He tugs my dress up and my arms slide out. I pull his tie off, and it falls to the floor. He tosses my dress aside and works the latch on my bra. I unbutton his shirt, and he shrugs out of it, and now we are skin against skin.
I’m in nothing but my black panties, and he is in slacks.
I can feel the tip of his erect cock, hard and impatient, rubbing against my thigh, teasing the promise of what comes next.
My pussy is grinding against his abs, and the friction is enough to make my thighs shiver with pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Gavin growls, kissing down my neck, over my collarbones, and to the swell of my breasts.
He repositions me in his arms, getting a better grip so that his mouth can reach my nipples. The tip of his tongue flicks them, making them hard in his mouth, and making me moan.
Still teasing me relentlessly, Gavin carries me over to the bed and lays me on the plush white comforter.
He stands in front of me, unbuckles his belt, and unzips his slacks.
I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch him shove his pants to the floor and release his cock from his briefs.
I nearly gasp at the sight of it.
It’s long and smooth.
Hard and veiny.
Pulsing with need and dripping with arousal.
I lick my lips as he strokes himself, all the while keeping his gaze locked on mine.
His eyes are gunmetal gray, holding the intensity of an impending storm preparing to crack the sky open.
Every stroke of his hand, from base to tip, coaxes my thighs open in need.
I lift my butt from the bed and slip my panties off, laying on full display in front of him.
Gavin lets out a deep, animalistic groan at the sight of me and swaggers back to the bed. “Come here,” he says, pulling me by my thighs towards him.
He kisses me, urgent and hungry, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.
Then he pulls back, just enough that his eyes can find mine.
“Do you want it?” he asks, his voice low and gritty. “Do you want my cock inside you?”
I nod. “I do.”
“Say it. Say you want it,” he says.
“I want your cock inside me,” I obey, my words desperate.
He groans.
I feel his dick press into my opening, slowly at first, before pulling back slightly. Then in again and out again, teasing and willing me to open.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“You won’t,” I tell him.
“Have you been with someone bigger than me?” he asks, his lips turning up at the corners into a smirk.
“Oh gosh no,” I say almost immediately.
