Sugar on the Edge(49)

My lower back tightens, a molten throb starts between my legs, and then it spirals up my spine. The pressure inside of me builds. I squeeze my eyes shut, and it hums with fever. Then it releases… bursting so hot and hard that my entire body bucks off the mattress and a scream tears out of my throat. It goes on and on… the orgasm… my scream… and Gavin never stops moving his tongue against me. I raise my legs up wildly even as another burst of pleasure pulses through me, then I dig my heels into the mattress and cry out again as another orgasm rips me open.

But Gavin doesn’t stop. He presses his face into me harder and groans, lashing at me with his tongue, his fingers still tunneling in and out of me. He raises his mouth up just a tad, just enough to growl against me, “One more, Savannah. Give me one more.”

He’s relentless, frantically moving his lips and tongue over me, in me, out of me… raising his mouth every so often to urge me onward… upward. “Come again, Sweet. I fucking need you to come again. I want you destroyed by my tongue.”

And he destroys me again, this time a slower burst but no less powerful. My entire body quakes and tears spill warmly down my cheeks, as a long moan pours out of my mouth. My fingers are latched onto his head. I flex and swivel my hips, mashing myself against his mouth to draw out every last bit of pleasure he’s dealing me.

When one last, but strong shudder works its way through me, Gavin finally lifts his mouth. It’s glistening wet, and his eyes are heavy and languid. He stares at me, almost in fascination, and his lips curve upward. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says quietly, his hands going to my legs and stroking me softly.

I’m utterly spent… boneless… not an ounce of strength left in me.

Gavin slowly stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Bending over me slightly, he cups the back of my thighs with his big hands and lifts my legs up. Then he pulls them open wide while I just watch him in fascination. He stares at me between my legs and leans forward a bit. My ass is still hanging on the edge of the bed, and I start to scoot backward to give him some room to come up here with me.

He just shakes his head and says, “Don’t move.”

Leaning forward a bit more, Gavin pushes on the backs of my thighs, pushing them closer to my chest until my ass raises up just a tiny bit. He steps in closer, releasing one leg and grabbing his cock. His eyes never leave my pussy as he guides himself to me. Dipping his legs a bit, he angles his hips and places himself at my core. I can feel just how wet I am when he rubs the head of his erection against me. When he taps his cock against my clit, a mini burst of pleasure courses through me, and I groan.

“Going to fuck you now, Sweet,” he warns me, but it’s not needed. I’m aching with the need for him to take me, and I answer by tilting my hips so I rub against him.

Gavin hisses between his teeth and then leans over me, pushing inside of me just an inch. He’s huge… a wide, long, lovely hardness that feels so silky soft at the same time. His eyes close briefly, then open again, and he pushes in just a bit more.

“Christ, you’re tight. So wet, hot, and tight, and I think I’m going to die,” he says.

For all the carnal rage that has been happening these past several minutes, his words are so solemn that I get the feeling he’s experiencing something that is solitary and foreign.

Of course, this is all solitary and foreign to me, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

His eyes lift to mine and we stare at each other, a silent understanding between us that after he pushes all the way in—after he completes his possession—that things aren’t going to be the same for either one of us. Whether we are together or apart, whether this never happens again, this will be an amazingly, unique experience for both of us.

My hand reaches up and, for the first time, I touch him. On his lower abdomen, just below his navel. I trail my fingers lightly over his skin, fingering the coarse hair that starts there and moves down in a blazing glory to the massive erection that’s a quarter sunk between my legs.

“Give it all to me,” I tell him… in a soft command, but a command nonetheless. “All of it.”

Gavin groans and then pushes all the way into me, all the way down, down, down until his pelvis is mashed against mine. His chest heaves in and out, but his eyes never leave me.

“Do you feel that, Sweet?”

“Yes,” I murmur, because I feel every inch of him.

“Did you feel that exact moment?” he asks, almost urgently.

“I felt it,” I reassure him.

Because I felt it to the absolute center of my soul. The moment that he just completely possessed me, when his body grabbed ahold of mine and laid claim to it. When he just ruined me for anything else.