If he hasn’t been with anyone in a long while, I can only imagine how hungry he really is. Feeling it myself, I can’t blame him for trying to lick up the leftover juices clinging to his lips.
My gaze, hazy and spent, drifts down his body. The fabric of his jeans is strained, the outline of his erection stark and intimidating. A thick, heavy imprint that promises so much more. A weak, hazy thought floats through the fog in my head.
Maybe… he should’ve added a third finger.
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Gavin
She’s staring down at my bulge like she can’t decide if it’s a problem or not.
“Should we stop?” Grating the word out, I force myself to. Even if it means going to my bathroom and fucking my hand to release this pent-up arousal, I’ll do it. The only difference between my usual release and now is that I’ll know what I’m missing out on.
Having felt her wet heat suck in my fingers, it’ll be impossible to recreate even with my imagination.
She shakes her head, the answer coming instantly. “You just look…big. Every part of you is like that, if you haven’t noticed.” Blowing out a laugh, she pushes her hair back. “Everything about this is different than what I’m used to.”
I pause, my chest stilling. “A good different?”
Not that I enjoy being compared by other men, but I don’t want to beworse.
Her smile is reassuring. “Very good, actually. But, don’t let that go to your head.”
I’m already moving off the bed so I can ditch the last thing getting in my way to make this woman mine. “Too late for that. Means I need to set the bar where it should’ve been to begin with. Nice and high, so no one else will ever be able to compare.”
While I’m kicking off my jeans, she’s moving on the bed. Crawling toward me is an unfair distraction, even more when she reaches out to touch my cock once I’ve got those down to my ankles. She bites her lip, dripping sex appeal as she gets her fingers wrapped around me.
“Won’t need a bar to begin with if you keep your word, right?”
One little stroke, and my slit is leaking. “You want me to keep you up here?”
Her eyes drop, and that flush spreads to her ears. “I may like the sound of it. Of you, you know, keeping me to yourself.”
Nowthat’sa dangerous concept. Herwantingme to be greedy.
The air leaves my lungs in a slow exhale.
Her hand is warm, her grip tentative but sure. She’s staring, really staring, at my cock like it’s a fascination, like she’s mapping the shape of it against her palm. The sight of her like this—kneeling on the edge of the bed, her hair a chocolate colored waterfall over one shoulder, her focus entirely on me—is a punch to the gut. A good one. The best kind.
It’s a miracle I don’t spill everything with a few strokes.
“If you want that,” I say, my voice rough as gravel, “then I won’t disappoint.”
But I need her eyes on me. Not just on the part of me she’s holding. I cup her chin, my thumb stroking the incredible softness of her cheek, and tilt her head up. Her gaze lifts, meets mine, and the heat in her brown eyes is almost my undoing.
I swoop down, capturing her mouth in a kiss as a way to make her feel even a hint of the feelings I’m experiencing while having her like this.
She melts into it, a soft sound humming in her throat, her hand falling away from me to brace against my chest.
I guide her back down onto her back, following her. Settling against her, trapping her with my body, there’s no denying how perfect she fits beneath me.
The mattress dips beneath our combined weight. I break the kiss to trail my lips along her jaw, down the column of her throat, before pulling back to get my favorite view of her. “Gonna get between these thighs,” I murmur as I steady my breathing, “and I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave.”
Her breath hitches at the promise in my voice. I hook my hand under one of her knees, hiking her leg up until her ankle rests on my shoulder. The position opens her up to me, and from the lift of her brows, I’m willing to bet she’s never tried something like this before.
Wanting to give her the best, I’m willing to try anything she wants, even if it means working out the kinks. From the small smile on her lips, something tells me she’ll like this position.
I slide my cock through her folds, already slick for me, gathering her wetness. Every time I nudge her clit, I feel her sex clench, impatiently waiting for me to enter her. “You like this, Daphne?”
