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It delighted my senses every bit as much as having Gavin's hand on my face did.
“Sweet little Josie doesn't even know how sexy she is,” he whispered, his voice low. “Believe me when I tell you that you are, indeed, very sexy.”
I opened my eyes at last, finally able to bring myself to look at his face as he spoke. And what I saw took my breath away. He was drinking me in with his eyes, savoring every last square inch of me, and from the curl of his mouth, I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing. The look of undisguised lust in his eyes set a fire burning between my thighs.
He ran the tip of a finger down my face, trailing it down my neck, and finally to my cleavage. My nipples were hard, pressing against the bra, and he found them with his hands, circling the tip of his fingers around them. My insides tightened even more, and I whimpered softly. No one had touched me there before. Nobody had ever explored my body the way he was doing it. Most of the men I'd had encounters with—as brief as they were—simply wanted to get right to it. No foreplay, just straight to the sex. Not Gavin, though. He was taking his time and was
exploring me with a gentle touch. He was naked from the waist down, and I knew he wanted to be inside me, but the focus wasn't on him or his needs. No, the focus was entirely on me. He took his time with me, and my body reacted to his touch in ways I didn't know was possible.
“Lie back,” he said.
Without hesitation, as if he had some kind of a mind control over me, I did as I was told—partially on the bed, partially off. Gavin fell to his knees in front of me, and I could hardly see him over the mounds of my breasts, but I could feel him. I felt him slip my panties down my thighs before peeling them off me altogether.
My heart raced, and I was trembling, knowing I was bare down there, and he was seeing me completely exposed. I laid there, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous, wishing I had shaved or had done something to make myself more presentable. But if Gavin minded or found me unpresentable in any way, he didn't let it show.
He dove between my lips with an eagerness that caused me to gasp. He kissed me down below with every bit as much vigor as he'd kissed my mouth. I gasped when I felt his mouth on me, felt him sucking ever so gently on my clit. My body arched upward from the bed and I cried out, experiencing sensations I'd never felt before. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he held me in place while he buried his tongue inside me.
I groaned, loudly, as I grabbed hold of the bedding, gripping it tightly as finally, I felt what it was like to have something other than a toy inside me. And it was glorious.
I ground myself against him, but Gavin kept a tight hold on me, not letting me get very far or move all that much. His tongue slipped in and out of me, licking and tasting me, his mouth expertly moving across my most sensitive parts. It felt like my skin was on fire as he moved to my clit, teasing and circling it, before driving his tongue back inside me. I thrashed my head side to side, waves of sensation washing over me. My head was spinning, and conscious thought seemed to be fleeing my mind.
As he kept working me with his mouth, my insides began ache for him. For all of him. I wanted him inside me in the worst way possible.
Not just his tongue, but all of him. I wanted it. Needed it.
“Please…” I begged, unsure of what I was asking for exactly.
“Please what?” he asked.
He raised himself up enough that he could look me in the eyes. His mouth and face were wet and glistening, covered in my juices, and that only got me hotter. Wetter. Made the flames of desire inside me burn even brighter.
“Please, Gavin. I—I'm so close,” I whimpered.
“Do you want to come, my pet?” he asked.
He gave me that sultry little smile again as his finger took up where his tongue left off. He slipped a thick digit inside me, moving it around in ways and reaching spots my vibrator never could.
Jesus Christ, I thought to myself. We weren't even to the sex yet, and my body was on the verge of exploding.
“Yes,” I muttered, my eyes flickering open and shut as I reveled in the sensations going on inside me.
“Good,” he growled. “Because you're going to come over and over again for me. You are going to come so fucking hard for me, Josie. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he thrust two fingers roughly inside me, setting off a bomb of sensation in my pussy.
“I need you to say it.”
“I want to come,” I cried out. “Please, yes. I want to come so bad.”
“What else do you want?”
I was having a hard time focusing, but I remembered what he'd told me to say earlier when we were in the elevator. I remembered he said we'd work on it. That I needed to be better for him. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty to him, to say things I wasn't comfortable saying. Words I'd never said to any man before.
My cheeks flared with color again as I recalled his words—words he wanted me to say. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again. He arched an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.
“I—I want you to—”
“Yes?” he said, giving my clit a lick as he continued looking up at me, that look of expectation on his face.
