My whimper sounds like a whine as I follow his orders and drag my thong to the side, baring myself fully for him.
That earns me a reward when he goes eerily still, his greedy gaze devouring the sight of me. He moves to his knees in the middle of the hot tub like he’s desperate for a closer look, and my legs move even wider like my body instinctively wants him to seeeverything.
His tongue flicks over his lips as he stares between my thighs. “One finger in. Tell me how wet you are.”
I huff a laugh. “I don’t need to touch myself to know I’m soaked.”
His teeth dig into his bottom lip as his gaze lifts to mine. “Do it anyway. I want to watch your finger disappear inside that pretty pussy and come back out dripping.”
My heart hammers against my ribs as I obey, slipping a finger inside. My arousal coats it instantly as I push in as far as I can, watching his steady gaze consume the movement.
“That’s not enough for you, is it?” he asks with a smirk. “My girl needs more. Add another finger.”
This time I watch myself as two fingers disappear inside my core, the pressure better but still not what I crave. I groan as I pull them out and bring them up to circle my clit.
But Gavin snaps a hand out. His strong grip wraps around my wrist, and he brings my fingers to his lips, pulling me forward to accommodate the movement.
With his eyes anchored to mine, he pulls them into his mouth, his tongue laving across my flesh. He groans, his lashes falling to his cheeks as he sucks hard. A deep ache sweeps through my muscles as his hot tongue glides between my fingers, licking them clean. Then he drags them from his mouth with apop.
“You taste like heaven. I knew you would.”
A thin puff of air seeps from my parted lips, and when I try to inhale, there isn’t any oxygen left in this entire state.
He sets my hand gently on the deck and inches closer, his palms spreading my legs open even wider for him. His focus flits up to me before he presses a kiss to my inner thigh, near my knee. It’s not a particularly pleasurable spot, but as I learned that first night in the hot tub, any part of my body can be sensitive when it’shimdoing the touching.
When Gavin’s lips press there again, his lust-filled eyes linked to mine, I consider if anyone has ever orgasmed from knee kissing. It really might be possible.
His tongue flicks out, and he runs it a few inches up my thigh before he sucks. He pulls my skin between his lips, and I whimper, wanting to let my head fall back but also trying with all my effort to keep watching him. The tugging pressure feels like it’s pulling right on my clit, sending pleasure zinging through my whole body.
My nails dig into the wood planks as he sucks harder, his tongue moving against the tender skin and making my thighs ache to close. But he must hear my thoughts because he pushes a firm hand against my other leg as a low moan grinds out of his throat.
“Oh my god.” I pant the words desperately.
He releases my thigh and surveys the tender spot, gently sliding his thumb over it. Then he leaves a soft kiss, and I melt into a fucking puddle.
Here lies Lena Santos, liquefied from leg kissing.
From between my thighs, he flicks his lashes up to me, and his expression sobers. “I need to know if you want to keep going. But you can change your mind at any time.”
“Yeah … yes. Please keep going.”
A ghost of a smirk lifts his lips. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
He stands and pulls back, keeping a palm on each of my knees as he looks at me. “I don’t even know where to start, then.”
“Anywhere,” I whine, wiggling my hips. “I just need something. Soon.”
He cocks his head with a rakish grin. “You mean to tell me, after days of torturing me. Afteryearsof flirting with me and antagonizing me, you want me tohurry?” A devious laugh bubbles from his throat. “Hell no. I’m taking myfuckingtime with you. If I only get this one night, I’m savoring every second.”
“It was torture for me too.” I straighten my shoulders, and he tracks the way my breasts shift. “I’m losing my mind. I haven’t been able to touch myself for days because the thought of imagining you while we’re in the same house is humiliating.”
His grip flinches on my knees, and he leans forward with predatory intensity. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me what you do when you think about me.” His gaze drags down my body as he bites his bottom lip. “I want you to whisper my name like a secret. Like I’ve whispered yours for days in a house full of people so no one knows what I do to you in my mind.” He shakes his head as fire blazes through my blood. “Then I want you to moan my name like I do yours every time I stroke my cock, even though I hate myself for it.”
