TWO
ELIZABETH’S BREATH
CAUGHT AS GAVIN JERKED HER against him, turned her around so her
back pressed against his chest.
Her heart pounded,
her body on fire, the need and desire so fierce it nearly drove her
to her knees.
“You sure about
this? I won’t ask again.”
She was shaking, the
tension in the room so thick she felt she could reach out and touch
it.
“I’m
sure.”
In actuality, she
was sure of nothing. Never give up control,
Elizabeth.
She blinked several
times, blocking out the warning.
His warm breath
billowed against her neck, making her shiver. He reached for her
hair, pulled out the barrette and the carefully crafted pins
holding it in place, then tangled his fingers in it, smoothing it
out over her shoulders.
“Your hair is
beautiful.” He pressed his nose against the strands. “Smells so
good. You always wear it up. You should wear it down more
often.”
He smoothed his
hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and back up again. Goose
bumps pricked her skin, but she wasn’t cold. She was so heated
internally now she was on fire.
“Turn around,
Elizabeth.”
She pivoted, and the
heat in his eyes was a blast furnace of need. She’d never been
looked at the way Gavin looked at her now, as if he were so hungry
for her he couldn’t wait to have her.
It was raw, primal,
and made her shiver with anticipation.
He grazed his
knuckles across her cheek, the action so tender it made her knees
weak. He laid his palm on her neck, then let his hand slide down
her collarbone and over her breasts, cupping one in his
hand.
“Your body is
perfect. Soft.” He swept his thumb over her nipple, and she gasped.
“Made to be touched. Why haven’t you let anyone touch you in so
long?”
He rolled her nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, the sensations shooting to her
pussy, making her come alive with need and desire. She reached out
and grasped his arms. Her legs shook, and she was afraid she was
going to drop. But Gavin reached around her back to hold her and
bent his lips to her breast, taking a nipple between his lips to
suck.
“Oh, God, yes,” she
cried, needing that pain to satisfy her pleasure. She tangled her
fingers in his hair, the desire to touch him only amplified by the
sensation of his lips and teeth on her. He grazed her breast,
sucking the skin.
When he let go of
her, she was panting and dizzy with need.
He lifted her and
carried her to that gigantic bed and laid her on the edge, her legs
dangling over. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom,
put it on and leaned over her.
“Look at me,
Elizabeth.”
She did, and he was
everything she could imagine: his body tan and all lean muscle, his
biceps bulging as he held her lower body suspended in his
arms.
“I’m going to fuck
you, hard. I’m going to use your body until I come inside you. And
then we’re going to play. All night long.”
She waited, her
pussy wet with need.
He positioned his
cock at the entrance to her pussy and eased inside
her.
She’d expected him
to use her, to shove inside her. She hadn’t expected this
tenderness from him, and it was almost more than she could
bear.
He laid his palms on
either side of her and took it slow until he was fully seated
inside her and then he held, waiting for her body to accommodate
him. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her, since
she’d felt this kind of heat and thickness swelling in
her.
His eyes briefly
closed, and she saw the tension in the furrowing of his brow as her
pussy quivered and tightened around his cock. She slid her hands
along his muscled forearms, felt the sheen of sweat gathering
there.
Then he began moving
slow and easy, withdrawing partway out, and sliding in again. She
raised her legs and planted her feet flat on the bed, lifting to
pull him deeper inside her.
He lifted, watching
her pussy as he fucked her. “You have a nice, tight, hot pussy,
Elizabeth,” he said. “I like fucking you. I’ve thought a lot about
fucking you over the years. I didn’t want to, but I
did.”
The way he looked at
her tore away the veil of secrets she tried so hard to hide from
him.
“Did you ever think
about fucking me?”
“Yes. A
lot.”
He smiled, watching
where their bodies were connected.
“I never knew it
would be this good.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “And now you’re
mine. Do you understand that? You don’t give this pussy to anyone
else while we’re playing. You’re mine.”
Oh, God. He was
driving inside her, telling her she belonged to him, that she
couldn’t fuck anyone else. If any other man said that to her, she’d
tell him to go fuck himself.
But she wanted
Gavin. She’d always wanted Gavin. She’d never wanted anyone but
him. His dark and delicious words thrilled her.
And she was so close
to coming she had to grit her teeth and pull back to keep it from
happening. Watching the way he fucked her was like a slice of
magic, a fantasy come true. And to know he’d taken possession of
her like this was something she could have never
imagined.
He dropped her legs
and bent down over her.
“You want to come,
don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He ground against
her and tears sprang to her eyes. She was so close. So damn close
she wanted to let go, but she waited.
“It would feel so
good for you and I to come together, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes. Dammit, Gavin,
yes.”
“You want to come
with me, Elizabeth?”
“Yes. God, Gavin,
yes. Please let me come.”
He dug his fingers
into her hips and pumped hard, rolling his hips over hers as he
ground against her.
Her climax shattered
her, releasing the tension that had built up until she burst. She
cried out as she came. Gavin pushed through the tightening of her
pussy with fierce strokes, then glued himself to her and groaned
with his own orgasm while she spiraled out of control. He laid over
her and kissed her while her orgasm seemed to go on endlessly. He
continued to move within her until the earthshaking climax reduced
to sweet pulses.
He withdrew, left
her for a moment, then came back and turned her over onto her
stomach, smoothing his hands over her buttocks. He laid a kiss on
each cheek before sliding his hands down her legs.
“You have a fine
ass, Elizabeth. And these legs of yours are amazing. I’ve always
loved looking at your legs.”
He climbed onto the
bed and kneeled in front of her. “Get up onto your hands and
knees.”
She loved his power
and his commanding presence in the bedroom.
She took control in
every other aspect of her life. It was fun to give control up to
him here; it excited her and made her tingle with
anticipation.
“Suck my cock and
get it hard again.”
She licked her lips
and opened her mouth, grasped his cock in her hand and took it
between her lips. Her pussy was still throbbing from having him
inside her, still quaking from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She
slid her tongue around the crest of his shaft, then brought him
inside with the suction of her mouth.
Gavin held on to the
back of her head and slid his cock deep into her
mouth.
“That’s good.
Christ, your mouth is hot. Take it deep, Elizabeth. Suck it
hard.”
She rolled her
tongue over his shaft, then moved her head up and down over him.
Gavin moved to the side to hold on to her wrists.
“Yeah, like that.
Fuck, that’s good. Suck me, Elizabeth. Get me good and hard and
wet. Then I’ll fuck you and make you come again. You want that,
don’t you?”
He was stretching
her arms, holding them above her back, making her work on his cock
with only her mouth. And all she could think of was his glorious
shaft in her pussy, fucking her until she came again. She craved
the orgasm, could think of nothing else but him pounding away
inside her. He reached for her breasts, rolling the nipples tight
between his fingers. The slight pain made her suck him
harder.
“Yeah. Suck it hard
like that. Now swallow it.” He pushed into her throat, and she took
everything he gave her. He seemed to know exactly how much she
could take, because he’d pull back, then slide his shaft along her
tongue, only to push deep inside her mouth again.
“Lick my balls,” he
commanded, and he pulled his cock from her mouth, lifted it out of
her way so she could have access to his ball sack. She slid her
tongue underneath to lick his balls, wished she was free so she
could pull them into her mouth, but she was limited by the position
he held her in. And through it all, he continued to tweak and roll
her nipples, and the pain was delicious.
She’d missed having
a man touch her, lick her, and fuck her. She’d missed so much about
sex.
Gavin was a goddamn
master at it.
She swept her tongue
under his balls, flicking, teasing, licking him.
“Yeah, oh, yeah, I
like your tongue.”
He dropped her arms
and dragged her up onto her knees, pulling her against him. His
mouth met hers in a searing kiss that made her nipples tingle, his
tongue diving inside to take possession.
“Now lay on your
belly.”
He threw a pillow in
the center of the bed, and she lay across it.
“Spread your
legs.”
She widened her
legs, and he put on a condom, then kneeled between her thighs. She
felt his body brush against hers, and then he was inside her, and
just like before, her pussy quivered. She grabbed hold of the
sheets as he began to move slowly within her, easing out and then
sliding inside her again.
He brushed her hair
aside to kiss and nip at the nape of her neck. “Don’t come yet,
Elizabeth. You know it’ll be good if you wait.”
She fisted the
sheets and held on, knowing she could come right now. Sucking his
cock had built the anticipation, and she was primed and hot. The
sheets rubbed her clit, increasing the friction, making her
ready.
He rose up and
grabbed her hips, thrusting harder, faster. “You make my dick hard.
Your pussy is so tight. Lift your ass higher.”
She lifted, and he
powered inside her with a fierce thrust that drove her into the
mattress. Her clit rubbed the pillow, and she was so close to
climax she had to fight not to come. She wanted Gavin coming with
her.
He dug his fingers
into her hips as his strokes became relentless. “Are you ready,
Elizabeth?”
Sensation pummeled
her. She was ready to tear the sheets apart if she didn’t get to
come soon. “Yes, Gavin. Yes.”
He reached
underneath her and found her clit, rubbed the knot that burst with
pleasure. “Let go. Come with me.”
With his next thrust
she splintered, burying her face against the comforter as she
screamed with the intensity of her climax. Gavin glued his body to
her ass and rocked against her, shuddering as he came.
When she finally
fell, he was there to sweep her hair away from her face. He rolled
her onto her side and pulled the pillow away. He left only long
enough to bring them both something to drink, then gathered her
into his arms and pulled her against his chest, rubbing her back
and shoulders.
It was quiet.
Neither of them said anything. Gavin turned off the lights and
pulled the covers over them.
Elizabeth stared out
the windows at the moonlight streaming in and listened to the
lulling, peaceful sound of the waves.
This entire evening
had been a revelation. She was still a little shaky about it all.
She thought he’d brought her here to fire her. Instead, he’d fucked
her, and it had been magical, more than she could have ever asked
for.
The question was . .
. now what?