Sugar on the Edge(48)
His hands swiftly pull my sweater up and over my head, my brain mentally calculating the lingerie I chose to wear. I don’t have much in the way of sexy, but I’m relieved when I remember I put on a pretty, matching set… taupe lace bra and bikini panties.
He tosses my sweater aside and stares at the swells of my breast as they heave within my bra. His fingers come to the edge, and he slowly pulls the lace down until my nipples pop free. The material scraping causes them to form into hard, little knots, and I moan over the sensation.
“Christ, your breasts are perfect,” Gavin growls. Then his hands are under my armpits, lifting me straight off the bed and up into the air. My own hands come to rest on his biceps as he lifts me, bringing one breast to his mouth where he latches on and sucks at a nipple so hard that I cry out in desperation.
Gavin groans as he sucks at me, and then softly licks his tongue over the hard pebble to alleviate the sting. He turns his face to my other breast, holding me up in his powerful arms, and my head falls backward weakly.
He licks at my other nipple, sometimes sucking softly, sometimes hard, and then he bites at me gently, causing my whole body to jerk as I’m suspended above the bed in his hold.
“Need to taste you more,” Gavin murmurs as he lowers me back down. “Need my face between your legs. Need you on my tongue. Have you ever had a man’s tongue inside of you, Sweet?”
Oh, God. His words… his filthy, filthy words. They cause my body to shudder, my head to go dizzy, and my legs to clamp tightly together.
“Have you, Sweet?” he asks gently as he unzips my jeans and pulls them off my legs. My head shakes side to side, even as my eyes stray to his erection, which, impossibly, seems even larger than before. I note the pearly liquid seeping from the end, and my mouth waters to taste it. I actually start to sit up off the bed, but Gavin’s hand pushes against my chest again to keep me pinned down. “Don’t even think about it, love. Not before I get my chance.”
Gavin’s fingers hook into the edges of my panties at my hipbones and he drags the lace down my legs, tossing them to the floor. He never makes a move to undo my bra, the cups still folded below the swells of my aching breasts.
Lowering his hands to the inside of my legs, Gavin spreads them apart, and I can’t help but be a little shy under his bold gaze. His fingers drag up my inner thighs until they reach my center, and he carefully spreads me apart for his perusal. His thumbs move inward to stroke me softly, spreading my wetness around. Cocking one wrist, he slips a thumb inside of me, arching it downward and pressing against my inner walls. My hips shoot off the bed, and he laughs at me softly.
He removes his thumb and brings it to his mouth, licking me off the pad and closing his eyes in pleasure. “Fuck, you taste good… sweet. Like honey.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me, knowing without a doubt he’s making a play on words with his new book heroine. Or is she an anti-heroine? I can’t remember at this point.
Reaching down to my ankles, Gavin steps slightly away from the bed and drags me with him, so that my butt rests on the edge. He then kneels down on my carpet, his face so close to me that I can feel his warm breath as it rushes over and cools the wetness between my legs.
His hands push my legs further apart, and then his hands come up to spread me open again. He blows softly over me, and I shiver.
“You’re glistening for me, Sweet,” he says reverently. “Going to drink up every bit of you.”
“Yes, please.” I sigh, and then my eyes snap to his because he told me to keep my mouth shut. Images of him lifting me up and pushing my face over his cock fill me, and then I shudder.
He laughs at me softly again and says, “It’s okay, love. I want to hear you now. Don’t hold back.”
Gavin then dips his face down and softly covers me with his mouth. His tongue pushes at my center, straight into me, and my hands practically slam against his head to hold him in place. He moves his face side to side, sliding his tongue in opposite directions, massaging me all over.
“Mmmm,” he groans against my warm flesh. “I could do this all day, Sweet. Fucking gorge myself on you.”
His words rumble over my sensitive skin, and he pushes his entire mouth against me harder. I cry out, the pleasure rippling through me. I’ve never felt anything like it before and my hips circle and gyrate, demanding more.
He gives it to me. Long, slow licks alternated with quick flicks against my clit. He pushes his tongue in and out of me, even raising his face and rubbing me with his chin. My entire body is on fire, my muscles clenched so hard I feel like the tendons will snap, and then he puts his mouth right over my clit and pulses his tongue over it. Faster, and faster, and harder. He adds one finger, then two… then, oh, God… three, pumping them in and out while his tongue flutters over me with speed and determination.