“You fucking unravel me when you do that,” he groaned, his voice harsh, hoarser now.
Heart racing, she delved her fingers into his hair. “Good, now unravel me,” she moaned, her body hot, riveting with need.
“Oh, I’m going to.” He skimmed his lips over her collarbone. “Now lie that beautiful body down on the bed but keep your thigh highs and heels on,” he commanded.
His words sent shivers straight down the length of her spine. She couldn’t do anything but simply comply with what he had asked. Cool silk sheets slid against her heated body as she scooted herself along the massive king-sized bed. It only took a few strides, and he was standing before her, so close she could feel the heat and desire emanating from his pores. Emily’s heart sped up when she felt his hot gaze slide over her naked body, his eyes devouring every inch that was exposed to him.
With his blue eyes penetrating hers, Gavin slowly dropped down to his knees, pulling her body to the edge of the bed. He spread her thighs, opened her wide, and arranged her legs over his shoulders until nothing was hidden. He reveled in the sound of her moaning before making contact with her flesh. Stroking one hand along her stomach, he lifted her foot, still in her high heels, and kissed her ankle through her stocking.
“Tell me how much you want me to taste you,” he whispered, slowly licking his way up her calf as his one finger lightly circled against her wet opening. She was soaked in her desire for him, and it was all he could do to control himself.
“Oh my God, Gavin, please,” she begged, raising her hips and squeezing her breasts.
Spreading her legs further, he breathed out one last hot breath against her pussy before his tongue laved slowly against her clit. Sliding his fingers inside, he licked through the sweet juices easing from her body as if his lips were savoring a Popsicle on a hot summer day. And by God, they were the sweetest juices to ever slide over his tongue. He licked deeper and tunneled his tongue inside her, pulling in her moisture in fear that he would never get to experience it again. Honey…she was pure fucking honey. Gavin would give up everything he had acquired to taste her—to smell, feel, and explore every inch of her—so intimately every day for the rest of his life.
“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed out, pushing his fingers deeper inside her.
Emily’s breath began to rasp through the air, her body arching and trembling against his mouth, and it only made Gavin hungrier. His dick was hot and hard, every inch of him straining to be inside her with each moan dispelled from her lungs. Every time she cried out his name and tugged at his hair, he felt his own body tremble with an anticipation he had never known. It was all he could do not to explode without even being inside her. When he felt her growing close to the edge, he slowed his stroking tongue, brought her back down, and began the whole thing again—over and over—until he knew she couldn’t take anymore. When her thighs quaked and shook from waves of climax, he gripped the side of her hips, yanking her harder against his greedy mouth. As she cried out his name again, he nipped, sucked, and pulled her swollen velvet-soft flesh between his teeth.
Before she could come back down from the superior heights of ecstasy he brought her to, he slowly licked languorous circles back up her body.
Pausing over her stomach, he looked up into her eyes, her face flushed and her breathing labored. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, sliding up her body. Burying his face against one of her breasts, his tongue swirled and sucked around its taut peak. He grabbed the back of her knee, hitching her leg around his waist.
Emily’s breath caught while he hovered over her, continuing to tease his tongue across the swell of her nipple. Every touch was deliberate. Each flick intended to evoke a reaction from her. And she reacted. Her moans echoed through the room, her heavy breathing piercing even her own ears. His tongue—swirling around her breast, gently nipping here and there—caused her body to lurch toward his devilish mouth.
Emily couldn’t take in enough air when he finally sank himself inside her. Ribbons of flames licked and thrummed their way through her core. Every thick, long, and hard ridge of him felt magical. For no man—not even Dillon—made her body feel the way Gavin did.
For a beat, they both drowned themselves in the moment as they gazed into one another’s eyes, unnamed emotions swirling around in the air. It was then that Emily felt Gavin’s claim on her—unspoken and silent. She had lost her body; now it was defined solely by his.
Groaning, Gavin pushed himself deeper, and Emily breathed out hard, pulling his mouth down to hers. He slid his tongue in and out, burying his hands into her hair as their breathing quickened from the sensations spilling through them.
“You like the way you taste on my tongue, don’t you?” he asked, his breathing rough and ragged.
Panting, her nails bit into his back as she kissed him harder. “Yes.”
“Your body was made for mine.” He slid his tongue down her jaw, his hands cradling the back of her head. “Every fucking inch of you was made for me, Emily.”
Kissing her, Gavin stroked his hands though her hair as Emily dug her head into the pillow, raising her hips up to meet his thrusts. Their bodies moved together in synchronous rhythm as if they were ideal components made for one another, both writhing under their suffused heat and need. Even though every inch of him was clad with muscle, his embrace was soft and gentle. He did nothing fast and nothing hard. His patient measured movements showed control while he took his time soaking in the moment, worshipping every inch of Emily’s body. As their breaths mingled and danced, their mouths played over one another, their hands whispering across one another’s bodies. Quickening his pace, Gavin cupped her breast, filling his hands with her softness, while his ears cherished every moan that left her lips.