Rescuing His Heart

by Melanie Shawn

  Gen cast her eyes up at him as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, deep blue and sparkling through her thick black lashes, and then plunged her mouth the rest of the way down his shaft until she had enveloped his cock entirely in her hot mouth.

  Holding her mouth still after her lips hit the base of his dick, she started up a powerful rhythm of sucking which almost sent him over the edge right then – but then she increased the pressure of her suction, driving his cock harder and deeper into her mouth, and it felt so good that he saw stars on the back of his tightly-shut eyelids.

  He was at the mercy of her sweet mouth and the talent she had for sucking him. She did have a real gift, he had to admit, and he was completely susceptible to it. In fact, he wasn’t quite sure how much longer he could withstand the movement of her tongue and lips without exploding right down the back of her throat.

  He upped the friction even more by thrusting into her mouth as she bobbed up and down on his cock, matching his rhythm to hers so just as her mouth was moving down, he was thrusting up.

  She caught on to what he was doing immediately and responded enthusiastically. That was one of the things that he loved about being with her – they had an unspoken understanding that passed between them, almost like they were able to read each other’s minds.

  She bobbed her head up and down some more, stopping at the top every time to swirl her tongue over the tip of his dick and nuzzle it with her plump lips.

  She groaned around his cock, her cheeks flush with arousal. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he could feel the vibrations from the back of her throat every time she let out one of those sexy-as-fuck moans.

  She pulled his dick into the back of her throat, the tip massaged by her muscles every time she swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth as she sucked him.

  She closed her eyes as his juices touched her tongue, a low hum emanating from her as she savored the taste of him.

  He reached down and fisted his hands in her hair, drawing moans from her that were even louder than before. In fact, they put the moans that had come before them to shame. He loved that.

  It wasn’t just the extra control he got from gripping her hair and influencing the pace and rhythm. It was knowing that she got off on him being so commanding, too. Hell, maybe even more than he did.

  He pushed his cock into her mouth again and again, and she gobbled it up greedily, the suction he felt when it was all the way inside her hungry mouth letting him know that she didn’t want to let it go.

  She stopped sucking, then, and made the tip of her tongue into a hard point and she dragged it up and down his shaft, taking her time and moving from the base to the tip, pressing harder with each stroke, until it almost felt like a massage.

  He didn’t want to let go just yet. It wasn’t the right time. But, damn, her mouth on him made it so hard to resist. He closed his eyes tight shut and fought hard against the urge to come – and it was a fight. A hard one.

  As tough as it was to do, he reached down and put his hands on her shoulders and eased her back away from him. In a lust-roughened voice, he said, “Let’s go in the bedroom. I want to take you in your bed.”

  She grinned and climbed to her feet, and they moved back into her room, their steps hastened by their arousal. When they were next to her bed, he stopped cold. “Shit,” he said, turning to go back to the living room, “I left my wallet in there.”

  “No worries,” she chirped, sliding open her nightstand drawer. “I stocked up on your brand. Since, you know. I figured you might be spending some time over here.”

  He grinned as he lifted out one of the condoms, unwrapped it, and slid it on. “That’s where you shine, Gen. Event planning. Even if the event is getting laid.”

  She laughed. “Hey, that’s one of my favorite events. Why wouldn’t I plan?”

  Gavin climbed up on the bed and lay down on his back, motioning for her to join him.

  She cocked her hip to the side playfully. “What if I said come and get me?”

  He hopped back up and pushed her onto the mattress like he was tossing her in a pool, and she tumbled down, her hair spreading across the pillow, laughter ringing out through the room. He climbed onto the bed next to her and covered her smiling lips with kisses.

  He caressed her body, sliding one hand up her calf, then moving it further up her legs to push them apart at the knee, opening her up to him. He drew back to look at her. To really take it in.

  Her legs were spread wide apart, and even though he’d seen her gorgeous self on display before him many times before, it seemed so different now that his feelings for her were growing – or, rather now that he was giving into and accepting the way he’d always felt, although he’d pushed it down.

  Now, it was more than just an appreciation of how beautiful she was, or the arousal of how sexy she was. He felt a tugging at his heart when he looked at her, because it was her. And that meant something.

  Of course, he thought with a smile to himself, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate how out-and-out hot she is.

  He could tell that she was ready for him because her juices were flowing so freely that she was actually dripping down her thighs. He lowered his head to take a closer look at her gorgeous mound, and drew in a deep breath as he did, taking in her sweet and musky scent.

  He couldn’t wait to devour her, just bury his face deep within her and never stop.

  Seeing the blush that grew across Gen’s cheeks as he studied her body, spread out before him and completely vulnerable, just reinforced that feeling that had been taking hold of him so often lately – to protect her.

  She wasn’t a shy girl, far from it. In fact, if anything he would’ve had to say that she was the opposite of that, bold and brash and not caring what anyone thought of her.

  But there was also this other side of her that only he got to see, the kind where she was slightly shaky when she showed herself to him, and not just physically. And, damn, but didn’t that make him want to scoop her up and hold her close and never let her go.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, and she obeyed, a flush rising from her chest and continuing over her neck and up to her face. His voice was a harsh rasp when he spoke again. “Good, I like that. I like looking at you.” He raised an eyebrow and then added, “The only thing I like more than that is tasting you.”

  With that, he plunged down and covered her with his mouth. Her juices coated his tongue as he lapped at her, again and again, like a cat indulging in sweet cream.

  He enjoyed the small whimpers that she let out in response to his tender movements, but he knew that it was time to take it up a notch, so he dove in and increase the speed and pressure. He was rewarded with a scream and then a deep groan, which made him feel satisfied, like he’d done his job and done it well.

  He took a break for a moment from the intensity of concentrating his attentions between her legs and kissed his way up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs. When her breathing had settled down and he could tell that she was neutralized, he dove back and again, driving her quickly back up to peaks that were even higher than she had been at before.

  He stopped, then, and kissed his way up her belly, pausing every once in a while to drag his lips across the taut surface of her skin, loving the way she gasped at the electric friction.

  He pressed his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue into her and kissing her deeply. He pulled back and smiled. “Like how you taste?”

  She laughed. “Absolutely. Just one more way that I’m awesome.”

  He kept kissing her and slid his fingers up her silky inner thighs, then brushed them lightly across her outer lips. Feeling the heat radiating from her center was the most powerful aphrodisiac. His dick was so hard at that sensation that he thought it might explode.

  He had turned her on with his tongue. Now it was time to let his hands have a turn.

  He held his hands still over her moist mound, not even moving yet, just enjoying the sensation of
her getting wetter and hotter against his skin.

  He moved his fingers up and down her wet slit, loving the slipperiness that coated them more and more with every up and down stroke. Then, he stopped that movement and slipped them down just one more time, rubbing little circles over her entrance.

  He looked up and met her eyes as his hand moved between her legs, wanting to see the exact expression that flashed through them when he touched her hard, sensitive clit. He pressed their bodies together but never stopped moving his fingers between her legs, his hand stretched down between them the entire time.

  He pressed his hand firmly down onto her flesh, letting the heat from his skin mingle with the heat of her core until both his body and hers formed one fiery hot mix, moving his fingers relentlessly between her lips, like he was physically unable to stop touching her. Like he was somehow addicted.

  Looking up at her face as he touched her, he couldn’t help but be moved by how beautiful she looked, with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed, completely lost in the sensations that he was sending through her body.

  Her face shone with joy and pleasure, and he was overjoyed and filled with pride to know that he was the one that had made it shine that way. He had put that look on her face, and he wanted to keep putting it there, over and over.

  When he couldn’t stand it one second longer, he kissed her deeply, repositioning himself on top of her.

  He wanted to make sure that she was ready – even though everything about her body told him that she was. That she was way beyond ready, as a matter of fact. But he wanted this to be amazing for her, the best that she’d ever experienced, so he had to make sure that her body was at its peak of wanting him when he finally slipped into her.

  He drew back just enough to look into her eyes and then asked, “Do you want it now? Are you ready?”

  She groaned and her eyes dropped to half-mast. “Oh, yes. Yes, please.”

  He didn’t want to pull away from her, so he reached down between them to grab his cock and put it at her entrance. It wasn’t easy to maneuver like that, but he felt that it was worth it so that he never had to break contact with her skin. So that they could stay like they were, pressed together into one unit.

  He positioned himself at her opening, balancing one of her legs over his shoulder to give himself the best angle to penetrate her deeply when he thrust into her.

  He dropped down onto his elbows, intentionally letting a little bit more of his body weight fall onto her. He used the leverage of his angle to spread her thighs even wider, and drive himself even deeper into her as he thrust himself forward again and again.

  He’d done many things in his life, had many experiences, but none as intense and powerful as connecting like this with Gen.

  When he thrust into her, the only thing that he was thinking about was claiming her. She was his territory now, and this was just a particularly pleasurable way of planting his flag.

  As he drove deep into her again and again, her wetness coated him, leaving his dick slick and moist every time he pulled out. With only the tip inside her, he already felt himself being sucked into her. The only thing on my mind being how perfect she felt wrapped around me. It was like our bodies had been made to fit together in this way.

  It was heaven being inside her, and he never wanted to be anywhere else. He didn’t care about anything – eating, sleeping. Nothing. He could just stay here inside her until he died and be perfectly happy with that.

  Chapter 22

  Gen cast her eyes downward the length of her body, watching him move between her legs. She was surprised to see that her skin had taken on a thick, glossy sheen of sweat, and so had his. She loved watching him pump in and out of her. It was one of the sexiest sights that she’d ever seen.

  Apparently feeling her eyes on him, he cast his up and their gazes locked. She was taken aback by the intensity behind his, and had to squeeze hers shut to break the connection. It was just too powerful to handle.

  Returning her eyes to the space between their bodies, she felt woozy at what she saw, the sight of his hard dick, stiff and covered in her juices, every time he drew out of her made her inner walls clench and tighten.

  She ached between her legs, already wishing that he was inside her again. Then, in the next second, she got her wish as he plunged back into her.

  This was repeated again and again until she was spinning and dizzy, lightheaded with pleasure.

  She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Every cell in her body was tingling with arousal.

  She reached up and touched his face, her fingertips dancing over the rough five o’clock shadow that had sprung up overnight, reminding her that he’d slept there with her, watching over her and taking care of her.

  Her inner walls squeezed tightly, grasping at his cock with all of her strength. She was so wet that he was able to plunge into her time and time again with no resistance whatsoever.

  She reached down and rubbed herself while he pumped in and out of her, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. God, she wanted that so badly, to come while he was inside her.

  His eyes cast downward to her breasts, which bounced heavily with each thrust that he made into her. She smiled. She loved the look on his face when he fixated on one of her body parts – intense and a little awestruck.

  He buried his head in her neck, then, breathing in deeply and inhaling her, like her scent was an aphrodisiac. Or an intoxicant. Either way, she loved the way it made her feel.

  He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, keeping them still and pressed hard into the mattress. Her eyes widened, surprised at the move. But, damn. She liked it. She liked it a lot, in fact.

  She lifted her hips to meet every single thrust, and before long they were moving in perfect harmony, in a rhythm that was defined by their bodies.

  She could feel the energy drain out of her muscles as it was taken up by simply absorbing all of the pleasure coursing through her. She didn’t have enough strength to do both things at once, and holding herself up was by far the less important of the two.

  She clenched herself tightly around him while he was inside of her, wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him in as long as she could.

  He leaned further down so that his chest was nearly pressed completely up against her – just close enough so that his chest hair brushed against her nipples every time he moved, drawing a sharp gasp from her at every contact.

  She clenched her inner walls in pleasure at the feeling of his thick cock invading her body and stretching her wide.

  Her muscles tensed under the assault of him, but it wasn’t a negative thing. It was simply that she knew instinctively what was coming – her body was about to be pushed to the brink with electric pleasure. Her muscles were about to be stretched to their limit as they clenched and bucked under the most intense sensations.

  She closed her eyes and squeezed around him as tight as she could. She felt his dick twitch and jump inside her in response to that pressure, and it made her feel proud and pleased to have caused that reaction.

  They locked eyes, but it never broke the rhythm of his thrusts, or the matching rhythm of her hips pushing up to meet him. His dick pumping in and out of her was so powerful that she felt tighter with every thrust, as if his cock was growing and getting harder even as he fucked her. And, hell – maybe it was.

  His grip on her hips loosened and his hand slid smoothly up her back, following the path of her neck and grabbing fistfuls of her lustrous hair.

  She stretched out, arms above her head, as the molten liquid pleasure flowed through her. She came alive beneath him, her eyes growing wide and her mouth forming an ‘O’ of pleasure and surprise.

  She pressed her head back against the pillow, the pleasure of his cock moving inside her almost too much for her to take. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, her breath was coming so fast that she thought she might hyperventilate. In short, he’d almost short-circuited her body with his dick. He was a talen
ted man.

  The bed thumped against the wall as he pounded into her, the metronome rhythm providing a hot soundtrack to their lovemaking.

  She reached back squeezed his ass as he pumped into her, wanting him to get as deep as possible. It was maddening, this insatiable desire she felt to be closer to him, always closer – no matter how close they already were. It was like she could never be satisfied until they melted together and became one person.

  She let her mind go blank, not focusing on anything but the physical sensations she felt. It was so easy to lose herself in Gavin and forget everything but him. All the stresses and worries of her life disappeared and she floated on the cloud of pleasure that he was building for her with every movement, every kiss, every touch.

  Her moans drowned out every other sound as he pumped into her, and she slid her other hand around to his ass and gripped it tightly so that both of her hands were now squeezing that luscious gluteus maximus of his, loving the way that his muscles contracted with every thrust forward, feeling like they were dancing under her palms.

  The pressure built between her legs as he moved, and she knew that it wouldn’t be too much longer until her entire body was convulsing in a climax.

  He slid his hand down her belly as he moved inside her, rubbing her clit in small circles to hasten the onset of her orgasm and that just made it even harder to hold off.

  She rubbed around the base of his cock where it met her body, getting her hands full of the moisture that collected there and joining with his fingers, rubbing it on her most sensitive spot.

  Electricity shot from between her legs up through her torso, then zoomed right up to her brain, short-circuiting it and sending little white pinpoints of light dancing in front of her eyes.

  His fingers were knotted tight in her hair and with every thrust, that grip grew even more viselike.

  When his thick cock had been buried fully inside her, she moved her hands up and dug her fingernails into his back, then let out a moan so deep that it verged on a growl.