Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(43)
“Going to f*ck 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.
I felt it. He felt it.
It was beautiful and scorching, and I’m terrified over what it all means.
Gavin starts moving inside of me, luxurious strokes, and I can feel him branding every inch of me. He holds my legs spread, still standing flat-footed on the floor but leaning over me to get just the right angle. He hits me deep, over and over again. His movements are measured, his pace quickening. I note the way the muscles on the side of his neck strain and the lines of tension around his mouth tighten. His brow furrows inward, but his eyes look pained with the need to release.
He f*cks me harder… faster, angling his body over me so he’s tunneling down and in, back out again, then oh so deep once more.
It’s beautiful, it’s freeing, it’s everything I ever wanted from a man before, but never really knew existed.
Gavin surprises me by moving his arms under my lower back, raising a knee to the bed, and lifting me slightly. He moves his entire body, cradling mine with it, and laying me back down into the middle of my mattress. His hips never miss a beat, continuing his rhythm. His hands come to my face, and he kisses me while he f*cks me. His tongue moves slower than the beat of his cock within me, and I’m so overwhelmed by sensation that I miss the rumbling climax start in my center once again.
It pulses over me, through my body, and my legs come up to wrap around Gavin’s hips. He goes harder… impossibly hard, and I cry out as I become lost in a sea of pleasurable release.
Gavin thrusts forcefully into me… one last time, raising his body up, supported by his palms flat on the mattress. He looks directly at me, goes absolutely still, and whispers, “I’m coming, Sweet. I’m coming just for you.”
Then he shudders hard and squeezes his eyes shut. His arms give away and he falls on top of me, his hips now shallowly pumping between my legs as he groans into the hair on the side of my head.
“Just for you,” he whispers again before he goes completely still and lets out a huge breath of air against me.
Savannah drives the Jeep a little uncertainly… timidly, and I’m convinced we’re going to get stuck in the soft sand as she maneuvers the vehicle onto the beach. We had borrowed Casey’s Jeep, and I was shocked to learn that she had been in her bedroom the entire time I was f*cking Savannah, who was apparently not concerned with screaming the house down.
I smile as I watch the way she tentatively hits the gas, urging the Jeep along a path of tire tracks that had been laid before us. When we were in her bed together, her boldness came through. The second time we went at it, she surprised me by taking the lead, coaxing me back to life with her soft hands and equally soft lips on my skin. She pushed me onto my back, rose above me… settled down over me, and I was in heaven. She led the entire way and as I looked up at her while she pumped me to nirvana, I was amazed by the sexy confidence that shone in her eyes.
Yet, Savannah is still softy sweet and unassuming in other aspects of her life. When we were finished, and our heart rates came back under control, I suggested we go for that drive. She hesitantly asked me, “Can I take you to see the wild horses on Corolla?”
“Why so shy?” I asked her with a grin as I nipped at her lip and ran my hands over her breasts.
She moaned lightly and didn’t say anything.