The power of the storm outside only intensified her arousal, made her grab his hair and draw him closer to her breasts. Watching him lick and suck and bite her nipples made her clit and * tingle, made her want to feel him inside her pounding away.
God, she really needed him to fuck her, wanted to come so badly she could touch herself right now and go off like the lightning arcing across the dark skies.
“Gavin, fuck me.”
He lifted his head and bent to remove her panties, sliding his hands slowly down her hips, her thighs, her calves. She shivered at the feel of his fingers on her skin. And when he kissed his way up her legs, she parted them, knowing where he was going and wanting him there so desperately.
“Lean against the wall, Elizabeth.”
She leaned back and spread her legs. Gavin kissed her thighs, cupped her butt cheeks, and put his mouth where she needed it—right on her *. Seeing his lips on her clit made her shudder. Feeling his tongue rolling over the bud made her legs weak. She palmed the wall for support, closed her eyes, and let the sensations wash over her.
It had been so long since she’d had a climax, she came with a wild, surprising rush, letting out a cry and tightening her hold on Gavin’s hair. He rose and slid his cock inside her while she was still coming, intensifying her already insane orgasm.
Elizabeth laid her hands on his shoulders and dug her fingers into his skin, focusing her gaze on his eyes. She couldn’t even come down off the high of her climax, because he thrust into her, rolling his hips over her already sensitized sex and taking her right back to a fevered state. She wound her fingers around the nape of his neck and drew his lips to hers.
He kissed her, and thunder rolled outside, shaking the foundation and the walls, making her crazy as the storm intensified inside her again, too. Gavin didn’t stop, just continued to pummel her with the slow, steady slide of his shaft in and out of her. It was the sweetest torture, and the way he kissed her was maddening, taking her breath away with his lips and his tongue, nipping at her, licking at her, demanding she give him all she had.
It was a total bombardment of her body, her senses, her heart, and she shook her head, finally pulling her lips from his as he pummeled her beyond reason, his chest scraping her nipples, his pelvis rocking against her clit, and his mouth nuzzling her neck.
“Gavin.”
He didn’t answer, just dragged his tongue from her neck to her shoulder and bit down on her.
She shuddered, felt the rising storm of another climax building inside her, felt her * tightening around his cock. He stilled, and she felt him swelling impossibly thick inside her. She knew he was ready to come inside her. And when he gripped her buttocks and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him and let go.
He let out a guttural cry and slammed her against the wall, found her mouth and drove his tongue inside. She moaned into his mouth when she climaxed, drinking in his groans as he came with her.
They sank to the floor together, Gavin holding on to her with his hands and pulling her on top of him. He held her, stroked her back, and swept her hair away from her face, but he didn’t let her go, though she was certain she had to be heavy. After a while, she lifted her head, afraid he’d fallen asleep. His clear gaze rocketed to hers.
“I thought you were sleeping,” she said.
“No. Just enjoying touching you.”
“Are we going to stay like this the rest of the night?”
“I thought about it. I like listening to the storm.”
She shook her head and pushed up to sit on him.
“I like this view even better.” He grabbed her hips and lifted his, rocking against her.
She laughed, pushed against him, and stood. “I need to go.”
He sat up and watched her get dressed. “Why?”
She grabbed her panties and bra. “Why what?”
“Why do you have to go?”
“Because I have my own place.”
“I know that. But why can’t you sleep here with me?”
She stepped into her panties. “In the dungeon?”
“Ha-ha. Seriously.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m thinking we should maybe keep things light and easy.”
He stood, and she found it utterly, deliciously disconcerting that he seemed content to stand there naked. “So, you just want to get together and fuck on occasion, and then go our separate ways.”
She fastened her bra and lifted her gaze to his. “Something like that. It’s less complicated that way.”
He came toward her and pulled her into his arms. “You could hire a prostitute to fuck you. Or find any number of willing guys.”
She laughed. “Contrary to what you might think, there aren’t a bunch of men lined up waiting to fuck me.”
His lips curled in a smug smile. “So . . . just me?”
“Just you.”
“Stay with me. Sleep with me.”
She shuddered as his hand moved over her back, his fingertips rested just above her butt. “I can’t.”
“You won’t. You’re afraid.”
She arched a brow. “I’m not afraid, Gavin. I’ve slept with you before.”
“And then you ran out on me. You’re afraid to get close to me.”