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She never hesitates… not even for the half second it takes her to suck in air between her teeth. “God, yes. ”
Her complete surrender slays me. Leaning forward, I place my hands on the bed at her shoulders and kiss her again. For the fourth time, and it’s even better. Her lips are so soft, her breath tasting of mint and sugared coffee. Her tongue is at turns bold, then shy, and as I move my mouth over hers insistently, I find it doesn’t take much for her to submit to me wholly.
Pulling back from her once again, I scoot off the bed. “You have way too many clothes on for what I have planned. ”
“Better remedy that,” she says with a grin and sits up to start pulling her sweater over her head.
Placing my hand at the center of her chest, I push her back down on the bed. “Uh-uh. Let me do this. Let me unwrap you in my own way. ”
She immediately lies back on the bed, bringing one hand to rest across her stomach and the other thrown over her head. She watches me with curious eyes filled with soft yearning. “Okay,” she whispers. “But will you undress first?”
“I thought I was in control,” I chastise her gently with a warning look.
“Please. ”
Just one word. Please. And I give into her immediately.
Kicking my tennis shoes off, I reach down and quickly remove my socks. I’ve never stripped for a woman before… not at her request, and sadly, I find there’s no sexy way to remove one’s socks and shoes. But once they’re out of the way, she gives me a soft command. “Your shirt… take it off. ”
Smiling darkly at her, I lift the hem of my dark gray Henley and lift it slowly up my torso. For the first time ever, I’m glad that I work out. I’m glad that she’ll watch me as I reveal myself to her, and I hope she finds pleasure in looking at my body.
I’m temporarily blinded when I pull the shirt over my head, but I hear her loud and clear when she sighs in pleasure. As I toss the shirt aside, I find her eyes pinned to my chest. I stand there… absolutely still, and watch her watch me. Her eyes roam… over my stomach, my ribs, my chest… my shoulders, my arms, then back to my stomach again, before dropping down a bit lower where she looks hungrily at my hard-on straining against my jeans.
My hands come up and pop the button, and she stares at me harder. When I hesitate, she never gives me a moment of respite and says, “Hurry. ”
Oh, f**k… she’s seducing the shit out of me and has no clue. The fact that my sweetly timid Savannah is demanding me to undress… so she can see my straining cock, causes my head to fill with a thick fog of primal lust.
Taking a deep breath to control my raging pulse, I unzip my fly and push my jeans and underwear all the way down. The elastic snags momentarily over my erection, and then it’s freed where it stands up tall under her gaze. I clumsily kick my jeans off and away from me, and then stand up straight before her with my hands loose at my side.
Savannah just stares at my cock, her eyes wide, and I realize even though I f**ked her brilliantly yesterday, she’s never had a clear look at my completely nude form before. I can tell by the look on her face that she likes it, and I have to restrain myself not to fall on top of her.
“You’re stunning,” she says reverently, and my knees almost buckle from her praise.
“Will you touch yourself?” she whispers. Even though her words are barely audible, they are delivered with command. I have no clue where Savannah learned how to say these things, or where this boldness is coming from, but I’m becoming powerless against it. I think I may do anything she asks of me.
My hand almost rises to do her bidding, then I shake my head and blink away the fog. I give her a dark smile and reach down to one of her booted feet. Squeezing her calf underneath the soft leather, I tell her, “Not another word out of that beautiful mouth of yours. I’m in control. ”
“But—”
“Not another word,” I tell her with a hard stare and squeeze her leg. “If you do, I’m going to stuff my c**k in your mouth to keep you quiet. ”
Savannah’s eyes close and her body shudders in pleasure over the thought. I have to bite the inside of my cheek until I almost draw blood to stop myself from crawling up her body and doing just what I threatened.
When her eyes open back up, she just nods at me and keeps her lips sealed firmly shut.
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All I can think about, at this very moment, is sucking on Gavin’s cock. His threat to shut me up by putting it in my mouth causes lust to course through me, and I can feel heavy wetness between my legs. I’ve never given a man a b**w j*b before… never wanted to. Not until this very moment. I briefly think about pushing up off the bed and latching my mouth on to him.
That would show the supremely confident Gavin Cooke, who seems content to put me in a narrow category, what he’s dealing with.
The only thing that stops me is the promise in his eyes that he is going to deliver something to me that is going to probably shatter me to pieces. I’m quite sure… when we’re both done and spent… I won’t ever be the same.
So I hold my tongue, hopeful that it will have a chance to lash at that beautiful piece of velvet and steel at some time in the future.
I feel so beautiful… so wanton… so free, as I lay here on the bed, fully clothed while the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on stands before me utterly naked. He’s almost blinding in his magnificence, and the darkness that seems to coat a good portion of his character attracts me as much as his physique and beautiful face.
I was so confused last night when he left me. I was sure he wanted me… wanted to make love… fuck me again, whatever you call it. A man like Gavin has urges that I know he gives in to over and over again.
It was almost demoralizing when he stepped away, but when he told me I was doing everything right, it made sense to me. I was being me, and Gavin was attracted to that. It didn’t matter if I was a heroine or not. There was something about me that had caught his eye, and I was going to see where it took us both.
Gavin unzips one boot and pulls it off, before doing the same to the other. He quickly takes off the thick, wool socks I’m wearing and tosses them casually aside.
His gaze comes to mine and his gray eyes are so dark, they almost seem black.
“You can’t imagine the things I want to do to you, Savannah. ”
He says my name… not Sweet, and it’s almost like a prayer. I sigh with contentment.
Leaning over the bed, he slips a finger under the waistband of my jeans and strokes my skin. “So soft,” he murmurs.
I wait for him to take my pants off but instead, his hand comes up and grips my sweater at the center of my chest. He pulls on the material, bringing my upper body off the bed. He slowly lifts me up until I’m sitting straight, and then he keeps pulling me toward his face.
He kisses me again, hard and rough, and when our tongues touch, he groans in my mouth. I groan back.
His hands swiftly pull my sweater up and over my head, my brain mentally calculating the lingerie I chose to wear. I don’t have much in the way of sexy, but I’m relieved when I remember I put on a pretty, matching set… taupe lace bra and bikini panties.
He tosses my sweater aside and stares at the swells of my breast as they heave within my bra. His fingers come to the edge, and he slowly pulls the lace down until my ni**les pop free. The material scraping causes them to form into hard, little knots, and I moan over the sensation.
“Christ, your br**sts are perfect,” Gavin growls. Then his hands are under my armpits, lifting me straight off the bed and up into the air. My own hands come to rest on his biceps as he lifts me, bringing one breast to his mouth where he latches on and sucks at a nipple so hard that I cry out in desperation.
Gavin groans as he sucks at me, and then softly licks his tongue over the hard pebble to alleviate the sting. He turns his face to my other breast, holding me up in his powerful arms, and my head falls backward weakly. <
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He licks at my other nipple, sometimes sucking softly, sometimes hard, and then he bites at me gently, causing my whole body to jerk as I’m suspended above the bed in his hold.
“Need to taste you more,” Gavin murmurs as he lowers me back down. “Need my face between your legs. Need you on my tongue. Have you ever had a man’s tongue inside of you, Sweet?”
Oh, God. His words… his filthy, filthy words. They cause my body to shudder, my head to go dizzy, and my legs to clamp tightly together.
“Have you, Sweet?” he asks gently as he unzips my jeans and pulls them off my legs. My head shakes side to side, even as my eyes stray to his erection, which, impossibly, seems even larger than before. I note the pearly liquid seeping from the end, and my mouth waters to taste it. I actually start to sit up off the bed, but Gavin’s hand pushes against my chest again to keep me pinned down. “Don’t even think about it, love. Not before I get my chance. ”
Gavin’s fingers hook into the edges of my panties at my hipbones and he drags the lace down my legs, tossing them to the floor. He never makes a move to undo my bra, the cups still folded below the swells of my aching br**sts.
Lowering his hands to the inside of my legs, Gavin spreads them apart, and I can’t help but be a little shy under his bold gaze. His fingers drag up my inner thighs until they reach my center, and he carefully spreads me apart for his perusal. His thumbs move inward to stroke me softly, spreading my wetness around. Cocking one wrist, he slips a thumb inside of me, arching it downward and pressing against my inner walls. My h*ps shoot off the bed, and he laughs at me softly.
He removes his thumb and brings it to his mouth, licking me off the pad and closing his eyes in pleasure. “Fuck, you taste good… sweet. Like honey. ”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me, knowing without a doubt he’s making a play on words with his new book heroine. Or is she an anti-heroine? I can’t remember at this point.
Reaching down to my ankles, Gavin steps slightly away from the bed and drags me with him, so that my butt rests on the edge. He then kneels down on my carpet, his face so close to me that I can feel his warm breath as it rushes over and cools the wetness between my legs.
His hands push my legs further apart, and then his hands come up to spread me open again. He blows softly over me, and I shiver.
“You’re glistening for me, Sweet,” he says reverently. “Going to drink up every bit of you. ”
“Yes, please. ” I sigh, and then my eyes snap to his because he told me to keep my mouth shut. Images of him lifting me up and pushing my face over his c**k fill me, and then I shudder.
He laughs at me softly again and says, “It’s okay, love. I want to hear you now. Don’t hold back. ”
Gavin then dips his face down and softly covers me with his mouth. His tongue pushes at my center, straight into me, and my hands practically slam against his head to hold him in place. He moves his face side to side, sliding his tongue in opposite directions, massaging me all over.
“Mmmm,” he groans against my warm flesh. “I could do this all day, Sweet. Fucking gorge myself on you. ”
His words rumble over my sensitive skin, and he pushes his entire mouth against me harder. I cry out, the pleasure rippling through me. I’ve never felt anything like it before and my h*ps circle and gyrate, demanding more.
He gives it to me. Long, slow licks alternated with quick flicks against my clit. He pushes his tongue in and out of me, even raising his face and rubbing me with his chin. My entire body is on fire, my muscles clenched so hard I feel like the tendons will snap, and then he puts his mouth right over my cl*t and pulses his tongue over it. Faster, and faster, and harder. He adds one finger, then two… then, oh, God… three, pumping them in and out while his tongue flutters over me with speed and determination.
My lower back tightens, a molten throb starts between my legs, and then it spirals up my spine. The pressure inside of me builds. I squeeze my eyes shut, and it hums with fever. Then it releases… bursting so hot and hard that my entire body bucks off the mattress and a scream tears out of my throat. It goes on and on… the orgasm… my scream… and Gavin never stops moving his tongue against me. I raise my legs up wildly even as another burst of pleasure pulses through me, then I dig my heels into the mattress and cry out again as another orgasm rips me open.
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