I have to taste him. Running my fingers into his hair, I grip him tightly and pull him up to me until our lips touch. For the first time ever, I’m the one kissing him, savoring the flavors of champagne and dessert, and something that’s uniquely his.
Pressing against me, he forces his hips in between my legs, and even though we’re still wearing our bathing suits, I can feel his hardness against me. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” he says huskily.
“Shut up and kiss me, before I change my mind.” I squirm, eager to finally ease the emptiness inside me.
He chuckles softly before he leans in and kisses me roughly, claiming me with his mouth. Then he moves, leaving me gasping while he licks and nibbles his way along my jaw. I’m holding my breath, just feeling his skin against mine.
As he travels down the side of my neck toward my shoulder, he grabs my bikini top and pulls it up. My breasts pop free, and he palms one with his big hand, squeezing it and rolling my nipple between his rough fingers. I moan in response, arching against him.
His lips explore my collar bone, kissing their way onto my chest. Every touch sends a little spark arcing across my skin. Slowly, but surely he approaches the rise to my unhandled breast until he closes his mouth around the nipple.
My racing heart feels like it’s about to beat its way out of my chest while adrenaline courses through me, making me shiver so hard it almost hurts. Burying my fingers deep in his hair, I try to keep him in place when he kisses down the bottom curve of my breast, but no matter how hard I tug, he ignores me.
It’s only when he gets as far as my belly button, swirling his tongue around it teasingly, that I realize where he’s heading. I look down at him past my breasts, watching closely as he nibbles closer to the top of my bottoms. When he’s almost there, he looks up and grins. It’s his usual cocky smirk, but for once it doesn’t annoy me at all. I want the promise of what that smug little smile holds.
Hooking his fingers in my bikini bottoms, he raises his eyebrows at me. A final, silent question. Swallowing deeply, my response is to raise my hips. He rips the bottoms off, leaving me naked except for the top hanging loosely around my neck. My breasts rise and fall in time with my rapid breathing as I wait to see what he’s going to do.
Gavin puts his strong hands on the insides of my thighs and forces them wide. God, he can see all of me. No one’s seen me open like this before. Not like this. Please, oh please, don’t let him think I look weird down there or something.
He smiles. Not a grin or smirk, but a real smile. He’s looking at me with a reverent expression on his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me just above my mound, then down over my hip and onto the inside of my thigh, each touch building the anticipation just a little bit more. Closer and closer, until his lips are almost there, and then he switches to my other thigh and starts over. I fist the sheets in frustration while I watch him.
When I press my hips towards him, trying to get to the main event, he laughs softly. “You’re so impatient, babe.”
“I’m not your babe.” I don’t know why I bother to talk back. He has me right where he wants me, and I’m not going anywhere.
He kisses me right on the clit, and the only warning I get is his hot breath rushing over it a split second before. Oh my freaking God. A shock races through me, sending tingles all the way out to my fingertips. I can’t believe how good this feels.
“Are you sure, babe?” Pulling back, he waits until I whimper and chase him with my hips. He laughs, then leans back in, swiping his tongue right up through my folds. Drawing a sharp breath through my teeth, I arch against his mouth. He’s still a cocky jerk, but I’ll tolerate him. For now.
He paints with broad strokes of his tongue, kissing and licking and driving me insane. Over the years I’ve gotten pretty good at getting myself off, but it doesn’t even compare to the magic he’s working between my legs. As molten heat roils around inside me, I realize how close I am.
My nerves kick into overdrive and my muscles lock up as I come hard on his tongue. He wraps his hands over my thighs, keeping me in place and driving my climax forward with his oh-so-talented mouth. I shake under him, and it feels like it’s going to last forever. The fireworks have stopped outside, but now I’m seeing them on the backs of my eyelids.
When my body finally relaxes and eases back on the bed, I open my eyes to find him grinning at me, his eyes crinkled into crow’s feet at the corners. He continues to place soft kisses on my folds, making me shiver deliciously with each one. Everything feels so freaking sensitive.