Page 12 of Tell Me It’s Forever

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My head is still spinning from the earth-shattering orgasm Gavin just dragged out of me in the hallway. I’m scooped in his arms once again, and he carries me down the short corridor and into my bedroom, dropping me onto the center of the mattress. The cool cotton of my duvet meets my bare back, and I don’t stay lying down for longer than a moment. I scramble to my knees, meeting him at the edge of the bed. I want… no, I need to be an active, willing participant in stripping him from the confine of his clothes.

I like this new version of myself—daring, shameless, with an unshakeable confidence that feels like it suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Or did it really? It could be that I’ve been slowly chipping away at working on myself. Then again, it could also have something to do with having the right man come along. Gavin has shown me what it feels like to be desired as a woman—sensual, unapologetic, and completely irresistible.

I mean, he paid an awful lot of money to go on a date with me, where he had no problem touching me and I had no problem letting him. He left me with a kiss and made good on his word, calling me later that night. Where we had phone sex, both of us orgasming for each other. Then there’s tonight, where I met him at my front door in not a stitch of clothing. He dropped to his knees, used his mouth to get me off, and believe me, that’s the first time I’ve ever gotten off with a man going down on me. I think it’s safe to assume Gavin Rhodes is peeling off every layer of hesitation right along with his clothes.

“Let me,” I whisper, my voice rough and raspy as my hands reach for his belt as he rips the buttons off his shirt before pulling it open. He lets out a growl, his gray eyes burning me alive. His broad shoulders, hard muscles, and toned torso come into view. A whimper lodges in the back of my throat. My fingers tremble as I unfasten the leather, pulling it through each belt loop and dropping it to the floor. I pop open the top button, shove the zipper down, and reach inside the dark fabric.

Only to realize he’s commando.

A sharp exhale escapes my lips as his cock springs free, thick and fully erect. My hand wraps around him, palming his heat. Gavin feels incredibly warm, like smooth silk over hard steel, long and impossibly thick. The tips of my fingers barely graze one another. His flared head is larger than I’ve ever anticipated, heavy and glistening with precum. I smooth my palm over his length, feeling the solid vein on the underside of his cock throb beneath the skin. My other hand glides down, cupping his heavy balls, gently rolling them. I look up, noticing his jaw is clenched so hard a muscle ticks in his cheek. He lets out a harsh, ragged hiss, his hand shooting out to grip the nape of my neck firmly, holding me in place.

“Goddamn, Genevieve,” he grits out, his fingers tightening in my hair just enough to make my scalp tingle. He’s coming unraveled, and I’m the person doing it to him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me. In about two minutes, I’m going to have you cock in that pretty little mouth of yours, but not yet.”

“Not yet?” I look up at him through my lashes, lips parting in a breathless gasp.

“Not yet, baby girl,” he rumbles, his thumb rubbing the side of my neck as he stares down at me with a raw, undeniable intensity. “I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.” He pulls back just enough to kick off his shoes, then sheds his pants and socks. When he’s done, he stands beside the bed as naked as I am, a masterpiece of hard muscles, dark hair, and insatiable hunger. Gavin climbs onto the mattress, crowding me. He grips my hips and gently forces me to my back. His big palms skim down my inner thighs, pushing me wide open. And he settles right between them, his nostril flaring as he takes in the sight of my soaked center, his eyes turning almost charcoal with the effort he’s taking to hold himself back.

“Gavin,” I moan, my hands coming up to grasp his powerful biceps, feeling the hard, solid muscles flexing beneath my touch.

“Look at you,” he growls, hovering above me, his massive frame completely darkening the room. “So wet for me. So soft.” He guides the tip of his cock between the lips of my pussy, sliding the smooth, wide head back and forth through my slickness, gathering my wetness and coating his entire length. The sensation of his hot, thick head pressing against my entrance has my hips lifting off the mattress, searching for more.

“Patience,” he instructs, his voice turning into a low, commanding purr that sends a shiver through my body. “I’m going to take this nice and slow, Genevieve. You’re so tight, baby girl. The last thing I want to do is to hurt you and not be able to take you for a few days.” I swallow hard. My nails dig into the back of his arms as his mushroom-shaped tip begins to slowly part the lips of my pussy. The sheer size of him stretches me, and a dizzying, intense pressure fills me up inch by agonizing inch.

“Gavin… wait,” I breathe. My eyes go wide as I hold his gaze.

“What is it, baby girl? Am I hurting you?” He pauses, his muscles locking tightly as he drops his forehead to rest against mine, his hot breath fanning across my lips.

“No,” I whisper, feeling hot and needy, forcing myself to not look away. “It’s just… I’ve never been with a man like this before.”

“Like what?” he asks.

“Like this, bare, without a condom.” The truth is easy to say. Gavin goes still, his eyes darkening further, more than earlier, an expression so intense on his face I can’t put my finger on it.

“Christ, Genevieve,” he rasps. His voice drops to a thick, guttural grunt that vibrates against my chest. He presses his hips forward a fraction of an inch, sinking deeper. My back arches off the mattress, reaching for more. “I’ll never take you another way again. This feels too good, too fucking right.”

“Gavin,” I gasp as the heavy width of his cock fills me further, stretching my tight walls until a whimpering sigh escapes my throat.

“You’re mine, baby girl,” he growls into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing hot bruising kisses against my pulse point. “Every tight, sweet inch of you belongs to me now.” He stays still for a moment, letting my body adjust to his size. His hands slip beneath my lower back, causing my hips to tilt up, opening me even further for him. “Tell me you want me inside you,” he demands softly, his thumb dipping between the cheeks of my ass, pressing deeper, all while his gaze holds mine. “Tell me, Genevieve.”

“I want you,” I sob softly. My legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please, Gavin… more.” He gives in, slowly, steadily driving his hips forward, burying his thick length all the way to the hilt, sinking in until his pelvis is flush against my center. He swivels his hips, pressing on my clit while he pushes his thumb further on my back entrance. Then Gavin fills me completely, his mouth lands on mine, and his tongue sinks inside. He’s everywhere all at once, invading my senses, skin to skin, filling me with intense pleasure that makes tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

“Fuck, baby girl. So tight, so wet,” he utters against my lips, breathing deeply before he continues kissing me. He buries himself, moving his hips in and out, trying to stay in control, but I can tell he’s slowly crumbling. “Listen to me, Genevieve. Feel how good this is. You were made for me.” My eyes shutter closed, my head falls back, and the heels of my feet dig into his lower back, urging him to go faster, needing more of this, more of him, more of us.

“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips against his, unable to stop myself from chasing my orgasm. “Gavin, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Not stopping, baby girl. Never going to stop when it comes to you,” he rumbles, continuing with each thrust of his hips, and when sparks blast beneath my lids, I let my orgasm roll through my body.

“Yes, yes. God, Gavin,” I chant, coming apart at the seams, and through it all, he never stops, not with his mouth, licking and sucking on my neck, not with his thumb pressing into my ass, and not with his cock moving in and out of me.

“Fuck, yeah.” I open my eyes just as I feel him lose control. He stutters in his movements then holds still, pressing deep. I see and feel him, all of him, including him coming inside of me. Gavin Rhodes completely shatters right on top of me.

His jaw is clamped shut, his muscles are corded, dark eyes burning into mine with a fierceness that makes my soul tremble. His heavy frame presses me down into the mattress.

“Genevieve,” he mutters, his voice thick and gravelly. He shifts his weight slightly to keep from crushing me, but he doesn’t pull out. He stays buried inside me. “I’m never letting you go.”

CHAPTER TEN