“Please,” she murmured. Her back arched, and her knuckles were white with strain.
He swept his arms under her legs and lifted her *, then drove his tongue inside her, fucking her with long strokes, using every part of his face to rub against her. When he felt her shaking, when he knew she was close, he swept his tongue across her * lips and up to her clit, then covered it with his lips and sucked, sending her over the edge.
She came with a wild cry, bucking against his face and tearing at the sheets. He loved watching her come apart, her sweet flavor filling his mouth, and knowing he could give her this release. And when she finally settled, he crawled up her body, peppering it with light kisses, giving her time to catch her breath.
He leaned over her, and she took a big breath, sighed, then grinned up at him.
“That might have been worth waiting a week for.”
He arched a brow. “We’re not done.”
GOOD GOD. WHAT A WELCOME-HOME PRESENT. ELIZABETH was certain she’d just had the best orgasm of her life.
Then again, every orgasm Gavin gave her always seemed like the very best she’d ever had.
He was the best she’d ever had. No surprise there. Maybe being in love with someone upped the climax factor. She’d always heard sex was better with someone you loved. She’d just never believed it.
Now she did.
One orgasm down, and his hair brushed her belly. She slid her hands in the lush softness of it. She loved his hair, could never tire of running her fingers through it.
He bent over her and licked her breasts around the lacy cups of her bra.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she murmured.
And when he surged forward and took the strap of her bra between his teeth and dragged it over her shoulder, she felt herself melting, desire screaming to life.
If that wasn’t the sexiest damn thing, especially when he grabbed the other bra strap and did the same thing, then reached underneath her, popped the clasp like a champion, and pulled the bra from her body—again with his teeth.
Yowza.
He moved to her neck and kissed her there, then dragged his tongue across her throat, down her collarbone, and to her breasts. He licked her nipples, sucked them, took her breasts in his hands and used his fingers, his thumbs, his mouth on them until every nerve ending in her body screamed to the heavens.
Dear God, she had goose bumps.
She felt . . . worshipped.
He left her only long enough to strip off his clothes, then came back to the bed and sat. He dragged her to a sitting position on his lap, his cock hard as he pulled her on top of him. She wound her legs around him, and his cock naturally fit right where her * was—how convenient was that?
“Slide on me. Fuck me,” he said, his voice raspy and hoarse, as if he’d been holding back and just couldn’t anymore.
She liked that, didn’t want to be the only one on the brink.
She put her hands on his shoulders and slid onto his cock, watching it disappear inside her inch by inch.
It was always at this moment that she stilled. That moment when he was all the way inside her, thickening, pulsing, right before he started to move within her. Every nerve ending was completely in tune with his, and she could come right now. But she calmed her body, forced it to wait for the big moment, because it was going to be even better if she just had the patience to wait it out.
And then he began to move, and so did she. He moved backward and she slid forward, a seesaw of thrust and slide. His hand was on her ass and she held on to his shoulders as they fucked in tandem, a perfect rhythm. She watched where they were connected, leaning back far enough to see his cock slide in and out of her. A voyeur’s view of fucking—of them fucking, which only ratcheted up the sensations.
And when she lifted her gaze to his, saw the lines of tension on his face, the focus and the hunger that matched hers, she dug her nails into his shoulders and rocked forward with a furious thrust, slamming her body onto his cock. His gaze narrowed, and he pushed back against her, driving into her deeply, giving back what she’d given him. She gasped, leaned back, and he powered into her again, harder this time.
She dug her heels into his buttocks, then reached down and rubbed her clit.
“Fuck,” he said, watching as she got herself off.
She felt the tightening, the pulses that thundered through every nerve ending, and knew she was going to come.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, come on me.”
“Oh, Gavin,” she whimpered, then fell, her orgasm squeezing his cock with waves of pleasure that catapulted her into waves of ecstasy. He took her mouth as he drove deep inside her, and she savored the moment of her climax with his lips on hers and the depth of emotion that carried her to a place she’d never been before, to a wholeness she’d never felt with any other man.
After, he held her, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in each other as if neither one of them wanted to let go.