Rebel(45)
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.
“How was that, babe?” he asks, obviously trying to get a rise out of me.
I close my eyes for a moment again, just concentrating on breathing. “I’ve decided, that if you keep doing that, you can call me babe all you want.”
“Oh, I’ve barely started.” He stands, and tugs down his swim trunks. For a moment they catch on the huge lump underneath, but he works them past, then stands before me in all his glory.
Wow.
His cock, and that’s the only word I can think of that seems adequate, is huge. As he climbs back on the bed and in between my legs, it bounces softly in front of him. I lick my lips nervously, unable to take my eyes off it. Am I ready for this?
He hovers over me, resting his weight on his painted forearms at either side of my head, then looks down, watching my reaction. Bringing one arm back, he aims himself, sliding the broad head up and down between my folds. Each touch only adds to the boiling heat inside me.
I’ve never been more ready. I meet his gaze, locking my eyes to his. “Do it.”
Nestling himself right at my entrance, he pushes slowly forward while he watches me intently. I draw a tight little breath when I feel him part me, pushing into me for the first time. He’s so huge, or I’m so tight, that it aches, but God it feels good. As he opens me, I surrender to him, but I never look away from his intense, dark gaze.
His hips touch mine. He’s all the way in. I’ve done it. No longer a virgin. My first time is on my wedding night, and my husband, who I spend half my time lusting after and half my time furious with, is going to be my stepbrother. I can’t think about that, otherwise I’ll freak out. I’m just going to live in the moment, and right at this moment, I’m filled by Gavin’s long, thick cock.