Sugar on the Edge(56)

Gavin comes back into my line of view and sets the full-length mirror up on its stand so it’s right beside the bed. I blush warmly when I see my naked body, on my knees, breasts flatted on the mattress, my face flushed and my lips swollen from the workout he just gave my mouth. Gavin comes up to stand behind me, his hands caressing my butt.

We stare at each other in the mirror again, and he says, “You see how beautiful you are? Bound, helpless, bent to my will. You’d take anything I gave you, wouldn’t you, Sweet?”

I don’t even bother nodding my head in agreement, because he knows the answer.

I would, indeed, take anything he asked me to.

Caressing one hand down my ass, he slides it down between my legs and pushes a finger in. It slides silky smooth through my wetness, and I start panting as he pumps it in and out a few times.

My eyes watch him, and then slide from the action of his hands to his rigid erection, which seems to be straining upward, just behind me. I want him inside of me so bad that I ache all over.

“What are you looking at, love?”

My eyes slowly slide from his cock to his gaze as he watches me in the mirror. “I’m looking at you.”

His fingers move inside me, tortuously slow, and he smiles at me lewdly. “You were looking at my cock. Your eyes were all over my cock, thinking of me sliding it inside of you, right?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Is that what you want?”

I nod, but he just keeps working his finger inside of me. He waits, going back full circle when he first intimately touched me on the couch that day last week. He’s waiting for me to say the exact words to tell him what I want.

Taking in a deep breath, I make sure my eyes are directly connected to his. “Gavin… I want you to fuck me with your cock. Is that clear enough for you?”

“Crystal,” he says with a smile, white teeth flashing against his dark, stubbled face.

He moves behind me, taking his erection with one hand to guide it inside. I’m so slick with pent-up lust and desire, he slides in easily even as I feel the slight burn from the way he stretches me.

We both groan loudly. It melds together, sounding like one harmonious and erotic vibration throughout the room.

“I wish I were a poet,” Gavin murmurs as he starts moving in and out of me. “I wish I were a poet because then… and only then, would I have the words that would be salient enough to describe the way you feel to me. I’d fucking be a best seller every time if I could just describe how I feel… at this very moment, when I’m lodged deep inside of you.”

Oh, Gavin. His words… they are poetry, and it’s not just in the humble consonants and vowels that pour out of his mouth. It’s in his tone… with utter worship in his emotion. It speaks deeply to me, and while Gavin has made every part of my body tremble with pleasure, for the first time, my heart gives a bit of a squeeze as I realize that we both have feelings that are starting to get deep.

He moves with tenderness and care within my body. Yes, he’s taking me from behind with my hands bound behind my back. My shoulders ache and my thighs tremble, and I know this should feel impersonal, but it doesn’t. I’m giving something to Gavin that he very much enjoys, and I’m finding that I, myself, enjoy this different bit of sex as well.

But nothing about our positioning—with him at my back so our lips never meet and my pose completely subservient—speaks of an impersonal nature. No, on the contrary, as Gavin and I stare at each other in the mirror, our breath quickening even though he’s moving oh so slowly within me… I can feel a connection to him at this very moment that buries deep into my soul and sinks its claws permanently into me.





Savannah has been my personal assistant for a week and, unfortunately, she’s doing too damned good of a job. With her taking off my plate every little annoyance and administrative task I always had to handle on my own, I’m freed up to do nothing but write. My productivity skyrocketed, even with me taking breaks during the day to come downstairs and molest my Sweet. Those tend to be the best parts of my day.

At night… we spend hours exploring each other’s body, and after having known each other for just under two weeks, I’m finding it neither odd nor weird that I’m liking her available to me at all hours of the day and night.

I had asked her just yesterday, “Does Casey think it’s weird that you’re sleeping over here every night?”

Savannah laughed at me, full throated and husky. “No. She said she was just glad that I was finally getting some.”

I laughed in return, kissed her hard, and then made love to her on my bathroom vanity, knocking one place I had promised she’d be fucked off my list.