“Breathe, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise to take it slow.”
The hunger inside me grows, building with each slide of his skin against mine, his bare chest teasing my nipples until they’re hard against him. I don’t know if I want him to take it slow. I’m about to tell him he can take me however he wants to, plunge inside and pound out all of his pent-up emotions all night long if need be, when he presses inside and the sensation whips every coherent thought from my mind.
My fingers clutch his shoulders tight enough to tear his skin, but he only groans in a way that sounds like he’s enjoying it.
There’s a pinch and more pressure as he ventures deeper inside and then I’m pierced by his fullness. My walls begin to tense around him, gripping and releasing him as I throb in an attempt to accept the intrusion.
“Oh. Oh God. Gavin. You’re so . . . it’s so . . .”
“It’s so what, baby?” His voice is low and gravelly, successfully heating my already burning blood to a dangerous temperature inside my veins.
“Full. You fill me so perfectly.”
He groans and his hips grind against mine. “Easy, sweetness. Too much talk like that and this will be over a lot sooner than I’d like.”
I spread my legs a little wider, my muscles finally accepting the invasion and easing slightly as he begins to move inside me. “I can’t wait. God, Gavin. I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”
“Please. Fuck. Please stop talking.” The raw vulnerability only makes me want to talk more.
“I wanted this for so long. Wanted you. It’s even better than I imagined.” I moan loudly when he buries himself as deep as my body will allow, then again when he presses even further, passing a barrier I didn’t expect him to. “You feel so good, Gavin. So big and thick inside me. So deep.”
His hands fly to my wrists and pin them on either side of my head. His scorching glare sears my eyes as he hisses out a command. “Stop. Fucking. Talking.”
“Or what?” I meet his sweltering stare with torrid desire of my own flashing in my eyes.
“Or I will cover your mouth with my hand and fuck you a hell of a lot harder than you’re ready for.”
Yes, please.
My walls pulsate furiously around him and my mouth curves into a smile. “Fuck me harder, Gavin. I can take it harder. I want it.”
His hips pound savagely against me, slamming him inside even deeper and I cry out for mercy.
“See, baby? See what happens when you don’t do what I say?” He leans down and kisses me roughly, ravaging my mouth and leaving his moisture on my still-searching lips. “Now be a good girl or I will spank your pretty little perfect ass.”
“A spanking sounds like a surprisingly good idea.” I clench down and constrict my walls around him as if I’m trying to push him out, even though that’s the last thing I want.
“Christ, baby. Okay, ease up. You’re so tight I can’t fucking breathe.”
His words flare a competitive streak I only have when it comes to him. I want to be the best. I have to be the best. I want to be the one he can’t forget, can’t get enough of. Won’t walk away from.
I squeeze even tighter, then I rise up and lick a path up his chest and neck. He returns the favor by leaning down and teasing my nipples with his tongue.
“I want to touch you,” I breathe out, jerking my hands that are still trapped in his viselike grip above my head.
“Say please.”
“Please,” I cry out on a ragged breath when he pulls himself nearly all the way out of my body.
He releases my wrists, allowing me to wrap my arms around his back and neck. My legs wrap instinctively around him, driving him deeper inside where he belongs.
It’s building again, that delicious pressure that means I’m close. The tension coils in my lower stomach and strokes all the way down to where he’s sliding against my core.