nudging against my pussy, his heated breath brushing my sensitivity… It took everything in me not to tighten my thighs around his head and urge him closer.
“What?” I asked with a silent gulp.
His gaze steadied on mine as he placed soft kisses on my inner thigh. “I like to savor it… one lick at a time…” He was toying with me, making my breath hitch every time he looked like he would take me in her mouth. “…until every bit of the hard shell is gone, and that warm center melts in my mouth…”
The right corner of his lips elevated as he kissed my entrance, and then he looked back up at me. “Will you melt for me, baby?”
My jaw was practically trembling as I whispered, “Yes.”
That damn smirk met me, and I watched as his nose brushed against my folds, followed by more soft kisses on my thighs… and the first time his tongue licked my clit, I melted into the mattress.
Deliberately, he licked me. Tortured me. Tasted me.Feastedon me. Every suck of his lips and stroke of his tongue sent me spiraling. His fingers dug into my ass as he held me there. Fucking hell, I wanted to pull his hair and have him suck on me until my lip bled from holding back that release.
My head threw back when his tongue circled inside. I squirmed and cursed his name every time I was forced to take in a sharp breath. I began to roll against his mouth, my legs starting to shake as my climax crested. His tongue felt as though it were made for me, and I never wanted him to stop.
“Gavin…” I grabbed the rail behind my head, my arms thoroughly numb. A whimper escaped me as I tried to deny myself from coming all over his face.
“Look at me,” he said, his lips landing on my thigh. “Watch me while I feast.”
I picked my head up and looked down, nearly falling apart at the sight of him pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking, holding my eyes with his. I didn’t know how I could possibly get wetter, but I knew I had. He reached up around my body and grasped my breast, squeezing as he gripped my thigh tighter in his other hand. His tongue tortured me in the best way. My heels dug into his back, toes pointing as I yanked on the handcuffs. I needed to grab something—anythingto help keep my composure.
Another whimper choked from me, and I began to tremble. Tears glistened in my eyes. My entire body seized to the point that I thought I might break—
He slipped a finger inside me, prompting me to buck against his hand as that finger plunged effortlessly in and out of me with his continued tongue tease. I cried out, my arms straining…
“Gavin,” I gasped. “Gavin, I’m going to—“
“Not yet, baby,” he said. He moved his finger from my pussy and stretched that digit between my cheeks, searching for my other entrance, and when he found it, he whispered that finger over it.
“You wanted me to tease you,” he said, a soft chuckle leaving him. “Let me tease you.” He kissed my clit, and as he did, he slipped his fingers inside both entrances, and a chill rolled over my skin.
“Oh, god, please,” I cried out.
His low laughter sounded, vibrating my entrance, and he shifted deeper inside. I dared to meet his delightedly dark eyes, the smirk on his face.
“That’s right, baby,” he practically growled, tongue laving over my clit. “Say my true name. Call on your lustful god to bring you to your end.”
I didn’t care if he was Cupid or Gavin, or Santa, or the fucking tooth fairy.
