Savannah just stares at my cock, her eyes wide, and I realize even though I f**ked her brilliantly yesterday, she’s never had a clear look at my completely nude form before. I can tell by the look on her face that she likes it, and I have to restrain myself not to fall on top of her.
“You’re stunning,” she says reverently, and my knees almost buckle from her praise.
“Will you touch yourself?” she whispers. Even though her words are barely audible, they are delivered with command. I have no clue where Savannah learned how to say these things, or where this boldness is coming from, but I’m becoming powerless against it. I think I may do anything she asks of me.
My hand almost rises to do her bidding, then I shake my head and blink away the fog. I give her a dark smile and reach down to one of her booted feet. Squeezing her calf underneath the soft leather, I tell her, “Not another word out of that beautiful mouth of yours. I’m in control.”
“But—”
“Not another word,” I tell her with a hard stare and squeeze her leg. “If you do, I’m going to stuff my c**k in your mouth to keep you quiet.”
Savannah’s eyes close and her body shudders in pleasure over the thought. I have to bite the inside of my cheek until I almost draw blood to stop myself from crawling up her body and doing just what I threatened.
When her eyes open back up, she just nods at me and keeps her lips sealed firmly shut.
16
All I can think about, at this very moment, is sucking on Gavin’s cock. His threat to shut me up by putting it in my mouth causes lust to course through me, and I can feel heavy wetness between my legs. I’ve never given a man a b**w j*b before… never wanted to. Not until this very moment. I briefly think about pushing up off the bed and latching my mouth on to him.
That would show the supremely confident Gavin Cooke, who seems content to put me in a narrow category, what he’s dealing with.
The only thing that stops me is the promise in his eyes that he is going to deliver something to me that is going to probably shatter me to pieces. I’m quite sure… when we’re both done and spent… I won’t ever be the same.
So I hold my tongue, hopeful that it will have a chance to lash at that beautiful piece of velvet and steel at some time in the future.
I feel so beautiful… so wanton… so free, as I lay here on the bed, fully clothed while the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on stands before me utterly naked. He’s almost blinding in his magnificence, and the darkness that seems to coat a good portion of his character attracts me as much as his physique and beautiful face.
I was so confused last night when he left me. I was sure he wanted me… wanted to make love… fuck me again, whatever you call it. A man like Gavin has urges that I know he gives in to over and over again.
It was almost demoralizing when he stepped away, but when he told me I was doing everything right, it made sense to me. I was being me, and Gavin was attracted to that. It didn’t matter if I was a heroine or not. There was something about me that had caught his eye, and I was going to see where it took us both.
Gavin unzips one boot and pulls it off, before doing the same to the other. He quickly takes off the thick, wool socks I’m wearing and tosses them casually aside.
His gaze comes to mine and his gray eyes are so dark, they almost seem black.
“You can’t imagine the things I want to do to you, Savannah.”
He says my name… not Sweet, and it’s almost like a prayer. I sigh with contentment.
Leaning over the bed, he slips a finger under the waistband of my jeans and strokes my skin. “So soft,” he murmurs.
I wait for him to take my pants off but instead, his hand comes up and grips my sweater at the center of my chest. He pulls on the material, bringing my upper body off the bed. He slowly lifts me up until I’m sitting straight, and then he keeps pulling me toward his face.
He kisses me again, hard and rough, and when our tongues touch, he groans in my mouth. I groan back.
His hands swiftly pull my sweater up and over my head, my brain mentally calculating the lingerie I chose to wear. I don’t have much in the way of sexy, but I’m relieved when I remember I put on a pretty, matching set… taupe lace bra and bikini panties.
He tosses my sweater aside and stares at the swells of my breast as they heave within my bra. His fingers come to the edge, and he slowly pulls the lace down until my ni**les pop free. The material scraping causes them to form into hard, little knots, and I moan over the sensation.
“Christ, your br**sts are perfect,” Gavin growls. Then his hands are under my armpits, lifting me straight off the bed and up into the air. My own hands come to rest on his biceps as he lifts me, bringing one breast to his mouth where he latches on and sucks at a nipple so hard that I cry out in desperation.
Gavin groans as he sucks at me, and then softly licks his tongue over the hard pebble to alleviate the sting. He turns his face to my other breast, holding me up in his powerful arms, and my head falls backward weakly.
He licks at my other nipple, sometimes sucking softly, sometimes hard, and then he bites at me gently, causing my whole body to jerk as I’m suspended above the bed in his hold.
“Need to taste you more,” Gavin murmurs as he lowers me back down. “Need my face between your legs. Need you on my tongue. Have you ever had a man’s tongue inside of you, Sweet?”
Oh, God. His words… his filthy, filthy words. They cause my body to shudder, my head to go dizzy, and my legs to clamp tightly together.