“I’ll give you an hour to stop that.”
He didn’t speak, just conducted a very sensual assault over her shoulders with his hands, massaging the tension away from her shoulder blades, the middle of her back, her lower back, and lingering at her butt—which made her giggle. He compressed the spots that needed it and used whisper-light touches on the places that weren’t so tense. He followed his fingers with the barest touch of his lips as he mapped a trail from her back to her butt to her thighs to her calves, then lifted her feet and kneaded the arches.
She moaned as he massaged her feet, a weak spot since she spent all her time in heels.
“God, that feels good. Please don’t stop.”
He pressed his thumb on the arch of her foot, and he surprised her when his tongue wrapped around her toe. She gasped, the dual sensation of comfort and sensuality shooting right to her *. Wet, hot flames of arousal licked at her, made her lift her butt in the air and slide her hand between her legs to massage the ache in her clit.
“Stop,” he said. “I’ll get there in a minute.”
She laughed. “I can’t wait. I want to come.”
“You don’t have much patience, do you?” he asked, then slid her big toe in his mouth and sucked it.
Oh, damn. She lost all track of what she was about to do with her fingers, mesmerized by his talented tongue and mouth. And when he slid his tongue across the bottom of her foot, she jerked her foot away.
“That tickles.”
“We can’t have that.” He licked his way over her ankle, up her calf, and lifted her leg, then laid it down on the bed, kissing the back of one knee, then the other, parting her legs to crawl between them. He pressed his lips to the backs of her thighs and where her butt cheeks met her legs, then massaged her buttocks.
She moaned again when he started rubbing her lower back, especially the one spot that . . .
“Ohhh . . .”
“Really.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s because you insist on wearing those four-inch heels. Bad for your back.”
“Yes, Doctor. Whatever you say, Doctor. Just keep rubbing there.”
“You sure you want me to rub here? Or maybe here instead.”
He let his fingers drift lower over her ass again, then between her legs to tease her *.
“Well, that’s nice, too. Rub there instead.”
He did, using three fingers to part her * lips and spread her juices over her clit. She followed his hand by lifting her butt and rubbing against him like a cat craving attention.
Hell, she might even be purring. She knew she made some kind of noises but had no idea what they were. She was lost in sensation, her mind focused only on his touch and the feel of his body as he moved over her and slipped his cock inside her, then reached under her to continue to sweep his fingers over her clit.
He swelled inside her, thickening, stretching her, taking her to the limit and back again. She fisted the sheets and buried her head in the covers, shutting out everything but his breathing as he whispered dark words in her ear. She turned her face to the side, catching only a glimpse of his tightened features as her lips met his in a fevered kiss when he thrust deeply inside her.
Pressed to the mattress, she was powerless, giving up total control to him as he whipped her into a fevered state. Tension turned her muscles to steel as she fought the explosion that hovered so close. She wanted to prolong this ecstasy, where every stroke of his cock was bliss and every whispered word he uttered was sweet heaven.
“Let go, Elizabeth. Let me feel you come.”
She shook her head, holding on for just a few seconds longer as he wound her tighter into a ball of the sweetest pleasure imaginable.
But when he bit down on the nape of her neck, she was awash in heat that she couldn’t survive, and she climaxed, crying out and meeting his lips as he ground against her, his balls slapping against her clit. He groaned and spilled inside her. He was glued to her, shuddering against her, and she wanted this to go on forever, just the two of them connected like this.
Gavin dropped down on top of her and rolled to the side, bringing her with him, stroking her breasts as she came down off the high.
She always gave so much to him in sex, so much of herself. She laid herself open and gave him everything, held nothing back. She had never been like that with other men.
She had never loved other men.
She wondered if he realized how much she gave him, or if he thought she was simply like every other woman he’d been with.
She’d never ask. She didn’t want to know. There was only right now between them. She’d never tell him how she felt. He had too much power as it was.
And every day that passed he gathered more.
She sighed and snuggled against him. He stroked her hair in the darkness, and she allowed a single tear to slip down her cheeks.
Little by little she was losing herself in Gavin.
She was never going to win this game.
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