“Just speaking my thoughts,” he explains before dipping lower into the bed. His mouth brushes my inner thigh before I feel the heat of his tongue lap at the skin.
Now that makes me wonder what he is thinking.
Reaching for him, my fingers slide through his ginger locks as he laps closer and closer to the source of all of my tingling. He has barely even touched me, and it feels like I’m ready to unravel.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve let someone do this,” I murmur, “I forgot how good it feels to be touched.”
“The same can be said about me.” Leaving a mark against my skin, he laps the light sting. “A little rusty, but I’ll make sure you’re satisfied. We are only starting, Daphne.”
Brushing past the promise in his voice, I soak in his words. “So that means… Not even with your previous matches?”
It shouldn’t make a difference, really. But just thinking that meeting me could make such a difference to him plucks at my heartstrings. Even more when he pulls back to meet my gaze.
“Not even with them. I didn’t want them, not like I want you.” Saying all the right words, he finally plants his mouth against my pussy.
I can feel the shape of Gavin’s tongue as he savors my flavor for the first time. He doesn’t dive straight in to where I need the contact the most. Rather, it feels more like he’s set on teasing me by taking his sweet time.
A long lick from top to bottom that makes my back bow off the mattress. I swear he chuckles, but I’m in such a daze that I can’t tell if it’s my imagination or not.
His thumbs find the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs, and with not an ounce of hesitation, he spreads me wide to see me completely exposed. I feel like I’m burning alive here beneath his gaze.
“So pretty,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “All this, I want it to be mine.”
He adds a little growl to theminethat turns my bones into straight mush. It’s a mystery how I don’t just melt into one big puddle against his bed. Even if Idid, I have no doubt that this man would drink in every single drop that is me.
Gavin doesn’t wait long before he’s repeating his action, this time lingering against my clit. Circling the bundle of nerves, it’s him sucking it between his lips that has me clamping a hand on my mouth to contain a sudden cry from breaking out.
“Don’t hide it.” His demand sends vibrations straight through me, and my toes curl. “Let me hear all the sounds you can make.”
His tongue works me into a frenzy—flicking, circling, flattening. It’s relentless and perfect, and just when I think Ican’t take another second, he pulls back. I whimper at the loss, all while wishing this would never end.
It has to eventually, right? Yet, I’ve got a feeling that we’re nowhere close to being finished.
When I whimper, I swear I catch another hint of a smile on his lips as his thumb rubs slow, maddening circles where his tongue lingered.
I feel the blunt pressure of a single finger at my entrance, teasing, testing my give. I’m so wet it slides in without resistance, but the fullness… It’s immediate. He’s not rough, but he’s thorough, curling that finger inside me in a way that makes me see stars.
“Jesus,” he breathes, watching my face as he works that finger in and out. He groans likehe’sthe one being teased. He pushes himself even more by adding a second one inside, stretching me further.
A gasp punches out of me. Both of his fingers feel huge inside me, twice, maybe three times as big as my own. The fullness is great enough that I’m tugging at his hair, needing even more as my hips move on their own, trying to seek out more friction than what he’s willing to give.
My own toys, my own lonely nights… none of it compares to this. Now that I know whatthisfeels like, I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to what I’ve relied on for years.
One little taste, and I can already taste the addiction forming.
His fingers pump slowly, scissoring just a little, opening me up as his mouth returns to my clit. This time, his tongue is ruthless. It flicks that swollen bud in quick, precise strokes, synced with the deep, curling thrust of his fingers.
“Gavin…” My head spins, my throat aches from how hoarse my moans leave me.
“That’s it. Let go for me,” he growls, his voice muffled against me. “I want to taste it.”
It’s an order I can’t disobey. The pleasure coils, tight and hot, deep in my belly. His fingers curl, his tongue flicks, and everything around us grows fuzzier.
I come hard enough to make my cry bounce off the walls, my hips bucking against his face, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
The waves seem endless, wracking through me, leaving nothing in my head but static. I can’t even wrap my mind around what happened, opting to just enjoy the pleasure as it simmers.
Slowly, gently, he eases his fingers from me. He pulls back, rising up on his knees between my splayed thighs. His mouth and beard are glistening with me. In a daze, I watch his tongue flick out and catch his bottom lip.
