Chapter 22
I can’t keep up.Can’t catch my breath. So much is happening at once. His hands, his lips, his words.
“You taste so fucking good, Olivia,” he says, sucking on the skin along my hip. “Can I?”
He looks up at me before his eyes shoot down to where my thong used to be. And for a second, I hold my breath. He wants to go down on me? This isn’t something Ian and I really did together, another thing he said guys don’t actually like.
I can feel my body shaking again, not in the good way. “You don’t have to?—”
“Olivia, quiero probar cada centímetro de tu cuerpo.”He lifts his head and crawls further up the bed, just until he can rest his cheek against my chest. He never stops kissing me. “No tienes idea de cuanto tiempo he estado esperando este momento.”
“Is that…Spanish?” At first, when he spoke, I thought my brain was just foggy from this lust-filled room, but those definitely weren’t words I know.
He reaches up to claim my mouth in another tender kiss. “I thought it might help you relax. I could try French, but it’s pretty rusty.”
For a moment I’m frozen in disbelief. Gavin really does get me. In a way that maybe no one else ever has.
I throw my arms around him and pull him in closer. He’s so sweet I feel like I might cry. Instead, I pour every emotion I’m feeling into the press of my lips, the drift of my tongue, the way my nails scrape through his hair.
“Eres hermosa, tan perfecta.”
I don’t know what he’s saying but he’s right, it does relax me. It’s easy to follow the emotion of his words without knowing their translation. How does Gavin Scott know what I like, what I need, even more than I know myself?
His kisses turn molten as he smoothly slips back down my body, each one hotter than the last. “Te sientes como el Cielo, Olivia.”
I get turned on a little more each time he says my name. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Everything he does makes me feel like I’m going to explode.
By the time his mouth is between my legs, I’ve lost all control of my head. Every thought is consumed by where he’s touching me or licking me or biting me. The way he keeps dragging his teeth against my skin is making me wild.
He makes slow circles with his tongue exactly where I need it, his hands massaging my thighs. I close my eyes, giving in to every sensation, my usual worries a million miles away. Tension rises through all my muscles, and I can sense my body twist and writhe, chasing some sort of release.
“I feel like—” My words get stuck in a breathy moan. Like I might combust at any second.
When I start to squirm, he grabs my hips, holding me in place, and sucks my delicate skin into his mouth. One of his hands coasts around my thigh and he slides a finger inside me.
“Oh, god. Gavin,” I pant his name, along with a few more expletives that are barely audible.
He lifts his head. “No. Say Scottie when you come.”
And I do.
The orgasm rips through me until every one of my senses are shot. For a moment, it feels like time stands still, like hot is cold and up is down and gravity is just a myth. My lungs forget how to breathe. My heart forgets how to beat. The only thing I can feel are tiny fireworks igniting beneath every inch of my skin.
Little stars are still clouding my vision when Gavin climbs back up the bed.
“Good?” he asks.
“Good?” I laugh. “That was…wow.”
He doesn’t respond, just starts kissing me again. I’m starting to realize I’m obsessed with Gavin’s mouth. He kisses me like he never wants to stop.
“Scottie,” I say, pausing the brush of our lips. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Can we?” I finish the thought by reaching for his zipper. I can’t believe his pants are still on.
He bites his lip, like he’s hesitant to go further. But I’m not. I’ve never wanted sex more than I do at this very moment.
“I umm…I don’t have a condom. I really didn’t think this was going to happen.” He grins, a shy little quirk of his mouth.
“Didn’t you see the intimacy kit in the bathroom?” I ask.
“No...they have condoms?”
“Yep!” I jump out of bed and realize my heels are still on. I either look ridiculous or like a porn star, but my post-orgasm glow has me feeling way too good to care. I even swish my hips a little as I walk away from the bed and I hear him grunt out a few curses, making me grin.
I find the kit in the bathroom, full of condoms and small tubes of lube and I grab a foil packet before running back to the bed.
Overly confident, and way too eager, I pull Gavin’s pants off before climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. And maybe it’s the heels, or just how he affects me, but I’m feeling so hot that I rip open the condom with my teeth.
He’s staring up at me with an open mouth like I’m his favorite dessert just out of reach. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life, until I realize, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You’ve never put one on before?” he asks.
I shake my head but keep it held high, still feeling too good to be ashamed by my lack of experience.
He bites his lip and reaches up to kiss me gently. “I’ll show you.”
And I like this even better. The way he is so patient with me is one of my favorite things about him. Gavin Scott, sex teacher, is almost too much. He doesn’t just guide me to put it on; he shows me exactly how he likes to be touched.
“Do you see how hard you make me?” He grips my hand and glides it along his shaft. “Only you, Olivia.”
He reaches up for my shoulders like he’s ready to flip us, but I ask if I can be on top.
“I want to try it with you.” I’ve never enjoyed it before, but something tells me it could be different with him. Everything feels different with Gavin.
“You want to ride me, Sparkles?”
I bite my lip and grin at him. I really, really do.
In lightning speed, he repositions us and enters me slowly. I sink down, taking him deeper and deeper until I’m fully seated. I exhale, letting myself adjust to the feel of him inside me. Once I start to roll my hips, he groans and grabs my ass, helping me find the right rhythm.
His breathing quickens and his cheeks flush. I love being the one affecting him like this, but the position still isn’t working for me.
“Lean back,” he orders, stilling my hips.
“What?”
“I know what it looks like when you’re enjoying yourself. Let me make it good for you.” He pushes up to balance on his forearms. “Lean back. Hold on to my legs.”
I follow his instructions and tilt at the waist until I feel an entirely new sensation in my core. This angle feels incredible, and I start to rock my hips again out of sheer need.
“Just like that, Sparkles. Don’t stop until you come.”
One of his hands still rests on my hip, guiding each movement and thrust, but the other floats between us and finds my center.
He circles and circles my sensitive skin, before adding even more pressure with his thumb. And then he pinches me.
I whimper and throw my head back, feeling that perfect pressure start to build in me again. Every muscle in my core tightens. Even my legs are begging me to let them squeeze shut. I flex anything I can, searching for some kind of relief.
“Fuck, Olivia. Do that again.” Gavin’s eyes are locked on me, more piercing than usual. I clench my muscles and watch his head roll back.
The hand on my hip slides to my back and he runs his nails down my spine. The touch is so featherlight, almost ticklish, but it makes my back bow and hips push forward even more.
He pinches me again, sending every one of my nerves into overdrive.
I ride each wave higher and higher until I shatter completely.
Some people see stars when they have a mind-bending orgasm. All I see is Gavin Scott. And he looks good.
He watches me ride it out like I’m performing a magic trick. And once my body stops shaking with pleasure, he flips us in one swift movement. His mouth comes down, kissing me hard. And he doesn’t stop when he thrusts inside me, again and again until he falls apart.
Gavin groans through his orgasm, but never takes his lips off mine. He doesn’t even move them when he starts talking.
“Olivia Diamond,” he breathes. Our noses brush against each other. “You are exceptionally good at that. Five stars. Eleven out of ten.” He pants hard on the last few words. “Let’s never leave this bed.”
I laugh as he rolls off of me and throws an arm across my chest.
We lay together, completely boneless for a long moment, listening to nothing but our racing hearts and the ocean breeze. I finally get up to slip off my heels, glad they’ve officially been put to good use, and get right back into bed.
“I really need a shower,” he says softly against my side. “But I don’t like the idea of not being able to kiss you.”
I laugh and turn to face him. “Sounds like a real prisoner’s dilemma.”
“Join me?” he asks.
I try and decide how much it would kill the mood to say I don’t want to wash my hair again. It really takes forever to dry.
“How about a bath?” I offer. “I’ve been eyeing that tub since we got here yesterday.”
He slowly starts to nod, and then he’s kissing me again, and suddenly he hops out of bed and glides into the bathroom. I hear the water running a second later.