Never Enough(44)

When all the buttons are undone, I hold my breath and untie the belt, shrugging the dress off. I know I'm nearly naked in front of a giant window, but it's dark, the room lit mostly by the moon and Los Angeles itself.

Gavin grabs me by the hips and pulls me in, away from the window, and holds me tight against him, his enormous erection against my belly.

"How the fuck am I supposed to make it to the bed?" he says.

"Do you need to?" I ask, slipping my hand between us and squeezing his hard length through his jeans.

He kisses me hard, his tongue in my mouth, his cock practically throbbing against my hand. I don't care about making it to the bed, not at all, and I tug his shirt off over his head, his muscles taut in the low light.

"We should at least try the bed," he says, and before I know it he's scooping me up and carrying me the ten feet to his enormous bed, king-sized at least. I bounce slightly when he tosses me on it, and then Gavin's already on top of me, my legs around his hips.



       
         
       
        

"See?" he says. "This could be a fun new thing for us. Beds."

Without waiting for an answer, he kisses my neck, my throat, the spot above my belly button. I know exactly what's about to happen and my toes curl in anticipation before he even pulls my thong off. He pushes my thighs apart, sucking on the inside of one.

I'm soaking wet. His mouth still on the inside of my thigh, Gavin puts one fingertip directly on my clit.

I gasp, tensing, curling my fingers through his hair, and he slides his finger down slowly, between my lips but not inside me.

It's pure torture, and he knows it. He's watching me, watching every reaction my body has to the things he does to me, and he knows I'm set to explode at the slightest touch.

"You're dripping wet," he murmurs, his mouth so close to me that I can feel his voice buzz.

"I know," I whisper.

Not sexy, but my mind's a blank, and I swallow.

"Please," I gasp, and I'm not even finished with the word when he flicks the very tip of his tongue across my clit.

I grunt.

He does it again, then again, so slowly I want to scream, stroking my lips with his fingers at the same time. I unclench my hand from his hair before I pull a handful of it out as he licks me, slowly and lazily.

I'm gasping for air, my whole body tense, as I gradually get closer and closer, bit by slow, tortuous bit.

Then, when I'm just on the brink, both my hands clenched in Gavin's bedspread, he stops and I'm left there, panting for breath.

Seconds later he starts licking me again, his tongue moving faster this time, and he slides his fingers inside me at last as I arch my back and groan while he strokes me and licks me at the same time.

I'm at the brink again before I know it, nearly screaming, and he stops.

"Keep going," I whimper. His fingers are still inside me but he kisses me again on the thigh, the hip, the belly. I get my bra off and he laps at one nipple, sucking it between his teeth, as he starts moving his fingers in me again, stroking my sensitive inner wall. I moan, arching my back.

And he stops. Of course. I nearly scream in frustration, and he climbs over me, his body between my legs, kissing me hard even though I can still taste myself on his lips, his erection rock-hard and insistent against me.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I whisper.

Gavin laughs, nuzzling his face against mine as his hips rock into me. I roll mine against him, the hard length of his erection firm against me.

"Marisol, I'm going to make you come so hard you forget where you are and what decade it is," he murmurs into my ear.

White heat clenches inside me. I've got both hands on his back and I can feel the muscles there tense as he rocks against me again, his hard bulge against my clit. Then he moves back, standing from the bed, both hands on his belt as he undoes it and unbuttons his jeans. 

I sit up on the edge of the bed, watching him. He moves slowly, watching me watch him, snaking the belt out of its loops and tossing it away. Before he can push his jeans down, over his hips, I reach out and grab him by the waistband, pull him toward me, and press my lips to the hard muscles in his chest, my palm flat against his erection.

Gavin groans, and I give him a firm squeeze before I finally push his pants off, his cock springing out. He brings his mouth down to mine as I stroke him once, root to tip, slow and hard.

I want him now, so much I'm nearly trembling, the empty ache inside me threatening to take over. The temptation to guide him inside me right this second is dizzying.

He breaks the kiss. He leans over, grabs a condom out of his bedside drawer, kisses me again. His tongue doesn't leave my mouth as he pushes me back against the leather headboard of his bed, my legs still around him as he pins me on top of him.

I'm half-undone, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he grabs my hips in his hands, pulling me down, the length of his cock rubbing against my clit and lips.

"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you," he whispers. "It's fucking unholy, Marisol."

"Then quit teasing me," I murmur, rocking my hips so he rubs against me again, because God it feels good, my whole body overheated and too sensitive.

I want him now. I want to just slide him inside me bare so I can feel him skin-to-skin with nothing between us. The foil packet crinkles as Gavin goes to tear it open, but instead I put my hand over it.

"How long have you been clean?" I whisper.

His hand tightens into a fist around the still-wrapped condom.

"Twenty-four weeks on Wednesday," he murmurs, locking eyes with me. "Nearly six months."

I swallow hard and put one hand on his face, my thumb tracing his bottom lip.

"And you don't... have anything?"

There's probably nothing less sexy that I could say right now, but a slight smile lights his face and he tilts his head, kissing the inside of my wrist.

"I don't," he says. "But Marisol, it's-"

"Don't use it," I whisper.

His eyes search mine for a moment, and I feel like my heart stops beating.

"I want you inside me bare," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please?"

"Jesus, fuck yes," he breathes. "But Marisol, it's not-"

The sentence turns to a low groan as I guide him to my entrance, back arched, because I can't take this any longer. The head of his cock pushes between my lips, and for a moment, he pauses, like he needs to collect himself.

Then Gavin pulls me down in one hard, deep stroke and my brain just about shuts off. I think I whimper, my eyes closed, but he fills me so perfectly that I feel like I can't even move or I'll come flying apart.

He holds me down, cock hilted inside me as he rocks back and forth.

"I fucking live for that noise," he says, his voice low and rough, his fingers digging into my hips so hard I'll probably have bruises.

"What noise?" I gasp.

He rocks again and I bite my lip, moving my hips to match him because right now, the tiniest motion is indescribably intoxicating, like he could push me over the edge with a single thrust.

"The noise you make when I first enter you," he says. "This primal groan as I slide my cock in that sounds as if it's all you ever wanted."

Gavin shifts slightly, pushing me harder against the headboard as he thrusts, somehow going even deeper, and I gasp again, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.



       
         
       
        

"You're going to shred me to ribbons," he says.

"Sorry," I whisper.

I unclench my hands, but the moment I do he thrusts again, hard and deep, hitting every single spot inside me so perfectly my toes curl and I grab him again, another moan escaping my lips.

"I didn't say I minded," he says. "You can tear me apart completely if it means fucking you skin-to-skin like this."

"I can't help it," I murmur. "You feel so good I lose control."

He kisses me and we keep moving together, slow and deep, even though I want him faster and harder. I crave letting him push me into this headboard and take me mercilessly.

It's not what happens. Instead he drives me completely out of my mind without ever speeding up, even though I'm whimpering and moaning, my nails probably opening gashes in his back because I'm on the brink and he won't let me dive off it.

"You're fucking beautiful when you're about to come," he whispers.

He thrusts again, a little harder and faster, and I moan, my eyes half-open as I reach up with one hand and grab the top of the headboard, something to give me leverage.

"Just don't stop," I say, the words barely audible.

He thrusts again, burying himself hard this time, and I feel as if parts of me are starting to crumble, like this feels so good I might just fall into pieces.

Gavin's hand snakes up my arm and his laces his fingers through mine, holding it there.

"Not a chance," he says, and drives himself into me again and again, squeezing my hand like he's hanging on for life.

"Gavin," I whimper, and then I get hit by a tidal wave. I come so hard I feel like I'm drowning, tossed up and down as it breaks over me in slow motion and breaks me to pieces. I don't even know which way is up for a moment, but I think I might be shouting. I might be shouting Gavin's name.