Sugar on the Edge (20 page)

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 nipples pop free. The material scraping causes them to form into hard, little knots, and I moan over the sensation.

“Christ, your breasts 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.

“Have you, Sweet?” he asks gently as he unzips my jeans and pulls them off my legs. My head shakes side to side, even as my eyes stray to his erection, which, impossibly, seems even larger than before. I note the pearly liquid seeping from the end, and my mouth waters to taste it. I actually start to sit up off the bed, but Gavin’s hand pushes against my chest again to keep me pinned down. “Don’t even think about it, love. Not before I get my chance.”

Gavin’s fingers hook into the edges of my panties at my hipbones and he drags the lace down my legs, tossing them to the floor. He never makes a move to undo my bra, the cups still folded below the swells of my aching breasts.

Lowering his hands to the inside of my legs, Gavin spreads them apart, and I can’t help but be a little shy under his bold gaze. His fingers drag up my inner thighs until they reach my center, and he carefully spreads me apart for his perusal. His thumbs move inward to stroke me softly, spreading my wetness around. Cocking one wrist, he slips a thumb inside of me, arching it downward and pressing against my inner walls. My hips shoot off the bed, and he laughs at me softly.

He removes his thumb and brings it to his mouth, licking me off the pad and closing his eyes in pleasure. “Fuck, you taste good… sweet. Like honey.”

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me, knowing without a doubt he’s making a play on words with his new book heroine. Or is she an anti-heroine? I can’t remember at this point.

Reaching down to my ankles, Gavin steps slightly away from the bed and drags me with him, so that my butt rests on the edge. He then kneels down on my carpet, his face so close to me that I can feel his warm breath as it rushes over and cools the wetness between my legs.

His hands push my legs further apart, and then his hands come up to spread me open again. He blows softly over me, and I shiver.

“You’re glistening for me, Sweet,” he says reverently. “Going to drink up every bit of you.”

“Yes, please.” I sigh, and then my eyes snap to his because he told me to keep my mouth shut. Images of him lifting me up and pushing my face over his cock fill me, and then I shudder.

He laughs at me softly again and says, “It’s okay, love. I want to hear you now. Don’t hold back.”

Gavin then dips his face down and softly covers me with his mouth. His tongue pushes at my center, straight into me, and my hands practically slam against his head to hold him in place. He moves his face side to side, sliding his tongue in opposite directions, massaging me all over.

“Mmmm,” he groans against my warm flesh. “I could do this all day, Sweet. Fucking gorge myself on you.”

His words rumble over my sensitive skin, and he pushes his entire mouth against me harder. I cry out, the pleasure rippling through me. I’ve never felt anything like it before and my hips circle and gyrate, demanding more.

He gives it to me. Long, slow licks alternated with quick flicks against my clit. He pushes his tongue in and out of me, even raising his face and rubbing me with his chin. My entire body is on fire, my muscles clenched so hard I feel like the tendons will snap, and then he puts his mouth right over my clit and pulses his tongue over it. Faster, and faster, and harder. He adds one finger, then two… then, oh, God… three, pumping them in and out while his tongue flutters over me with speed and determination.

My lower back tightens, a molten throb starts between my legs, and then it spirals up my spine. The pressure inside of me builds. I squeeze my eyes shut, and it hums with fever. Then it releases… bursting so hot and hard that my entire body bucks off the mattress and a scream tears out of my throat. It goes on and on… the orgasm… my scream… and Gavin never stops moving his tongue against me. I raise my legs up wildly even as another burst of pleasure pulses through me, then I dig my heels into the mattress and cry out again as another orgasm rips me open.

But Gavin doesn’t stop. He presses his face into me harder and groans, lashing at me with his tongue, his fingers still tunneling in and out of me. He raises his mouth up just a tad, just enough to growl against me, “One more, Savannah. Give me one more.”

He’s relentless, frantically moving his lips and tongue over me, in me, out of me… raising his mouth every so often to urge me onward… upward. “Come again, Sweet. I fucking need you to come again. I want you destroyed by my tongue.”

And he destroys me again, this time a slower burst but no less powerful. My entire body quakes and tears spill warmly down my cheeks, as a long moan pours out of my mouth. My fingers are latched onto his head. I flex and swivel my hips, mashing myself against his mouth to draw out every last bit of pleasure he’s dealing me.

When one last, but strong shudder works its way through me, Gavin finally lifts his mouth. It’s glistening wet, and his eyes are heavy and languid. He stares at me, almost in fascination, and his lips curve upward. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says quietly, his hands going to my legs and stroking me softly.

I’m utterly spent… boneless… not an ounce of strength left in me.

Gavin slowly stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Bending over me slightly, he cups the back of my thighs with his big hands and lifts my legs up. Then he pulls them open wide while I just watch him in fascination. He stares at me between my legs and leans forward a bit. My ass is still hanging on the edge of the bed, and I start to scoot backward to give him some room to come up here with me.

He just shakes his head and says, “Don’t move.”

Leaning forward a bit more, Gavin pushes on the backs of my thighs, pushing them closer to my chest until my ass raises up just a tiny bit. He steps in closer, releasing one leg and grabbing his cock. His eyes never leave my pussy as he guides himself to me. Dipping his legs a bit, he angles his hips and places himself at my core. I can feel just how wet I am when he rubs the head of his erection against me. When he taps his cock against my clit, a mini burst of pleasure courses through me, and I groan.

“Going to fuck you now, Sweet,” he warns me, but it’s not needed. I’m aching with the need for him to take me, and I answer by tilting my hips so I rub against him.

Gavin hisses between his teeth and then leans over me, pushing inside of me just an inch. He’s huge… a wide, long, lovely hardness that feels so silky soft at the same time. His eyes close briefly, then open again, and he pushes in just a bit more.

“Christ, you’re tight. So wet, hot, and tight, and I think I’m going to die,” he says.

For all the carnal rage that has been happening these past several minutes, his words are so solemn that I get the feeling he’s experiencing something that is solitary and foreign.

Of course, this is all solitary and foreign to me, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

His eyes lift to mine and we stare at each other, a silent understanding between us that after he pushes all the way in—after he completes his possession—that things aren’t going to be the same for either one of us. Whether we are together or apart, whether this never happens again, this will be an amazingly, unique experience for both of us.

My hand reaches up and, for the first time, I touch him. On his lower abdomen, just below his navel. I trail my fingers lightly over his skin, fingering the coarse hair that starts there and moves down in a blazing glory to the massive erection that’s a quarter sunk between my legs.

“Give it all to me,” I tell him… in a soft command, but a command nonetheless. “All of it.”

Gavin groans and then pushes all the way into me, all the way down, down, down until his pelvis is mashed against mine. His chest heaves in and out, but his eyes never leave me.

“Do you feel that, Sweet?”

“Yes,” I murmur, because I feel every inch of him.

“Did you feel that exact moment?” he asks, almost urgently.

“I felt it,” I reassure him.

Because I felt it to the absolute center of my soul. The moment that he just completely possessed me, when his body grabbed ahold of mine and laid claim to it. When he just ruined me for anything else.

I felt it. He felt it.

It was beautiful and scorching, and I’m terrified over what it all means.

Gavin starts moving inside of me, luxurious strokes, and I can feel him branding every inch of me. He holds my legs spread, still standing flat-footed on the floor but leaning over me to get just the right angle. He hits me deep, over and over again. His movements are measured, his pace quickening. I note the way the muscles on the side of his neck strain and the lines of tension around his mouth tighten. His brow furrows inward, but his eyes look pained with the need to release.

He fucks me harder… faster, angling his body over me so he’s tunneling down and in, back out again, then oh so deep once more.

It’s beautiful, it’s freeing, it’s everything I ever wanted from a man before, but never really knew existed.

Gavin surprises me by moving his arms under my lower back, raising a knee to the bed, and lifting me slightly. He moves his entire body, cradling mine with it, and laying me back down into the middle of my mattress. His hips never miss a beat, continuing his rhythm. His hands come to my face, and he kisses me while he fucks me. His tongue moves slower than the beat of his cock within me, and I’m so overwhelmed by sensation that I miss the rumbling climax start in my center once again.

It pulses over me, through my body, and my legs come up to wrap around Gavin’s hips. He goes harder… impossibly hard, and I cry out as I become lost in a sea of pleasurable release.

Gavin thrusts forcefully into me… one last time, raising his body up, supported by his palms flat on the mattress. He looks directly at me, goes absolutely still, and whispers, “I’m coming, Sweet. I’m coming just for you.”

Then he shudders hard and squeezes his eyes shut. His arms give away and he falls on top of me, his hips now shallowly pumping between my legs as he groans into the hair on the side of my head.

“Just for you,” he whispers again before he goes completely still and lets out a huge breath of air against me.