Aching.
Desiring this man like I needed air.
I slid my fingers into the back of his hair, holding on even though I didn’t need to—he had me, and I knew, without any doubt, he wouldn’t let me go.
“Do you know how badly I want to eat your pussy right now?” He breathed each word across my skin, covering me in goose bumps. “I want to go back to work and taste you on my lips all fucking day.”
He ravaged my mouth as though he was starved. As if the days we’d been apart had torn him in half.
And I was the only thing that could put him back together.
A hasty melding of lips and tongues while our hands desperately clutched, squeezed, dragged across each other’s bodies.
Out of nowhere, the hard ground was beneath the soles of my shoes and my pants dropped to my ankles. I gasped from the coldness of the room hitting my skin. The same sound came out of me again as he lowered my thong.
Gavin was now kneeling in front of me, the hard, stiff points of his whiskers roughing up my thighs and pussy before his tongue licked between me and flicked my clit.
Whatever was building in my throat, I couldn’t hold it in, a mix of mumbled words and breathy exhales coming out.
“Mmm.I missed this.” He gazed up at me, his eyes reinforcing what he’d just said.
My head pressed into the wall, my fingers twisting his hair as the wetness of his tongue took me even farther away. His words, his admission, things I never anticipated he’d say, only added to this feeling.
“I missed”—I sucked in a deep inhale—“your tongue.”
He pulled me closer, molding his mouth to me. I could barely handle it. He felt too amazing.
I reached for the rack next to me, gripping the hard pole with all my strength. When I eventually glanced down, trying to bring myself back to the present, our eyes locked again.
“You fucking taste so good.”
I was positive there was no one in this world who was as beautiful as this man.
And in this position, I could not only admire how hot he was physically but also the steaminess of his desire as he ate me with this fierce passion, demanding only one thing from me.
For me to come.
It only took a few more swipes of his tongue before I completely lost it. As I shuddered against the wall, humming, “Ohhh, yesss,” I cupped his face. Not because I needed to hold him there—I knew he wasn’t going anywhere—but to show him through my fingers just what he was doing to me.
The tingles swept through me, a wave that started in that throbbing spot between my legs and sped through my entire body. “Gavin!” I couldn’t process whether I was screaming or whispering. I just knew that his name had been spoken from my lips. “Oh my God!”
He sensed the moment I turned sensitive, when I was past the peak and quickly coming down, and he rose from the floor, his hands goingto his belt, unbuckling the clasp, followed by his button and zipper. He lowered his pants to the middle of his thighs, his boxer briefs next, a drip of pre-cum bubbling from the tip of his dick as it sprang free.
I’d given him a blowjob during the very early hours of our night together, but I couldn’t leave that sexy bead of white just sitting there, glistening. So I put my lips around his tip, sucking the end, remembering how perfect he tasted, and I grasped the bottom of his shaft with both hands since my mouth could never reach that far.
“Fuck me,” he quietly roared as I bobbed.
There was something so incredibly fulfilling about having this man’s dick in my mouth. About possessing this level of control while giving him pleasure the same way he’d given it to me.
But within a few dips, he was pulling out. “I need to fuck you.” He stared down my body. “Take your pants off so you can spread your legs around me.”
I did as I was instructed, and once I stepped out of both, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and removed a condom from inside one of the flaps. He had the corner of the foil torn off and the latex rolled over him in what felt like only a few blinks.
“Get over here,” he demanded once his hands were free, lifting me into the air, my legs straddling him with the wall giving my back support.
Now in position, my arms resting on his shoulders, his mouth hovering in front of mine, he thrust in.
“Gavin!” The fullness, the thickness, the length—I hadn’t forgotten, it was just a fast, hard reminder as he reared back and stroked in. “Ah!”
