He fisted his rod slowly as he gamahauched her. Her moans grew breathier, more desperate.Her eyes—he had to see them when she went over.
"Take off the blind," he commanded roughly.
Delicate fingers grasped the linen, yanked it up. She blinked, her desire-hazed gaze meeting his. "Gavin, oh God, what you do to me."
"That's right, love," he breathed against her dewy flesh. "Do you like watching me eat your pussy? Will you come for me this way?"
She moaned something unintelligible. He eased a finger into her, groaning as her unused muscles softened to let him in. He added another, began to thrust firmly in and out as he frigged himself. He watched her eyes all the while. The blue blurred to midnight as she chanted his name. At the exact moment, he curled his fingers, tickling a spot high inside her.
She cried out as she climaxed. The delicious clench of her passage brought him to the edge as he continued to lick the orgasm from her. When she lay back, panting, he got to his feet. He kicked away his trousers and went to stand before her. He loved the way her eyes widened, the sultry sweep of her lashes as she regarded his jutting manhood.
"Sweeting," he rasped, running his fist up the proud, curving length, "do you want to help me spend?"
"Oh, yes, I'd love to." He almost came then and there at her enthusiastic reply. Sitting up, she was eye level with his thrusting member. She batted his hand away and took the veined shaft between her soft palms. "Just tell me how."
"You're doing just fine." His neck arched as he savored her firm yet gentle stroke. By God, her hands were perfect for the job.
"But I'd like to do better than fine," she said. "For instance, what do you think of this?"
A groan tore from his chest as hot, wet fire clamped around his cockhead. His fingers grasped instinctively in her sunny curls. He couldn't believe what she was doing, that she would pleasure him in this way. With whores, this act cost extra, and the fact that his own sweet Percy would willingly do this for him... he felt himself spurt a little. He wrenched away immediately.
Panting, he said, "Buttercup, you don't have to..."
Beneath his disbelieving gaze, shelickedthe glistening drop that welled at the tip of his cock. A shudder racked him as she caressed his length with her blushing cheek. "I know I don'thaveto. But it felt so good when you kissed me this way." Her eyes, bluer than a dream, gazed up at him. "Don't you like it too?"
"Likeit? It's bloody amazing." His neck arched as she lapped at the bulging crimson crown, her tongue investigating the slit. "Take me inside your mouth," he bit out, "open wider... hell,yes..."
Bliss punched him in the gut as he looked down to see his thick rod disappear within her lips. She couldn't fit him all the way inside, but, devil and damn, this was enough. Too much. The slick pressure, the softness of her hands as they milked the base of his prick... he wanted to hold on, wanted to watch her sucking him forever. But his bollocks tightened, and he felt the warning heat gathering in his groin.
It took all his willpower to wrench from her generous kiss. "Percy, I'm going to—"
"Do it. Spend for me like I did for you," she whispered. Her fist tightened around him. Her breasts quivered as she stroked him faster, harder, giving him everything he needed. His carnal innocent, his adorable love—his vision blurred. He yelled out as his seed shot up his shaft. The climax erupted from him, taking everything he had.
When he regained his senses, he gazed upon her. Satisfaction hummed in his veins, and yet his pulse took a wayward leap. He had marked her, his essence splattered on her flawless bosom. Her golden hair tumbled where he'd dislodged the pins. Not only did she not look put out by the disarray, she was smiling. With a sensual cheekiness that warmed him inside and out.
And that had merely been the appetizer. Just thinking of the main course made his groin stir with renewed interest and his chest expand with something like wonder. Collapsing next to her on the sofa, he slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. When he heard her snicker, he asked, "What is so amusing, buttercup?"
Her eyes held an incorrigible sparkle. "'Tis just that I finally understand the meaning of..."—another gurgle escaped her—"just deserts."
His laughter joined hers.
29
"Gavin, oh God, don't stop…"
Cuddled in front of Gavin in his oversized tub, Percy moaned as he continued to tease her without mercy. Under the guise of washing her, he drew the wet cloth over her aching nipples, rousing them to taut peaks. His other hand did sinful things beneath the warm, silky water. When he drew a teasing circle over the most sensitive part of her, she arched her back against him. She could feel the sizeable evidence of his desire prodding her bottom and yet he stopped.
Again.
He'd been doing this for the past half-hour…at least. As a result, she felt like a firecracker on the verge of exploding. Panting with frustration, she turned her head to look at him. Her pulse quickened at the controlled hunger in his expression, the intent way he was watching her.
"Do stop teasing." To her chagrin, her tone bordered on pleading. "I can't stand any more of this."
His eyes gleamed. "You can. And you will."
"But why can't we—"
"You're too impatient, love. We're going to take this slow." He petted her between her thighs again, causing her to shudder. "Waiting builds the pleasure."
