Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(42)

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.

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 f*cking 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 * 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.