Missing Dixie(35)

I want him to keep touching me, to taste me, to be as consumed with his need for me as I am by mine for him.

He growls low in my ear. “I need you so f*cking bad. I shouldn’t have you. I don’t deserve you, but I need you. Can I have you?”

“Yes, Gavin. God, yes. You have me. I need you too. I—”

He cuts me off with a kiss that plunges into the depths of my mouth, leaving no inch unexplored. I moan loudly, thankful for once that the house is empty.

I feel his hard denim-covered length press between my legs and writhe beneath him.

“Gav. I need. I need . . .” I can’t breathe. All I am is need.

“I know what you need, sweetness. I have every intention of giving it to you.”

“Yes, please,” I plead shamelessly.

Liquid heat pools where I need him most and I thrust myself harder against his jeans.

“Not yet, my impatient girl. I’m going to take my time with you.” Without waiting for permission or a response, he moves swiftly down my body and delves his thick, wet tongue between my already slick folds. My body bows up off the bed and I cry out as pleasure tears through my body.

My legs spread farther apart, granting him access to every inch of me. His tongue wrecks me, circling slow then fast, then plunging inside. I’m begging for mercy, for release, for something. I can hear myself but I can’t control anything coming out of my mouth.

“Fuck me, Gav,” I beg. “Please. Pretty please.”

“So f*cking sweet. You’re so f*cking sweet, baby. You shouldn’t be allowed to taste so sweet. I have issues with addiction, you know, and I. Am. Fucking. Addicted.”

“Please,” I cry out when I feel myself ascending to that place, to that pleasure-to-the-point-of-pain peak where only he can take me. “Now, please. Please.”

“You know me, sweetness. I’m going to f*ck you all night. I’m going to take you there as many times as you want to go. I want you to come on my tongue, on my cock, and everywhere in between. Ready?”

I want his tongue back inside me. Or his dick inside me. Both. All at once. I want him to keep his mouth there until his dick can immediately replace it. I need the contact. I need it to never stop.

Tension strings me tight and I’m throbbing so hard I assume he can feel it.

Something unintelligible slips out of my mouth, a plea and a whimpered moan combined.

Gavin sucks my clit into his mouth at the exact instant that two of his thick fingers fill me completely.

“Oh my God.” It’s a good feeling but a full, stretched to maximum capacity feeling. I haven’t had sex since . . . since after my grandpa died.

The last time I did was here. In this bed with Gavin.

Maybe that’s the real reason I can’t leave this room, this bed.

He alternates gentle thrusts with hard sucks and vice versa and I am coming.

And coming, and coming.

His name slips past my lips with a slew of other words of adulation.

He licks me down from my orgasm, easing his fingers out of me in a torturously slow motion.

“See how good you taste, baby? He runs his wet fingers across my lips, then kisses me hard. “I could live on this. On you and only you.”

For all the havoc he’s wreaked on my body, my heart pounds at his words, at the taste of myself on his mouth, and I feel my insides begin to clench rhythmically once again.

I didn’t know pleasure like this even existed. He didn’t f*ck me like this in Austin or here. Austin was slow and we took our time. Last time we were here it was about comfort.

This is about primal need and hedonistic desire. It’s all-consuming and mind-shattering.

“More, Gavin. Please. I need more.”

“Your wish is my command, Blu—babe.”

The f*ck?

“Why didn’t you call—”

His mouth covers mine aggressively while he yanks his jeans and underwear off. I hear them hit the floor and my hands reach down instinctively to stroke his length.

He’s smooth and hard and perfect.

“Inside. I need you inside,” I mumble against his mouth. His kiss has turned punishing and it’s confusing but I’m tough. I can deal. I give as good as I get until teeth gnash together and I’m sure both of our mouths will be sore and bruised in the morning.

“It’s not going to be sweet. Or soft or slow. I am going to f*ck you. I need to f*ck you. Hard. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, Gavin. I can handle it. I want it.” I spread my legs as far as they will go and grip his bare ass with both hands.

“Fuck.” He tries to rear back but I need him now.

“Condom?”

“I don’t have one. I haven’t been having sex. With anyone since . . .”

“Since?”

“Since you. Since last time I was with you.”

I can’t help but doubt him. We’ve spent a lot of time apart and I’ve never known him to deny himself.

“Swear?”

“I swear. On anything you want.”

“Swear on me. Cross my heart.”

He leans down and places warm, wet kisses across my chest in the shape of a cross, stopping centimeters shy of my nipples. I reach for them to ease the ache but he grips my wrists and pins my hands above me.

“We don’t have to f*ck. I can just get you off all night. I’m good with that.” His head dips again and his tongue runs languid circles around my areola until I cry out and he sucks my nipples hard enough to hurt. It’s a good pain, though; he walks that line between pleasure and pain perfectly.