Intercepted

He takes a deep breath and sits back on his heels while his gaze travels over every inch of my body. The urge to cover up I always felt with Chris never comes. I lay there unflinchingly, feeling the heat of his gaze as it moves up my legs. Goose bumps break out all over my body as I wait for any hint of contact.

“Holy shit, Marlee. You’re what dreams are made of.” The words are quiet but forceful, like he’s never meant anything more in his entire life.

I’m soaking up his compliment when his hands are back on me and they aren’t the whisper they were before.

His tongue traces a pattern down my throat as his calloused hands drag over my hips, up to my waist, and grab on to my rib cage. His thumbs and forefingers brush across my chest, my nipples hardening under their touch when his tongue reaches the curve of my breast. I’m trembling so hard I twist the sheet around my fist to anchor myself to the bed.

“Please, Gavin.” Between the moans and my heavy breathing, I might as well be speaking a foreign language.

“Tell me what you want, Marlee.”

I try to answer, but every time I find the words, he takes my nipple into his mouth, and I lose the ability to speak.

“Tell me what you want,” he says again.

“Touch me, please,” I beg, my body crying out for more.

“With pleasure.” He drops his head back to my nipple and before I know what’s happening, his free hand is between my legs.

“Oh my god.” I moan when his finger dips inside of me.

“Fuck, babe.” Gavin kisses his way up to my face. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, I have to taste you.”

I’m in such a lust-covered haze, I can’t even comprehend what he says before his warm body is no longer covering me and his mouth is on my mound.

I might be well into my twenties, but I’ve never felt this good before.

“What are you . . .” I try to ask him, but when his tongue flicks at the same time his finger moves, my head flies back onto my pillow, and I tangle my hands in Gavin’s hair. I don’t know if I want to pull him away or never let him move, but before I can decide, heat starts to radiate from my core and from my toes to my head, everything insides me tenses.

“Oh . . . my . . . GAVIN!” My eyes clench shut, and a light so bright explodes from behind my eyelids, I worry I might be dead.

Death by orgasm? I could think of worse ways to go.

After minutes . . . or hours, my breathing slows, and my body stops trembling. I gather the strength to open my eyes and when I do, I’m met with Gavin’s dark eyes and bright smile.

“You taste even better than I dreamed.” He kisses me.

Even while I’m laying naked on my bed, he can still make me blush.

“That was amazing,” I tell him, because after a performance like that, the man deserves to know.

“It was.” He peppers my breasts with kisses.

“Is it time for more?” I ask, really wanting more.

“Oh yeah,” he responds while reaching in his pants’ pocket and pulling a condom out of his wallet.

“In your pocket? Pretty sure of yourself there, Pope.” I lay on the bed, totally satisfied but still craving more, watching as he takes off his jeans, pulling his boxer briefs down with them until he’s left standing naked in front of me.

“Just hopeful.” He winks before ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth.

I thought he looked good in his jeans? I didn’t have a clue. These past four years have been very kind to him. I immediately focus on his V cuts. I try to keep my gaze there, but the V is a giant arrow pointing to his very impressive, bordering on scary, manhood. I watch, enamored, as he stands at the edge of the bed, rolling on the condom.

He finishes and looks to me, and a cocky smile—no pun intended—crosses his face as he makes his way back to me. I see the way his quads and hamstrings flex with every step he takes and nearly have to wipe the drool from my face. I didn’t even know sexy hamstrings were a thing!

He climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs. He softly touches his lips to mine and looks directly in my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this for the last four years.”

I wrap my legs tightly around his back, pulling him to me so he’s nestled to the edge of my entrance. “Then stop waiting,” I tell him, my voice never wavering, my eyes never leaving his as he moves his hips forward and connects us.

#Touchdown

With every movement, every moan, every deep kiss, it becomes clear this is where I’m supposed to be. I’m not comparing Gavin to Chris, not only because there is no comparison, but because Chris is a long forgotten memory. It’s scary how much I feel for Gavin. How right it feels to be in bed with him, feeling his bare skin against mine, running my hands down his back. It almost causes me to mourn the last four years of my life that I could’ve spent with him, reveling under his touch, blossoming under his words. But I don’t.

“Yes, Marlee.” His becomes voice even deeper, gravelly even, and I know he’s on the edge right next to me, waiting for me to fall so he can follow. “Give it to me. Let me watch.”

And this time, I listen to him. I let go and my body, still loose from earlier, rewards me with an orgasm so powerful that when I scream out, there is no sound. My eyes slam shut, my back curves off of the bed, and my arms fly around his neck, pulling him toward me. Gavin’s hands are firmly pressed against my thighs, holding them in place as he drags out my orgasm to uncharted lengths before a guttural moan comes from him, and he collapses on top of me.

Then we lay there with his weight pushing me into the bed, my fingers drawing circles on his back, saying nothing while our heart rates return to normal and our breathing calms. When he does roll off of me, it’s not before he gives me one more kiss and breaks the silence.

“Did I pass the test? Are you my girlfriend now?”

“You did pretty good. If I’m your girlfriend, can I wear your ring?” I attempt to joke, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I panic. “I mean, you know what I mean. Not a ring, ring. Like no diamonds. A class ring like from Happy Days when they did that kind of stuff . . . of course I don’t need a ring from you. That’d be crazy, and I’m not crazy. Totally sane. Totally.”

Being awkward isn’t new for me, but being awkward and naked? New heights. And it’s the worst because I’m pretty sure my entire body might be blushing right now and Gavin can see my entire body! The only thing I can hide under is Gavin, which is so not optimal, but I go for it anyway because . . . desperate times.

I try to use his chest for cover, but it’s shaking too hard to get a firm grip on.

“I got it, babe.” And I can hear the smile in the jerk’s voice. “I just like listening to you ramble when you get nervous.”

“You’re such an asshole. Next time, can you at least do it when I have clothes on or, at the bare minimum, am under a blanket?”

“I can’t make any promises.” He climbs out of the bed and stops to let his gaze travel down the length of my body once more. “But I do like that you said there will be a next time.”

“Don’t be all sexy and sweet when I’m trying to be irritated with you!” I call to his back as he walks into the bathroom.

“Keyword was ‘trying.’” He reappears in the doorway, still naked, only missing the condom I’m assuming he flushed. “So, what do you say, Miss Harper? Are we going steady now?”