25. Dani #2
He trails kisses down my body, each press of lips and flick of his tongue making me writhe, my breaths coming faster, shallower, nearly desperate. When he reaches the top of my underwear, he nips the fabric with his teeth, tugging it down slightly before letting go.
“Do you want these off, sweetheart?”
“P-please.” The pressure is building and I need him inside me.
“So polite. I’ve gotta say… I really do like these.” He teases the silk with his mouth, lapping and tugging at the material. “Where did you get them?”
I buck into him—desperate, wet, and burning for him. I force the words out. “A little boutique downtown.” My moans take over. “Don’t stop.”
“Good to know… because I’m gonna need to buy you some new ones.” In one motion, he fists the fabric and rips it off me entirely.
I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. “Holy shit!”
And here I am. Bound, exposed, and naked on the balcony. Yes, it’s private… but still, the vulnerability heightens everything.
“Now, where was I?” he growls, hooking his hands around my thighs and pulling himself between my open legs.
His tongue wastes no time, swirling around my swollen clit, teasing with flicks that make my back arch and my breath catch. Every part of me is on fire, and desperate, needy sounds escape me before I can stop them.
“How are you so… fucking good at that?” I gasp, my fingers clutching at the tie, trying to hold on to something as my body threatens to unravel.
He only responds by latching onto me harder, licking with an unrelenting rhythm that makes my knees quake. When he pushes a finger inside me as he licks, a tremor runs through me. My thighs tighten reflexively around him. I don’t want him to stop, but there is so much more I want from him.
“Gavin... I need you inside me,” I beg.
He lifts his head, watching me as his finger pushes inside me a few more times. The slow pulses just might send me over the edge.
I let out a loud moan, and just as I’m about to lose myself, he removes his finger and chuckles.
Fucker.
Gavin stands and slides down his boxer briefs, his hard cock on full display. Precum leaking from the swollen head.
He settles himself back between my legs, and our lips meet in a scorching kiss, sending shivers straight down to my toes. My body arches into him, desperate for more connection, more of him.
I feel him position his cock against me, and in one thrust, he’s inside me. The sensation of him filling me is so consuming, I nearly lose my mind.
We stopped using condoms a few weeks ago, and it changed everything. I’ve never felt so close to someone like I am with him.
Gavin rocks back and forth in slow, steady motions.
Each movement deliberate. Each thrust a delicious rhythm that sends me spiraling.
I can feel the pleasure building more and more, and I ache to touch him, to bury my hands in his hair.
I pull against the tie, and the slight sting of the restraints adds to my desperation.
I push up my hips into his, grinding against him, the friction against my clit almost unbearable.
“Oh… fuck,” I cry out.
“You feel so good, Dani,” he groans, bending down to claim my neck with wet, demanding kisses. His lips trail over my sensitive skin, moving to my nipples.
I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, and that final connection sends us both over the edge. Gavin empties inside me, our moans so loud without a care of who hears us. Every nerve in my body screams as I follow him over the edge.
Gavin collapses against my chest. Our moans fading into ragged laughter. “Let me untie you,” he says. “I want to feel your arms around me.”
I can’t help but chuckle. Of the two of us, he’s the cuddler.
He reaches up, releasing my wrists, and they fall limply to the couch.
“I think I need a massage,” I whisper against him.
“I might be able to help with that. Want to join me in the shower?” he teases, a mischievous look in his eyes.
I shake my head, savoring the moment. The sound of the ocean waves is so calming, I don’t want to move.
“In a few. I don’t want this moment to end,” I say, pressing closer to him.
Gavin bends down and places a soft kiss on my head, breathing in us and the salty sea air. I close my eyes, feeling the weight of him, the heat of our bodies, and the quiet, perfect moment we’ve created together.
We barely slept last night. After the balcony, we moved to the soaking tub, and then to the bed, where Gavin and I did things I didn’t even know I was capable of without blushing. I’m exhausted, sore in all the best ways, and completely, utterly happy.
He’s driving me to my place to grab the things I need for the week, and I feel total bliss. Gavin reaches over the center console, intertwining his fingers with mine, resting our hands on his upper thigh. The simple touch brings me more comfort than I can put into words.
Over the past few months, I’ve seen how hard he’s worked to earn my trust back.
We talk about everything—our fears, our wants, our needs.
We haven’t fully opened the door on what happened all those years ago when he left me, but I know we will, in time.
Sure, it’s frustrating to feel like some truths are still hidden, but Gavin is not the same man he was back then.