“I like it,” I admit.
He looks up at me, primal satisfaction seeping from his gaze. “Me too.”
We let those words flash in the air like a warning flare that goes ignored. I can’t think too hard about what happens next, because if I do, the emotional damage might be too heavy.
So I shove it aside. I push away all my thoughts ofafterand focus all my attention on this moment right here.
With one more gentle kiss on my thigh, he brings his attention back to my center. He slides his fingers through my arousal, coasting them over my sensitive core. And when his tongue makes a slow pass through me, I melt against the mattress.
There’s no rushing; he exacts every bit of pleasure from my body with languid, lazy movements like he has all the time in the world.
Like there isn’t a looming deadline on this whole affair.
I try to memorize every detail. The covetous look in his eyes as he watches his fingers disappear inside me. His strong shoulders and flexing biceps. The way his lashes flutter shut as he sucks on my clit. The vibration of his groans against my flesh.
He plays with me, toys with me, like he’s never touched something this special.
So fucking perfect.
Oh, you like that, don’t you?
Come for me, baby.
Every word from his lips is kindling for the fire in my veins. The sensations and pressure build between my thighs until his burning stare meets mine and it snaps. It’s those dark whiskey eyes, that hint of his control slipping in the best way, that makes me tumble over the edge, sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
After he takes a few more savoring licks, he drops on his back beside me, pulling me with him.
My heavy breaths echo through the cabin walls as he guides me to straddle him. He grips my hips tightly, holding me back from sliding down his thick cock.
I drop my hands to his hard chest and kiss him slowly.
If last night was desperate and needy, this morning, in the light of day, is slow and thorough.
Final.
Even though I don’t wantfinalat all.
I writhe against him as his hands touch every bit of skin they can. Like he’s trying to memorize exactly how every curve of my body feels against his palms. He leans up to press kisses to my breasts, shoulders, cheek, and jaw.
And when I wrap a hand around his base and bring the tip into my wet heat, he hisses.
“Oh,fuck. Please.” His abs vibrate under my fingertips with the pressure to hold himself still. “Please, little menace. I need you,” he begs, his raspy voice echoing through the room.
Heart skittering inside my ribcage, I reward him with a swift downward plunge, and we groan in unison as I take him to the hilt. His grip digs into my hips as I straighten over him and writhe against the pressure.
“That’s perfect, Lena. Ride my cock, just like that.” His gravelly voice is punctuated with pauses every time I thrust against him.
My breaths deepen with the effort of writhing over him, and sweat slicks down my spine.
Our eyes stay locked on each other as he brushes his fingers over my clit. “Yes, Gavin. Harder. Yes.” The words are incoherent as pleasure rolls through me, building in my spine and curling my toes until it ricochets to every nerve ending.
A tear slips down my cheek as he pulses and spills himself inside me, moaning my name like a prayer.
For the last time.
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GAVIN
