4. Millie #3
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. On instinct, I palm him and work my hand up and down the length, imagining the way he’ll feel inside me.
He’s huge, and suddenly, I’m worried it won’t fit.
My fears are pushed aside when he asks, “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” The single word is all I can manage. Thank god too, because my thoughts are nothing but rambling nonsense. Certainly not sexy.
If he’d asked anything else, I may have stumbled through an incoherent sentence or two, but the birth control thing was easy. I’ve been on it for years to help with my horrible cramps.
“Fuck, Peaches, I’m losing my mind. You’re squeezing my fingers so perfectly. I can’t wait to get inside you. Tell me you’ll let me have you. Tell me you’re mine tonight.”
“Yours, Gavin, I’m all yours,” I promise.
I’ve never been anyone else’s. Will he know? Should I tell him? Before I can consider, he sucks my nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue over it, and all my thoughts blur.
“I’m going to make you come one more time on my tongue,” he says, still worshipping my breasts.
“You’ve already made me come once,” I breathe, dropping my head back and tugging at his hair. “I should take care of you.”
Gavin nips at my nipple, pulling a squeal from me. “Letting me eat you out is taking care of me, Peaches. You’re feeding me my goddamn favorite snack. Now please, can I eat?”
I smile through the haze of bliss surrounding me. “Who am I to argue with that logic?”
The chuckle that works its way out of him is dark. “You aren’t. I’m older and therefore much wiser. You should listen to me.”
So damn giddy, I giggle. “I wasn’t going to point out how old you are.”
“Brat,” he teases as he picks me up. His mouth is on me the whole way to his bed, kissing and nipping at my shoulder. He only stops when he tosses me onto the mattress. “But a beautiful brat. Such a beautiful brat.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I breathe, relishing the soft bedding and the heat of his attention on me. “That’s what you tell all the girls.”
Gavin cages me in, a hand planted on the bed on either side of my head. “I really don’t. And it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted anything the way I want you right now.”
God, this man.
With deft fingers, he slides my panties off.
Then he presses soft kisses up my thighs and settles my legs on his shoulders.
The feel of his skin beneath mine is surreal.
His warmth seeps into me, and the heat is only compounded when his tongue hits me.
The world goes even more hazy. When he flattens his tongue against my sex and then licks, I’m already dangerously close to the edge. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”
His chuckle is a brush of air against me, making my whole body clench. “You’re so damn tight. You might break my dick.” With a groan, he slides two fingers inside me, stretching me.
“I—” I pant, unease suddenly battling with rapture. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, Peaches.” He curls his fingers inside me. “I’d gladly suffer for you. Break me, torture me with this perfect pussy, just promise you’ll kiss it better.”
My responding laugh quickly transforms into a moan.
I’m not sure what he does with those fingers and that tongue, but only seconds later, a wave crashes over me, rumbling through my body, dragging me under, leaving me breathless and wet and oh so desperate for him. “Please, Gav.”
He drags himself up, peppering kisses along my hips, my abdomen, between my breasts, until his lips meet mine. I wrap my arm around his neck and my legs around his hips, pulling him closer and rubbing against his hard cock.
“Shit.” The sensation makes my eyes roll back in my head. Why does everything this man does feel good?
He grinds down and lets out a low moan that sends tingles down my spine. It’s deep and so fucking sexy. “Peaches, you keep doing that, and I’m going to come all over your stomach.”
I roll my hips, relishing the zap of electricity that shoots through me, working myself over more fervently. This time, the head of his cock edges close to my entrance, dipping inside before he rubs it against my clit.
“Yes, that feels so good,” I murmur, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
“I should get a condom.”
“Yes,” I say, even as I rub against him again and practically ignite when he sinks in just a little farther than before. My body is desperate for him, sucking him in, begging to be filled.
“Just a second.” He kisses me, slow and deep, and this time, he lifts up a little farther, and now his cock aligns perfectly at my entrance as he grinds down.
“Yeah, let’s just—” My words are cut off when he flexes his hips and slips inside again. Just the head of his cock breaches my entrance, but with another slight move, he sinks deeper. This time, the pain hits, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Breathe, baby. I got you.” His words are a soft caress, and then his lips coax gentle kisses from me, relaxing me further. “I want to take this slow,” he adds. “It’s been forever for me, and I want to last.”
He pulls back and holds my gaze, his brown irises infinite pools of desire and comfort as he presses in farther.
He’s only saying that because he knows that it hurts. Despite his words, I see the care and concern etched into the lines on his face. If I had to bet, he knows precisely what I’m giving him right now, and he’s taking it with a graciousness I never knew existed.
“Okay, I’m good,” I say through another breath.
“Baby.” Gavin dips in and pecks my lips. “I’m not even halfway. But we can stop if you want.”
When he lifts up again, I dip my chin to get a good look at us. Holy shit, there’s at least another four inches just hanging out there.
Deep breaths. I want this. I need this.
“Please don’t stop.”
With a hum, he licks at the seam of my lips, and when I open, he sweeps his tongue along mine while at the same time sinking deeper inside me, one inch, then another. With every heartbeat, I settle a bit more into the feeling.
“Okay, we’re there,” he says gently, holding himself above me, his face cast in shadow.
“God, I feel so full,” I admit.
“Is it okay? Are you in pain?” He goes rigid with concern, his arms locked on either side of my head.
I dig my fingers into his tense shoulders and pull him closer.
“I’m okay now. Can you—um—” I fumble for words.
I actually don’t know what to do now. He’s inside me.
Do I lift my hips? Can he move? Is it really possible I could break his dick if I’m not careful?
The ridiculous thoughts swirling in my head make it impossible for me to focus.
“I’m going to move now. You’re squeezing me so tight I might actually be a one-minute man,” he says, lightening the mood.
“Okay.” I exhale a shaky breath. “Just do what you do.”
Gavin nuzzles his face into my hair and laughs. The vibrations work their way through me, making me needier, despite the humor of the moment.
Is it weird that we’re laughing while he’s buried inside me? It doesn’t feel weird. I like his smile. I like having him this close to me. And I really like the way he feels when he slides out and then back in again.
“Oh, that feels good,” I tell him.
“Good. Keep telling me how it feels, baby. I want to make this good for you.”
With every thrust, my body relaxes, the initial pinch of pain a distant memory. Now the stretch of him is a sensation so all-consuming I can’t help but rub against him, searching for more friction.
“So good,” I pant.
“I want to see your tits bounce while you ride me,” he says, his thrusts punishing and his rhythm steady. “Can we do that?”
He’s the expert, and I’m eager to follow his lead. “Yes, okay, sure.”
Without hesitation, he slides one arm under my back and flips me with ease. Straddling him like this, I’m even more full than I was before. After he gives me a moment to adjust, he works me over him, moving his hips in a way that hits the most perfect spot deep inside me.
Gavin leans up and sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I see fucking stars.
“Holy shit. Yes,” I say as I grind against him.
He drops back to the mattress and then rubs my clit in time with his movements. That’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge. This time as I come, I spasm around him, and he’s the one crying out.
“Oh fuck, Peaches. Where do you want my cum?”
“Inside me,” I pant, head thrown back. I want to feel everything. I want to know precisely what it feels like to have this man completely spent and losing control.
Maybe it’s my words or maybe it’s the way my orgasm squeezes him, because instantly, he’s groaning and going stiff as he shoots inside me.
When his cock twitches, he drags an aftershock of another orgasm from me, sending sparks dancing along my nerve endings.
I fall against his chest, our heavy breaths matching, our hearts beating wildly against one another.
“That was incredible,” I whisper.
For a long moment, Gavin is silent, just holding me tightly. Once our breathing has evened out and our hearts tap out steady rhythms, he presses a kiss against my forehead. “Be right back.” He eases me to the bed beside him, then heads for the bathroom.
For the first time tonight, I feel awkward, and I don’t know what to do.
When I hear water running, my heart sinks. Okay, I guess that’s it. He’s going to take a shower, and I should probably go.
Embarrassment swells and settles in my chest. Why do I want to cry? What is wrong with me? I grab a tissue from the nightstand and use it to clean myself up as best as I can. Then I toss it in the trash, ignoring the blood.
I’m grabbing my dress from the floor, ready to throw it on quickly and get out, when the door to the bathroom opens.
“Where are you going?”
“Um, I—” My heart seizes as I search the bed for my panties.
Where are my panties?
“I ran a bath for you,” he says, taking a step into the room.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. I get how this works.” Keeping my head down, I continue my search. “We had sex. It was amazing. Thank you. I’ll get out of your hair now.”