Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
I can feel his hands shift from my hips to dragging them up my back.
One of his hands snatches my ponytail and pulls hard, angling my face as he closes the distance between us.
The kiss is scorching and deep. It’s not soft or sweet; it’s dangerous.
His other hand finds its way back to my hip, gripping it firmly and smashing me tightly against his chest. He swallows the gasp that tries to escape my lips.
Being so close, I can feel the hard outline of his cock through his jeans.
As I try to make a smart-ass remark, he shoves his tongue farther into my mouth possessively.
The cool air does nothing for my burning skin. I place both of my hands on his chest and push him away, breaking the kiss, his chest heaving. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice a low rasp.
“I’m way too hot right now for this many clothes,” I say, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
“I couldn’t agree more, Davis,” Gavin says, his eyes darkening even more as he watches me.
Grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, he pauses, his eyes asking.
I answer by ripping off the T-shirt over my head.
He groans as his hands land on my hips again.
He slowly drags his knuckles softly against my ribs.
The chilly night air makes my nipples so hard they strain against my bralette.
His gaze is burning a path from my face down to my chest and back up again.
“Боже, ты чертовски красивая,” he breathes.
The rawness in his voice is almost enough to undo me.
“What did you say? My eyes zeroed in on him.
“Haha, I said…” He leans in, kissing down my neck to my collarbone, scraping his teeth against my skin just enough to make me shiver. “I said, God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Мне нужно увидеть вас всех, любовь моя” ‘I need to see all of you, love’
Slowly dragging my bralette over my head, my boobs settle back on my chest with a plop.
Both of his enormous hands start cupping my breasts.
He groans low in his throat at the fullness before taking the sensitive peak into his mouth.
My head falls back, hitting the backrest of the passenger seat with a soft thud.
The sensation is overwhelming: the wet heat of his mouth, the rough texture of his jeans against me, the steady thrum of the music.
I thread my fingers through his thick curls, holding him hard against me, rocking my hips against his in a silent, desperate plea.
He releases my nipple with a final, teasing lick and looks up at me, his lips swollen and glistening.
“Remember when I told you to be a good girl for me and this would be pleasurable?” he says, with a smirking devilish grin.
“You are being such a fucking good girl for me.” His hands slide to the button on my jeans, his knuckles brushing against my stomach.
He pops it open. He slowly takes his time.
Undoing the zipper, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties and jeans.
He looks at me one last time, his eyes searching mine, asking for permission. I lift my hips in answer.
He quickly turns us so I am flat on my back.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he pulls them both down my legs, leaving me bare and exposed.
He tosses my jeans and panties onto the floorboard.
The cool air of the night is a shock against my slick, heated core, and I can't help the whimper that escapes me.
I'm completely exposed to him, in the dark woods outside, to the raw, unfiltered need in his eyes.
Gavin leans back on his heels, just looking.
As if his eyes are physically tracing my body, the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, the swell of my breasts.
He reaches out, his hand tracing a path from my collarbone, gliding to my sternum, down to my stomach.
Then he stops. He doesn't go further. He just rests his hand there, his palm warm against my skin, the weight of it a promise of what's to come.
His eyes are zoning in on my center. "Fuckkkk, You're so wet for me, Любовь,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "Is this all from me chasing you?"
“You in general.” is all I can manage. My breath catches in my throat as his thumb finally makes a slow, deliberate pass through my folds, circling my clit, a light, teasing pressure that has my hips rocking up to meet him, chasing more friction.
He chuckles, a low, dark sound, and finally gives me what I want, sliding one long finger inside me.
A moan tears from my lips as my internal muscles clench around him.
He sets a slow, maddening rhythm, pumping in and out while his thumb continues its lazy circles on my clit.
The car, the music, the world outside. It all melts away.
There is only this. The feeling of his finger inside me, the pressure building low in my belly, the ragged sound of our breathing in the enclosed space.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice gruff.
I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze in the dim light.
He adds a second finger, stretching me, and the pleasure is so sharp, so suddenly, I cry out.
He curls his fingers, finding that sweet spot deep inside that makes my vision go blurry.
"That's it," he coaxes, his thumb pressing down harder, moving faster. "That’s it, Juni, come for me, любовь."
His words are my undoing, the combination of his voice and his hands.
The sheer thrill of it all sends me tumbling over the edge.
My orgasm crashes through me, a powerful wave that arches my back and makes my toes curl.
“Gavin!” I groan. My body shakes uncontrollably as the pleasure pulses through me.
As I come down, gasping for air, he slowly withdraws his fingers. He brings them to his lips, his eyes locked on mine, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them dry. A raw, possessive groan rumbles in his chest. "Now," he says, his voice thick with need. "It's my turn."
He shifts, his movements quick and efficient as he unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his own jeans.
He frees himself, and my breath hitches at the sight of him, thick and hard and ready.
He leans over me, bracing one hand on the door beside my head and the other on the back of the seat, caging me in.
He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my slick folds.
He doesn't push inside. He waits, his forehead resting against mine, our breath mingling in the charged air.
"Last chance," he whispers, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Is this okay?"
I answer by hooking my leg around his waist, the best way I can with the crammed space, pulling him forward. He starts to enter me slowly, inch by inch. Keeping his eyes on me, ever so slightly. He stops once he’s fully seated. “Are you still okay?” His eyes burned into mine.