Chapter Four Gavin #2
I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the door.
I unlocked it before I walked her into the en suite, where I set her on the bench inside the shower so I could turn on each of the showerheads.
There were many—several overhead, some on the sides, one that even shot up from the floor.
When they all reached the temperature I wanted, I led her toward the middle of the large walk-in.
Once we were both wet, I squirted some soap into my hand, and I rubbed it across my chest and down my abs.
“I envisioned this all wrong.” She gathered some of the bubbles from my pecs, so when she surrounded my cock, it felt like a cloud of warmth and pressure.
A combination that made me hiss. “All I pictured was muscle. I had no idea what this”—she pumped me—“was going to look like. If I’d known, damn . . .”
I knew what hung between my legs was impressive as hell. I didn’t need to be told.
But I was tempted to hear it in her voice.
“And?” I challenged.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but Gavin, I’m in love.”
I laughed, pulling her closer, burying my face in her neck. “It’s all yours tonight.”
“Even in here? You unlocked the door. I wasn’t sure how that was going to work . . .”
I added more soap to my palm, and while I kissed across her collarbone, I massaged her back, gradually moving to her ass, gripping it with both hands. The way her cheeks dipped, the way they rounded out—this part of her alone could own me.
My dick arched forward and pressed against her stomach.
I just wanted a taste.
But it wasn’t time for that yet.
I slid around her hips and went to her tits, grazing my thumbs across her nipples, earning myself several moans before I lowered to her pussy. I clasped the back of her neck, tilting her face up at me, my lips hovering over hers, while I rubbed her clit.
“Gavin”—she drew in air, a noise that sounded like a gasp—“ah!”
“You wanted a shower to see me covered in soap. Which you got. But now it’s my turn to get what I want.”
Each pant ended in a small moan. “Which is?”
I gave her a hard, sharp kiss, and when I finally tore my mouth away, I got on my knees, spreading her legs to get her in a position where my mouth could fit. “Licking your cunt.”
She gawked at me.
“You’ve got to keep an eye on the entrance of the bathroom. If you see Ben, you have to stop me.”
“But the walls of the shower are already steaming up. It’s going to be hard to see him if he walks in or . . . to concentrate on anything while you’re down there.”
“Then you better come. Fast.”
Once the last word left my mouth, I focused solely on her pussy.
For the first few moments, I rubbed my nose over her flesh, inhaling her warm, incredible scent, getting familiar and intimate with this part of her body.
Something I could do all fucking night long.
But given that time could possibly be against me, I dragged my tongue to her clit and flicked it from bottom to top.
“You feel . . . so good.”
After every swipe, I could feel her moans. Not just in my ears—they were vibrating through her and landing on my tongue. Each one was getting louder.
“Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
She was diving into my hair, squeezing my strands into her palms.
She probably thought that was the only way to keep me here.
But I wasn’t leaving, and I would never stop.
Because I dreamed about licking a pussy as beautiful as this one.
Because I loved this as much as she did.
And because I could already sense she was getting close. Her clit was hardening, the wetness surrounding my finger was getting thicker—an addition I sensed she liked, given that the deeper my finger went, the more she welcomed it in.
“Gavin, oh my God!”
Up to my farthest knuckle, I arched my hand, aiming for her G-spot, and I upped the speed on both—the way I lapped her with my tongue and the way I finger-fucked her.
And what that earned me was her first orgasm.
“Yes!” Her whole body tightened. “Agh!”
A quick glance toward her stomach showed it was shuddering, matching the sounds she semi-shouted, and by the way she was twisting my locks, that only confirmed what I already suspected.
Fuck, she tasted good.
I stayed on my knees until I was positive I’d licked out every quiver, and on my way up her body, I lifted her into my arms and held her against me, turning off the water before I carried her back into my bedroom.
“I’m sorry I doubted your abilities. Or questioned them. Or challenged them.” Hair was clinging to her cheeks, and she pushed it away. “I don’t know what I did . . . I can’t even think straight.”
I chuckled. “We’re only getting started. You still need to get off a few more times.” I locked the bedroom door and set her on the end of my bed.
“I’m soaked.” She pushed herself up as though she was trying not to get the comforter wet. “We both are.”
“I don’t care. Don’t move.”
I went into my closet and grabbed a condom out of my wallet, and with my teeth, I tore off the corner of the foil as I returned to her.
But Emily had moved.
She was no longer on the end. She was kneeling in the center, hands holding her tits, thumbs on her nipples.
“Fuck . . .” I halted at my nightstand, watching her as I rolled the latex over me. “You are such a sight.”
“Get over here.”
As soon as the condom was locked in place, I crawled onto the bed, and she was on me immediately, encouraging me onto my back and straddling my waist. “Someone wants my dick.”
And I wanted to give it to her, but it was even hotter that she was taking it. This was a sport to her, too, and damn it, she was in full competition mode.
“In ways you can’t even imagine.” She sat up, placing my tip in just the right spot, and she slowly sank down, moaning louder as she took in each inch.
“Emily—fuck!” I banged the back of my head against the mattress, blown away by how good she felt. But she wasn’t taking it easy, letting herself get used to me—she was going straight at it, her tightness hugging me, her wetness sliding me right in.
Within a few strokes, she was already switching up her movements, gliding up and down my shaft, and after several plunges, she kept me fully snug inside and rocked back and forth.
“Ah hell,” I groaned, my thumb now on her clit. “You’re riding me like you want me to come.”
“Isn’t that what we both want?”
I sat up and gripped the back of her neck, forcing her lips to mine, wedging my thumb in a bit more to massage her harder. “But I have a goal to meet.”
“Who says you can’t? There’s no reason I need to sleep tonight. Do you?”
I smiled. “You’ll be sore.”
“Gavin, I want to be sore.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “If I can’t walk tomorrow, then tonight was the best night of my life.” She bucked against me, her pussy closing in. “I’ve gotten everything I wanted this evening. Now, more than anything, I want to see you come.”
She didn’t pause. She didn’t slow either. If anything, she was going faster, deeper.
I bit my lip as my balls contracted. “Why do you want it so soon?”
She spread her hands over my face. “In my opinion, there’s nothing sexier. You covered in soap is a close second—and believe me, that was epic—but riding you and seeing you come, I’m positive nothing will ever beat that.”
“Then fuck me.”
Holy shit, she did.
She held nothing back, grinding like she had only one purpose, and since I kept my thumb between her legs, I knew we were reaching the same place at the same time.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She leaned up even higher, balancing on her feet, using her thighs to drive her. “Mmm. I think I do.”
I gripped her hips, nuzzling my face to hers. “Kiss me. I want to know what you taste like when you come.”
“I think you already know what that tastes like.”
She was smooth.
“On those lips, yes. Now I want these.”
The moment our mouths collided, I let go of the little control I still had left, and with each sway of her hips, she worked the orgasm through me. The only reason I let it peak was because it was also happening in her.
I could hear it.
Feel it.
Hell, I could fucking taste it.
And when that familiar moaning sound erupted from her throat, I fully fucking lost it. I pulled my face back, thrusting upward at the same time I growled, “Emily!”
Her breath heaved, her chest inflated, and her hands bore down on my face. “Yes! Gavin, yes!” I was shocked she still had speed and power left, but both increased, even more so as I reared up, drew back, and met her in the middle. “Just like that, do not stop!”
“Fuuuck.” My head fell back, overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body. She was taking me all in—my cock, the cum-filled condom, the way I looked when I became completely vulnerable.
What continued to send me over that edge was the feel of her milking my dick, the softness of her body against mine, and the sound of her in my ears.
“I can’t even,” she cried.
I looked up, catching her eyes as the final drip left my tip. “Neither can I.”
Her shudders eventually stopped, so did her movements, and she hugged her arms around me, panting in my neck. She didn’t give me her face until I pulled my thumb off her clit.
But when she did, I wasn’t prepared for how beautiful she was.
“Emily . . .” My voice was soft and whispery.
“In case you’re wondering, you also look like a god when you’re coming.”
I chuckled.
“I’m not kidding, Gavin. That was hotter than hot.”
I needed a second—to collect it all, to get my body and thoughts straight. “Sounds like you want to see it again . . .”
She nodded. “Again and again and again.”