“You wear them every day.”
“And you like my legs when I do.”
He tucked the shoes aside and started massaging the balls of her feet. This time she did moan.
“I’d like your legs if you walked around in bunny slippers.”
She laughed at that. “You would. But there’s not a chance in hell that bunny slippers are in my future. Or my shoe closet.”
“Some day you’ll be huge and pregnant and then what’ll you do? You’ll topple over in those things.” He motioned with his head toward her four-and-a-half-inch heels.
She couldn’t help but lay her hand on her stomach and make a very fervent wish that that day would come. “I’ll wear very stylish sandals. But not bunny slippers.”
Gavin raised her leg up and pressed a kiss to her ankle. “This foot would be cute in slippers.”
“Only if they’re sexy kitten-heeled ones.”
“You, my very delicious wife, have a fetish.”
“So do you, my leg-obsessed husband.”
He smoothed his hand over her calves. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
“I have a fetish for you and your sexy body.” He smoothed his hand over her dress, dragging it up and over her thighs. “And I have an obsession about your scent.”
When he kissed her inner thigh, she gasped, unable to help the sounds that escaped her throat when he dragged her underwear down her legs. Her dress was oh-so-tight and she could barely breathe in it, so the fast, in-and-out pants Gavin’s soft kisses along her inner thigh caused were only making it more difficult to catch a breath.
But she’d make any sacrifice if he’d only move his tongue closer. And when he scooted her butt to the edge of the sofa and put his mouth on her clit, she let out a whimper of sweet satisfaction.
“Oh, Gavin, yes. Right there.” He was still fully dressed, and he looked so amazingly sexy in his tux with his head buried between her legs, his mouth doing delicious things to her pu**y.
She gripped the edge of the sofa and lifted, giving him access, spreading her legs wider so he could slide his tongue along her folds. He captured the bud between his lips and sucked, and she was lost, shattering in a wild climax that left her shaking.
Then he was above her, kissing her with a deep, soulful kiss. He pulled her up and took her into the bedroom, his hand on the zipper of her dress as they made their way into the darkness of the room.
They didn’t need lights on, just the touch of their hands on each other as Gavin pulled her zipper down. She breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled off her tight dress and laid it on the chair. She turned and undid his tie while he shrugged out of his jacket and went to work on the cuff links.
“Too many parts to this tux,” she whispered, her body vibrating in anticipation of his touch.
Once his buttons were undone, she spread her hands over the warm expanse of his chest.
“I like you touching me,” he said, reaching around to unclasp her bra and remove it.
She resisted the urge to moan in relief as her br**sts spilled out. Being naked felt wonderful after feeling so restricted all day. She moved into Gavin and rubbed her br**sts over his chest.
“I’m trying to get my pants off here, and you’re distracting me,” he grumbled.
She laughed. “Well hurry up.”
He unzipped and dropped his pants, then lifted her into his arms. “You’re impatient.”
“Just a little.”
He carried her to the bed and pulled back the cover, depositing her in the middle of the bed before coming down next to her. “Is that right?”
She rolled over to face him. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to get you alone all night.”
He framed her face with his hands. “Now we’re alone. And I’m all yours.”
She reached down and grasped his c**k in her hand, stroking him. “All of you, huh?”
She raised her leg over his hip and placed the tip of his c**k at the entrance to her pu**y. He pushed and entered her, but not fully.
“Gavin,” she warned.
He gifted her with that wickedly devilish smile of his that never failed to make her shiver.
“Something you want?”
“Yeah. Your cock.”
“I love when you get demanding. Take it.”
She surged forward and slid onto his cock. Gavin gripped her hip and squeezed as she moved against him, but then he took over, thrusting ever so slowly, torturing her with his movements that never failed to make her wet, to make her pu**y clench around his cock.
“Oh, babe . . . what you do to me,” he said, spearing her again even as he swept her hair away from her face so he could kiss her.
Liz lost herself in Gavin’s kiss, in the way he moved within her, his body grinding against hers and taking her right to the peak. And when he rolled her onto her back, deepening the pressure, she wrapped her legs tight around him to hold him where she needed him.
“Yes, there,” she whispered, stroking her hands over his shoulders, tightening them on his arms when she felt her orgasm drawing near.
“That’s it, babe,” he said, deepening and quickening his strokes. He knew her so well, knew her body as well as she did, and recognized when she tightened around him that she was close to the edge. He knew just what to do to make her fall.
He slowed down, and rolled against her, rocking his body against her clit.
“Oh, yes, I’m coming.” She arched against him and shattered.
Gavin slipped his hand under her butt, gripping her tightly as the waves of her climax electrified her. And when he shuddered against her and groaned, it only served to prolong her own orgasm.
When she could breathe again, she realized they were stuck together.
“I’m a mess,” she said, sliding her fingers over his back. “I’ll need a shower before we go back downstairs.”
He rolled over and tugged her next to him. “Or . . . we could just stay here.”
She pondered the thought. “You don’t think we’d be missed?”
“I think they’ll manage just fine without us.”
It was a tempting thought. She was exhausted, and the thought of climbing back into that tight dress made her want to cry.
“Maybe we can just rest here for a few minutes. Then we’ll clean up and go back downstairs.”
“Sure, babe. Whatever you want to do.”