by Becca Dale
A shiver skipped though her. “Touch me.”
“Gladly.” Broad, long fingered hands slipped up the inside of her legs, teasing the ticklish skin behind her knees before wandering over her inner thighs in exciting circles. “You're wet for me already, Savannah. Your pussy weeps in need.”
She squirmed, seeking his hands, desperate to feel him against the heated flesh, but the awkward position effectively held her in place. “Gavin!”
“Patience. I want you begging on our wedding night, remember?” He bent his head and licked either side of her slit, feathering just the lightest of touches over her, dipping beneath her hood to bump but not satisfy her aching clit.
One long finger stroked her from top to bottom, never slipping between her wet lips, merely promising. He dipped lower, his moist finger pressing against her anus, demanding entrance.
“Gavin, no. I—”
“Hush, Savannah. Relax and let me pleasure you.”
Twisting away did no good. When she wrenched too hard, he used her momentum to flip her to her stomach. Pressing her hands into the sofa cushions only lifted her shoulders and arched her back, leaving her ass on display for his entertainment.
“I told you to hold still, didn't I, beauty?”
“But—”
He swatted her lightly on one cheek, and her pussy clenched in unexpected delight. “Don't move again until I tell you to.”
The order melted over her and tightened her nipples to painful tips. She wanted more, needed to feel his commanding touch.
His attention returned to her puckered hole, his fingertip circling slowly. “Do you know that some people see anal as a viable alternative to losing one's virginity?”
She stiffened as he wiggled his finger past her tight ring of muscles, sliding in and out, stretching her. Did he mean to take her that way? A shudder of fear-laced desire shook her, and she buried her mouth against a pillow to prevent herself from begging him to enter her there, to take the decision from her hands.
He wet a second finger in her juices and worked it past her involuntary resistance. Her anus lit on fire, burning and clenching as he gently stroked. “Relax.” He rubbed the small of her back, massaging firmly while he opened her.
The searing sensation seemed never ending, yet the ache tantalized in ways she hadn't anticipated, amazing and invasive and so deliciously wicked. Continuing to glide in and out, he thrust deeper until his second knuckles popped past her barrier. Her back bowed and she cried out, bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to ease the burn while taking more. She couldn't speak, only whimper and plead with almost inaudible sounds.
His other hand found her clit. Thank God! Rough back and forth flicks drove her to the edge of orgasm. She was going to come with her rear in the air and her new fiance's fingers in her ass. Embarrassment mingled with blistering desire as she teetered on the edge, and tears ran down her cheeks. Begging became a need she could barely control.
His cock would stretch her even more, invade farther. Maybe she couldn't handle it. Would she disappoint him if she said no? Did she want to say no? No! She had to experience the all-consuming fire that would blaze beneath his command. Gavin represented everything safe and gentle and wild and wicked.
Shoving her hips onto Gavin's fingers, she groaned at the insanity of wanting his cock in her ass. “Please.”
Gavin moaned and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her until her knees rested on the sofa back and her shoulder blades pressed to his chest. She wound her arms backward around his neck and clung to him. Her breasts rose and fell with her agitated breaths.
“God, you're so responsive, Savannah, so accepting and giving.” How could I not want you all my life?
She writhed in his arms, twisting her head to lift her mouth to his kiss.
Heat flashed in his veins as her tight little hole gripped his fingers. He took her lips with the savage need flaming through him. Sliding his free hand down, he found her clit once more. The sensitive nub was slick with her desire, wringing a grunt of satisfaction from him. It felt wicked to tease her snug backdoor, so forbidden, especially with his hot innocent. He should stop—she had proven she wouldn't tell him no—but the pleasure on her face begged him to continue, to push her boundaries until no walls remained between them. “Your muscles are gripping me so hard I can hardly move my hand, like you're trying to keep me out, but your sexy sounds say otherwise. Tell me—do you like having your sweet, virgin ass stretched around me?”
Savannah cried out and bucked against him as he rubbed her clit harder and wiggled his fingers to the hilt inside her.
Smothering a groan against her throat, he continued to work her up, needing to launch her into nirvana. “Tell me.”
“God, it's so wrong but it feels so good.”
His fingers slid in and out with less resistance as her natural lubricant followed the angle of her body and flowed over them. He increased his rhythm, mimicking the way he wanted to drive his dick inside her tempting pussy or her incredibly tiny rosette. “Nothing's wrong between us if it feels good to you.”
Shifting her slightly to the side so he could watch his thumb roll over her engorged clit, he pressed his lips to her ear. “I can't reach your breasts without changing positions, and I like having you this way, quivering and excited in my arms.” The blush that tinted her skin pink darkened with his words and goose bumps rose on her stomach and arms. “I can't take much more, beauty. Tease your pretty tits until they're hard, make them pop. Come for me.”
A sob whispered from her lips. She clung to him with one arm but moved her other hand downward to strum her gorgeous nipples. “Gavin, don't stop. It feels...I need...”
“Shh, it's okay. Let go. Show me how much you want my touch on your hot body.”
With a shudder, she used her legs to increase their speed, rocking away as he withdrew and into him as he shoved upward. He could feel her orgasm building, tightening her muscles like a finely strung guitar. “Would you like me to fuck you this way someday? To drive my cock into you until you come so hard you can't breathe?”
“Oh God...Gavin...soldier boy...It's—”
Whatever she meant to say was lost to a silent scream. Her back arched and her body clenched. Shudders shook her. Tightening his embrace, he kept her close until the orgasm set her free.
Savannah returned to herself as Gavin's hands disappeared from her intimate places, and he turned her more fully into his arms. Sitting on the back of the couch, he soothed her with gentle kisses, cradling her while tremors shot through her.
Her throbbing anus clenched and quivered, recovering from his bewildering intrusion. Her body vibrated, nipples painfully tight, pussy soaking his denim covered thigh. Drawing in desperate breaths of air, she tipped her head to look at him. “What the hell was that?”
“A last adventure before our wedding night. One more thing to think about while we wait.”
He had promised to make her beg, had succeeded without much effort. A shudder of leftover passion wracked her, reminding her of how easily he could destroy her resistance even though his restraint seemed unending.
His hand rubbed up and down her back in long comforting strokes. “Are you okay, beauty? I didn't hurt you, did I?”
She shook her head no as another tremor quivered along her spine. “I never expected to...” How did one talk about something so wild? “I never thought I'd like something like that.”
Gavin chuckled. “Good.”
His arousal pressed to her hip, reminding her that she had flown solo. “What about you?”
Gavin tightened his hold. “If I allow myself release, now that you've agreed to marry me, I can't promise I'll stop before I'm buried inside you.”
She touched the muscle that jerked in his jaw. “Again, you're the only one holding out, soldier boy.”
“Yeah, well, we're waiting. A little restraint never killed anyone.”
His determination reminded her that such a man would stick to his word,
no matter the personal difficulty. “So do you actually plan to torture me until our wedding night?”
“Hell yes. I intend to keep you so worked up you won't think to run before my ring is on your finger. No way am I suffering alone.” He laughed and snuggled her closer. “But I promise I'll make it all worth the wait.”
Suddenly, Friday sounded way too far away.
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Chapter Thirteen
True to his word, Gavin didn't allow either of them release from the night she had agreed to marry him until they met at the quaint little chapel. He did, however, make it a point to bring them both to the edge time and again. Even in the middle of the day, when they met for lunch, he found a private place to torture her. She could have brought herself relief, but the joy his hands and mouth created could not be replaced by her own fingers. In addition, he slept in her arms at night, snuggling her close and comforting her when the frustration built to unbearable levels.
Finally, after nearly holding her breath for days, the mellow sound of Anne Murray floated through the air and Savannah swayed in her new husband's arms. Friends and family stood in a circle around them, smiling and cheering their union exactly as she had dreamed. In fact, not one part of the day had been less than she'd hoped for, including the moment Gavin took her in his arms for their first dance. “I can't believe you requested this song.”
He swept her around the dance floor as if they floated over ice. “It seemed appropriate.”
Their wedding party filtered out to join them, then her parents and Gavin's father and stepmother. Everyone looked beautiful. The night felt perfect, full of new beginnings and utterly flawless. She sighed and tipped her head for a kiss. “Thank you.”
His grin drew her in as it had from the start, a moth to his irresistible flame, the second before he claimed her offered lips. As the song drifted to a poignant end, he released her. “You're welcome, Mrs. Ferguson.”
She touched her tongue to the warmth left on her lips by his sexy mouth. He tasted of sparkling wine and the luscious cake his sister had baked. If she could, she'd stay in his arms for the rest of the night, protocol be damned, but her father took her hand and led her away to where everyone lined up for a chance to dance with the bride. A quick glance over her shoulder, showed Gavin in similar circumstances. He blew her a kiss before he bowed to her seventy-one-year-old grandmother.
“I think you might have found a good one, Savannah.”
She turned her attention back to her father and the glide of the two-step. “Thanks, Dad. I'm glad you like him.”
An hour later, the band swung into a raucous rendition of a party song, and the wooden floor of the renovated barn rumbled with the wedding guests as everyone hurried to join in on the crazy dance. She laughed and looked for Gavin. He stood across the room talking to a much shorter man. Their smiles were similar as was the way they stood as if everyone should bend to their commands.
“Having fun?”
Savannah turned to smile at Kate. “Yeah. How about you? I saw you dancing with a really handsome man earlier.”
Kate shrugged. “He was too tall.”
“Not that one. You two looked ridiculous. I meant the cutie who swept you off your feet during the waltz. The one talking to Gavin.”
“Connor?” A scowl drew her brows together, but she quickly wiped it away and rubbed the spot to ward off wrinkles.
That was the elusive Connor? Savannah looked back to where Gavin stood, but the other man had gone. Her new mother-in-law clutched Gavin's arm and pressed her breasts to his bicep, a snide smile curling her lips. Fury burned in Savannah's gut. How did she dare act that way at her stepson's wedding?
“Vanny, can I talk to you a moment?”
“Can it wait? I'm afraid Gavin's going to punch someone.”
“Of course.” The uncertainty in her friend's voice belied her reassurance.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing. Go. Your husband needs you.”
“He's a big boy. What is it?”
Kate laughed and pushed her playfully away. “Foolishness. It can wait until Monday.”
“You're certain?” Savannah cast another quick glance at Gavin. Steam practically rolled out of his ears.
Kate nudged her again. “Go rescue him before he kills the woman.”
Savannah caught her friend close and squeezed her tight. “I'll be in first thing on Monday, we'll talk then.”
“Aren't you taking a honeymoon?”
“Later. Gavin couldn't get reservations on this short of notice. We'll go this winter when work slows down.”
“All right. Monday then. Now go.”
“Going.” Her feet barely touched the ground as she hurried to Gavin's side. Standing at the front of the church, he had looked like he might actually believe in the future. She'd be damned before she let his psycho stepmother ruin that. She slipped her hand around his free arm and stood on her toes for a kiss. “Did you miss me, my love?”
He looked down, obviously startled by the endearment, then he grinned and bent to brush his mouth over hers. “More than I can ever say, beauty. Where have you been?”
“Visiting, dancing...watching you.”
Tugging free of his stepmother's grip, he turned and took Savannah into his arms. The other woman stormed off in a snit. “So is that how you knew I needed you? You were watching?”
She nodded. Suddenly the room felt too warm and far too crowded. “That and the fact that I'm about to spontaneously combust. Are you ready to go home, husband?”
A low, needy growl rumbled in his throat. “I thought you'd never ask.”
The walk down the aisle, the reception, their first dance as man and wife all blurred together as Gavin swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. His apartment was only blocks from the party that continued in their name, but everything and everyone faded away except the man who held her securely against his chest. She snuggled in to capture the spicy smell of his aftershave and feel the agitated beat of his heart. Three days of anticipation and agonizing restraint thundered in her blood. “The theme to One Day at a Time is running through my head.”
He chuckled. “I'm not sure what that is.”
She hid her shaky grin against his strong throat as she hummed the first line of the tune before adding the words. “This is it. This is it. This is life, the one you get, so go and have a ball.” She laughed. “Something like that anyway. Followed pretty hard by Oh my God—oh my god—ohmyfreakinggod.”
With a groan, he allowed her legs to slide to the floor as he hugged her close and offered a tantalizing kiss. Her toes curled inside her shoes. Slowly, he lifted his head, his hands clasped on either side of her face, holding her steady, his forehead pressed to hers. “Don't be nervous, beauty. No matter how fast this all happened, it's only us. Nothing to fear and nothing to run from. Trust me.”
His husky words whispered over her in a sexy caress, impossible to resist even if she'd wanted to, but who the hell would want to? “From day one, soldier boy.” Her hand shook as she clasped her fingers around his palm. “Are you ready to teach me everything?”
Gavin wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to her toes. “If we take forever, we still won't learn everything, but I can't wait to get started. Right this moment for the rest of our lives.”
“Show me, Gavin.”
Long fingers traced the row of buttons down her back, touching lightly as if he hoped they would part by desire alone. “You had this dress on the first time I saw you. Until today when you walked toward me, I'd never seen a more breathtaking sight.”
“But you left without even telling me your name.”
“I thought you were engaged. It killed me that some other man would hold your hand as you promised him your beautiful smile for life.”
Her heart squeezed at the thought that one dance might have been all they were given. Reaching up, she cupped his face in her hands. “Kate swears f
ate brought us together.”
“Ah, at least the controller got one thing right.”
“Hey, Kate's—”
His kiss cut her off, stealing her breath until she rested against him and let his strong arms hold her up. “Do you really want to fight right now, Mrs. Ferguson?”
“No.”
“Me neither.” He stepped back, his gaze steady and hot. “Turn so I can undress you.”
The simple demand rippled through her like liquid fire. She kicked off her heels and offered him her back. “I should have changed at the reception so Kate could help me.”
“No.” Warm lips teased her bare shoulders, nipping at the tendons in her throat. His tongue traced the bumps of her spine as the dress slowly loosened and fell away. “You are a gift, long anticipated. Don't deny me the unwrapping.”
She leaned back against him, absorbing the tenderness of his touch. A strong arm circled her waist. Another swept beneath her thighs. Gently, Gavin laid her on the smooth linen of his bedspread. Shivers skipped over her nearly bare skin. Only her white lace underclothing and silk thigh-highs stood between her naked body and her husband's hungry eyes. “What are you waiting for? You've seen me naked.”
“Yes, but you weren't mine yet.”
“You still don't own me, soldier boy.”
A grin teased the corner of his mouth. “The hell I don't.” Putting a knee on the bed beside her, he leaned forward, his broad chest inches above her. “You're mine.” He trailed a finger down her stomach from the band of her bra to the delicate lace of her panties making her stomach muscles quiver. “I can prove it.”
“Yeah?” She belonged to him without doubt, but she wanted to hear his reasoning. Hoped the affection she saw in his eyes was real. “How?”
“You know the way you feel when I do this?” His hand slipped upward to caress her breast, rubbing the nipple to a ridged peak.
“Mmmhmm.”