Grabbing the fabric at his hips, I tug down his lounge pants and briefs together. A smile pulls at my lips as his cock springs free between us.
Goose bumps skate down my neck as his grip moves to the back of my head, fingers grazing my scalp. “I want to make you feel good, but I’m going to have to cover your mouth if you can’t be quiet,” I say, repeating his words from the night of our first kiss.
He huffs a dry laugh, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Willyoube quiet, or will you be moaning while you slide those pretty lips down my cock?”
My core clenches tight. Ilovethe way he talks when he’s unraveling for me. I wish I could record his words and play them back for myself in the coming weeks. Months. Years.
“I’ll be moaning,” I admit, wrapping my hand around his base, my chest practically vibrating with anticipation. He chokes on a gasp as I lean closer and run my lips over the velvet skin, then lick the bead of precum gathered on his crown. A hum of pleasure flows from my throat.
“Oh, little menace,” he whispers. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”
His words surge over my skin like wildfire as I take him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his head and sucking gently.
When his hips buck up and he hisses, I swirl my tongue over him.
His smooth skin glides through my wet mouth with ease as I slide down his length. Tangling his fingers deeper in my hair, he whispers, “That’s perfect, baby. Just like that.”
I slip him out of my mouth slowly, sucking and hollowing out my cheeks until my lips slide back to his tip.
“Oh, fuck yes.” His thighs spread wider, making more room for me between them.
My low moan rolls through the room as I slide him back down my throat.
“I bet you can take me a little further this time,” he encourages, caressing his fingers down to my neck.
Pulling my hand away from his base, I relax my throat to dive deeper and swallow him as far as I can.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, and I preen,wantingto be his girl.
Only his, forever.
When I flick my eyes up, his are glowing in the dim room, searing into me. I moan around him and work him faster, harder, tighter. My nails dig into his hips, and he whimpers. The bun in my hair dissolves in his grip, letting the curls fall free, but he gathers them in his fist.
“You’re taking me so well,” he whispers, voice strained and gravelly as his hips punch up. “Making me feel powerless to resist you, you know that?” He strokes the back of my head, cheeks, and neck with a branding touch like he’s marking me. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, Lena.”
Waves of pleasure zing through my muscles until I’m squirming and writhing between his thick thighs. There’s an earth-shattering tension building in our bodies, his legs twitching beneath my hands and his hips pressing him up into my warm mouth.
God, I wish I could see him better, to mark every detail of the ecstasy on his face.
When his legs tighten and his hips pause their movement, I suck harder. But with a hand on my chin and one in my hair, he pulls me back until his cock slides from my mouth.
His chest heaves with deep breaths, his hands shaking. “As much as I want to come down your throat, I need to feel you squeezing my cock.” He groans, pulling me up his body. “One more time,” he adds, and I can’t tell if he’s saying it for me or himself.
He scrambles to drag my shirt over my head and tosses it to the side. Desperate kisses land on my neck and jaw as he drags my pants off and pulls me down next to him.
The mattress is shockingly quiet on the frame as he positions us on our sides, his hot chest against my back. He pulls the covers up, encasing us in their cozy protection. Then he reaches over my hip to slide his fingers between my thighs.
“Oh fuck, Lena. Is this pussy all wet for me?” he asks, swirling his touch over my clit.
Stars scatter across my vision. “Just for you. Always for you.” I whimper as he shoves his other hand under my neck and around to cup my breast.
“Gavin,” I whisper as softly as I can, pressing back into his hard length.
“Yes?” he asks airily, his fingers strumming over my nipple and clit in slow movements.
I writhe back, trying to silently convince him to give me what I want.
“Beg for it, little menace.”
