Chapter 7 Gavin
Gavin
She’s staring down at my bulge like she can’t decide if it’s a problem or not.
“Should we stop?” Grating the word out, I force myself to. Even if it means going to my bathroom and fucking my hand to release this pent-up arousal, I’ll do it. The only difference between my usual release and now is that I’ll know what I’m missing out on.
Having felt her wet heat suck in my fingers, it’ll be impossible to recreate even with my imagination.
She shakes her head, the answer coming instantly. “You just look… big. Every part of you is like that, if you haven’t noticed.” Blowing out a laugh, she pushes her hair back. “Everything about this is different than what I’m used to.”
I pause, my chest stilling. “A good different?”
Not that I enjoy being compared by other men, but I don’t want to be worse.
Her smile is reassuring. “Very good, actually. But, don’t let that go to your head.”
I’m already moving off the bed so I can ditch the last thing getting in my way to make this woman mine. “Too late for that. Means I need to set the bar where it should’ve been to begin with. Nice and high, so no one else will ever be able to compare.”
While I’m kicking off my jeans, she’s moving on the bed. Crawling toward me is an unfair distraction, even more when she reaches out to touch my cock once I’ve got those down to my ankles. She bites her lip, dripping sex appeal as she gets her fingers wrapped around me.
“Won’t need a bar to begin with if you keep your word, right?”
One little stroke, and my slit is leaking. “You want me to keep you up here?”
Her eyes drop, and that flush spreads to her ears. “I may like the sound of it. Of you, you know, keeping me to yourself.”
Now that’s a dangerous concept. Her wanting me to be greedy.
The air leaves my lungs in a slow exhale.
Her hand is warm, her grip tentative but sure.
She’s staring, really staring, at my cock like it’s a fascination, like she’s mapping the shape of it against her palm.
The sight of her like this—kneeling on the edge of the bed, her hair a chocolate colored waterfall over one shoulder, her focus entirely on me—is a punch to the gut. A good one. The best kind.
It’s a miracle I don’t spill everything with a few strokes.
“If you want that,” I say, my voice rough as gravel, “then I won’t disappoint.”
But I need her eyes on me. Not just on the part of me she’s holding. I cup her chin, my thumb stroking the incredible softness of her cheek, and tilt her head up. Her gaze lifts, meets mine, and the heat in her brown eyes is almost my undoing.
I swoop down, capturing her mouth in a kiss as a way to make her feel even a hint of the feelings I’m experiencing while having her like this.
She melts into it, a soft sound humming in her throat, her hand falling away from me to brace against my chest.
I guide her back down onto her back, following her. Settling against her, trapping her with my body, there’s no denying how perfect she fits beneath me.
The mattress dips beneath our combined weight. I break the kiss to trail my lips along her jaw, down the column of her throat, before pulling back to get my favorite view of her. “Gonna get between these thighs,” I murmur as I steady my breathing, “and I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave.”
Her breath hitches at the promise in my voice. I hook my hand under one of her knees, hiking her leg up until her ankle rests on my shoulder. The position opens her up to me, and from the lift of her brows, I’m willing to bet she’s never tried something like this before.
Wanting to give her the best, I’m willing to try anything she wants, even if it means working out the kinks. From the small smile on her lips, something tells me she’ll like this position.
I slide my cock through her folds, already slick for me, gathering her wetness. Every time I nudge her clit, I feel her sex clench, impatiently waiting for me to enter her. “You like this, Daphne?”
She nods, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Her hands fist in the blankets on either side of her head, knuckles white as she prepares herself for what’s to come.
Unable to wait much longer, I push inside.
It’s a slow, tight squeeze that makes breathing difficult. Not even completely inside, I find myself growing dizzy with nothing but a few thrusts. Lasting only a few shallow thrusts, a deep groan escapes me as I bottom out, fully sheathed in her incredible heat, and a curse tears from me. “Fuck.”
Her walls flutter around me, accepting the intrusion, before clenching down when I pull back. Watching her tug at the blanket, mesmerized by the way she curls against the bed, I force each breath to saw in and out of my body.
I need more. I need all of her. I grab her other ankle, lift it, spread her wider, and prop it on my other shoulder. Now she’s completely open, completely mine.
Her grip on my cock is tight enough to make it a miracle that I don’t just come then and there. Hell, I have to freeze long enough to refocus my thoughts so I don’t cave into the sensation immediately. It doesn’t take long for her to start wiggling her hips, beckoning me to move.
It’s going to take time to build up a bit of endurance. If she’s this wound up, I’m going to have to work to keep up with her.
Already feeling the coiling tension in my spine, I shake it off and adjust my angle, lifting her hips higher, and begin to thrust.
It doesn’t take long for her moans to fill the room. Even more when I rock into her just right.
“There?” Rolling my hips and grinding into that sweet, perfect spot, I drink in that flushed expression. Each time I hit it, she grips me even tighter, like she’s unaware of what she’s doing.
She can only nod, letting out a broken, sobbing gasp. I do it again. Rocking into her, I watch the sweat bead against her temple and fight the urge to release her to lick it off.
As tempting as it is, I wouldn’t dare shift when Daphne looks like she’s experiencing pure bliss.
If I held any doubt about whether this was just lust pulling at me, seeing her like this has cleared up the thought. My heart’s pounding just as quickly as my hips.
Without even lifting a finger, she’s stolen my heart and written her name on it.
So this is what love is like, huh? It’s the strangest, most addicting thing I’ve ever had hit me at full force.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both reaching our limits.
Once she’s looking at me through half-lidded eyes, lips parted to spill a list of different pleasured sounds, the zing up my spine is about as much of a warning that my body will give me to prepare for the roughest, but best orgasm to hit me in a long time.
Watching her come apart is the most beautiful undoing I’ve ever witnessed.
Her climax hits her harder than the first, like a crashing wave that pulls her under. She claws at the blankets, gasping for air.
It’s too much. Only able to survive a few more thrusts, I hit my limit. With a guttural groan, I rock deep, as deep as she’ll take me, and spill my release inside her in hot, endless waves. My thrusts slow, become languid, until we’re both still, welded together, fighting for air.
Slowly, carefully, I lower her legs, my muscles protesting the movement. I don’t pull out. Can’t. Instead, I collapse beside her, immediately turning to gather her against me, hugging her to my chest.
She’s so soft and huggable, even when she’s exhausted from pushing herself like this.
I kiss her, first on her cheeks, then her chin, and finally, her mouth.
Never realized how badly I wanted something until I experienced it. No matter how many times I kiss those pillowy lips, I’ll never grow tired. Hell, I’ll have her batting me away before the night is over.
“Hope it snows all year round,” I murmur against her mouth. “Keep you right here. Just like this.”
She laughs, a breathy, exhausted, happy sound, and returns my kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The words settle in my chest, warm and sure. She shifts, pulling away from my hold long enough to flatten me on my back. Throwing her leg over me, her thighs wrap around my hips, giving a light squeeze. Then she wiggles, just a little. The friction makes me groan, a mix of pleasure and sweet agony.
“Need a break?” she asks, her mouth curving into a smile. Amused. Beautiful. Mine.
I chuckle, forcing the sound out. “Five minutes.” Watching the corners of her eyes crinkle, I fall in love with her again. “After that, I’ll be ready.”
She hums, a contented sound, before her smile softens, but her amusement remains.
“You think,” she begins, her voice playful, “once everything is done, you could leave me a good review for my matchmaking skills?” Her fingers trace along my chest. “I think a record-breaking match should catch people’s eyes when it comes to a new business hitting the town.”
Remembering the two choices I gave her earlier, her using this one brings a smile to my lips, one that matches hers. “Yeah, I think that’s the least I can do.”
Pleased by my answer, another slide of her hips is enough to stir something up in me again. “How about we save that kind of talk for tomorrow? For now…”
Another laugh leaves her as I drag her back down with me, ready to discover another new position to see what other new things I can learn about her.