Pulling her back by her neck, fingers slowly pumping in and out, Gavin angled her face and crushed his mouth to hers. “Take your hands out of my hair and squeeze those beautiful tits for me,” he groaned, licking through her mouth.
His voice so carnal, so full of lust, made her body shake. With his words twisting deliciously in her mind, Emily untangled her hands from his hair, and once again, did as he said. Bringing her hands to her breasts, she palmed them for a second before tugging on her nipples. Tension built, growing fierce between her legs. She rode every screaming wave of desire he brought her with each thrust of his fingers. Spasms hurtled through her body, sending her higher and higher. Though she was close, so close, she needed him inside her and she needed him now. She couldn’t wait.
As if sensing what she wanted, Gavin eased his fingers out of her, leaving her * hot and wet in their wake. She could feel the protest crawling up her throat, but it died on her lips as he hoisted her up, his one hand sliding underneath her ass as the other yanked his shorts and briefs down just enough. Within a split second, he’d pulled her down onto him. Emily sucked in a ragged breath as she felt the head of his cock spread her swollen flesh, the pleasurable burning nearly sending her into orgasm. Her eyes went wide. Though still in shock over where they were, his growls and heavy breathing made the risk of getting caught worth her while. Hot and hard, he was nothing but pure, primal, fierce, consuming alpha male. He filled her. Claimed her. Broke and owned her. Brought her full circle from the woman she once was to the woman she was becoming. The woman she was meant to be with him.
“Fuck,” Gavin bit out, his voice strained. Digging his fingers into her hips, the pressure and need that’d built up throughout the day nearly exploded as Emily thrust down hard onto his aching cock. His muscles jumped and twitched. He brought the fingers he’d had buried inside her to her mouth. “Taste yourself on me. I want you to lick your sweetness off my fingers.”
And she did. She sucked on each one with an intensity she’d never before shown him. So entranced by her, Gavin felt lightheaded as her hand curled around his wrist, licking and stroking her tongue along his fingers.
“Tell me how good my * feels, Gavin.” The demand burst from Emily’s lips as she pulled his fingers from her mouth, leveraging forward to place her hands on his knees for balance. She moved up and down, her speed increasing. “Tell me.”
Holy shit. Gavin swore he was about to lose it right there. Fisting one hand in her hair, he took the other and gripped her waist, guiding her body in vicious strokes up and down his cock. “You feel like heaven wrapped around me. Fucking heaven.” And she did. Soft velvet over hard steel. Her slickened warmth, so tight, had Gavin’s balls nearly climbing into his stomach. He wanted to spill every ounce of himself into her. But he would wait.
Wanting to always get her off first, he slipped his hand from her hair to her clit and rubbed hard and fast. Fuck. Emily gasped and her muscles tightened, constricting and clamping down around him so fiercely, he wasn’t sure he was going to make it. She saved them both when she arched her body against his chest, her movements a sexy, sensual rhythm. However, it was all the more devastating to Gavin’s already heated senses because now he could feel her core in its entirety, felt each flick of her hips as she circled his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, skimming his palm from her waist to her breast. He cupped it, squeezing. With the other, he kept steady pressure on her clit, stroking and teasing the swollen bud. “That’s right, baby. Fuck me slow. Nice and slow. Let me feel every bit of you.”
So turned on, Emily drew in a breath, overwhelmed by the sensations. “Please don’t stop rubbing me.” She whispered the plea, bringing her arms up and entangling her fingers in his hair. God. Between his mouth closing over her shoulder, his hand playing with her breast, and the other tripping over her clit, Emily was close to done for. Licking her lips, she whimpered. “Please, Gavin.”
Unrelenting, unforgiving, and unstopping, Gavin bucked his hips, filling Emily completely. No longer breathing, thinking, or worried about who might be watching, painful pleasure shot through her body. It exploded, unfurling a release so intense, so deep, and wicked in its potency, she thought she was going to lose her mind. She cried out his name, her voice louder than expected, but she couldn’t help it. It was pure fucking bliss. He was pure fucking bliss.