Tryst (Take It Off #8)(23)
Author: Cambria Hebert

I was bold in my exploration of his body. I wasn’t the kind of girl to shy away. I was hungry—starving actually—and my body instinctively knew he would satiate that hunger like no one else could.

One of my hands cupped his pec, squeezing and then pinching the nipple until it puckered tightly. He groaned and I swept my other hand up into the thick blond hair, kneading my fingertips into his scalp.

The burning of the sting on my wrist intensified when the soft strands of his hair brushed against the injury. It was enough to break through the haze of passion and caused me to suck in a breath.

“Easy,” he said against my lips, standing up and pulling me along with him. He was so tall he towered over me, the height difference between us staggering. I only came to his chest, and as we stood, I had to crane my head back to look up at him.

Very carefully, Gavin reached up and took my hand from his hair. He brought it down so my arm rested against his shoulder. “Probably shouldn’t move that too much,” he said, allowing his fingers to lightly trail down my arm to the underside of my armpit and then down along the side of my breast. I bit my lip to keep from sighing with pleasure.

“I want to touch you,” I said brazenly.

He smiled smugly as he bent at the knees to lower himself down a little closer to my level. “Good thing you’ve got two hands.”

His lips claimed mine again and our tongues melted together like an ice cream sundae on a summer day. Even melted, it tasted damn good.

My uninjured arm traveled down and my fingers played with the edges of his shorts. Dipping my fingertips beneath the damp fabric, I scraped my nails over the side of his hip and he groaned. Both his arms swept around me, yanking me off my feet so I was completely plastered against his front. As he deepened the kiss, his hips tilted toward me.

His need could not be denied. His thick, hard length pushed insistently against my lower abdomen, and the area beneath my bikini bottom began to throb. In one swift movement, Gavin tucked me beneath him, spreading out my body on the oversized couch like I was a buffet and he hadn’t eaten in a week. He lowered his body on top of mine, reaching around behind us to grab my leg and wrap it around his hip.

From there, he lowered himself and I gasped. His rigid cock pressed exactly into my core. My knees started to shake and a fine tremor vibrated my body. He dry-humped me with finesse until my entire lower half trembled so badly I had trouble keeping my leg up around his hip. Oh God, the rhythm in which he moved was my body’s favorite song. With each thrust, he lingered a little bit longer so his entire considerable length rubbed against my engorged, needy clit.

With a moan, my hands fell to my sides and I arched up off the couch, my head thrown back. Gavin’s mouth immediately fastened on one of my nipples and sucked with fortitude. My bathing suit and cover-up became wet from his ministrations.

“Oh yes,” I purred, holding his head there just a little bit longer.

His chuckle vibrated my flesh, and I groaned.

“Do you like this?” he asked, pulling away to sit between my legs. His fingers held my cover-up.

“Yes.”

“Too bad,” he growled and ripped the fabric right off my body. “It’s in my way.”

The string that tied the halter-top around my neck was quickly pulled, and he shoved the top down around my waist, completely baring my breasts.

Without a second to spare, he took one in his hand, kneading the sides while diving back down and latching onto it with his lips. He used his teeth to pull at the nipple and his tongue to lap at the skin around it.

I couldn’t hold still. I was like some kind of nervous virgin. My entire body shook like I was my own personal earthquake.

Gavin looked up at me, his eyes dark navy pools, and smiled a wolfish smile.

“More,” I demanded.

He licked down my belly and used his teeth to pull the string on the side of my bathing suit bottom, tearing the fabric away and throwing it over the side of the couch. He pushed one of my legs over the back of the sofa and then pushed the other one so far open that my foot rested on the coffee table.

“Stay open for me,” he growled and lowered his mouth.

Oh. My. Goodness. His tongue had a master’s in vagina-ology. I’m pretty sure I embarrassed myself with the cries that came out of my mouth, but I scarcely heard them. His tongue was thick and wide; he could lick my entire slit with one great swipe of its textured pink surface. And sometimes he would start low, down below my opening, and drag his tongue upward, twirl around my swollen clit, and then plunge the tip into my pink, wet depths, and I would literally quake with satisfaction.

When he sat up between my knees, his lips glistened with the juices he cajoled my body to produce, and I watched as he swiped his thumb along the wetness and then sucked it into his mouth like he wanted every last drop of me.

His eyes were heavy lidded when he reached for the tie on his shorts. Before releasing the part of him I most anticipated, he paused and glanced up.

“Will you let me in?”

He could have asked me to stab myself and I probably would have acquiesced. “Please,” I said, my voice weak and low.

With a single tug, the strings came loose and his shorts fell open. His quivering cock sprang out, pointing at me like he was a compass and I was the destination.

He was well-endowed, so well that I had a moment of unease, wondering how all of that was going to fit inside my body. But then he pushed the shorts completely away and I was left to stare at his fully naked body. I was right; he was hairless down there. Completely smooth and pink.

Gavin grabbed his cock, starting at the base, and stroked it all the way to the tip, and I couldn’t help but stare at the pearly white drop that glistened at the end. Without thinking, I pushed up and took him into my mouth, as far in as the space would allow. I sucked my way back to the tip, where I licked off that small amount of precum and swallowed it while I stared him in the eye.

“Fucking A,” he said as a shudder moved up his spine.

I cupped his tight balls in my palm and released him, lowering back against the couch and spreading my legs once more. He dropped down, hands on either side of me, holding himself up, hovering above me, completely crowding my space.

Maybe he was giving me a minute to change my mind.

The world would need to end for that to happen.

I reached between us and took him in my hand. Positioning his head at my entrance, I swirled his silky skin around the lubricant my body was making by the cupful.

He tilted back his head and made a sound of appreciation. His hips surged forward and in one hard thrust, he was completely sheathed in my heat.