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Slowly, he lowered his head and ghosted his mouth across mine. It was the barest touch, but the match had been lit. I pulled him down to me, and opened my mouth, licking at his lips, drawing his tongue inside. It was as though he’d been waiting for permission. We both became desperate for the other. I yanked his belt off and scrambled to unbutton his pants. Gareth’s hands wandered, squeezing and kneading my breast through my dress. I gasped against his mouth at the touch.
“More,” I begged wrapping a leg around him, my heel digging into his ass, grinding my pelvis against his erection. I needed him to touch me. My skin was burning up. He grabbed the hem of my dress and bunched the fabric up, his hand gliding along my skin until, at last, he reached my center. He shoved aside my soaking wet panties, and he groaned.
“God, you’re so wet.” His touch skated along my slit, gathering the moisture, teasing my entrance, before sliding a single finger inside me. It wasn’t enough. My hands ran up and down his back beneath his shirt. His muscles twitched beneath my fingertips. I explored the hills and valleys while he added a second finger. I clutched down on the digits, trying to pull them deeper inside.
“Gareth, please,” I begged.
He looked down at me. “Are you sure?”
Was he insane? I reached between us and grasped his cock. “Does that answer your question?”
He groaned again. “Yes, ma’am.”
I wiggled my hips so he could pull my underwear down. Reaching into his wallet, he grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and slid it down his length. He quickly returned to me and with only the briefest hesitation, he slid his cock inside. My breath caught at the slight sting.
“You okay?” he whispered against my sweat slicked forehead.
“Definitely. More than okay.” I needed him to move.
With a slow start, Gareth began thrusting, gliding through my wetness. I met him with an upward push of my pelvis trying to generate friction against my clit. He understood my need, because he reached between us, and rubbed the bundle of nerves. His movements quickened and he picked up the pace. I stayed right with him, my dress bunched up around my waist and his pants dangling around his ankles. It was hurried, both of us chasing the high of release.
“Harder,” I choked out, almost there.
He moved to kiss my neck and tangled his fingers in my hair, unintentionally pulling it. More wetness poured from me at the slight sting of pain.
“Oh, god, do that again,” I moaned against cheek.
“What, this?” He tugged on my hair again, and I gasped.
“Fuck.” I bit my lip.
My reaction ignited something in Gareth. He pounded inside me, going deeper with each thrust. It created a delicious friction and my body tightened. Within minutes, my orgasm crashed over me, and I screamed out his name. His body froze after a final push and he held utterly still, his seed shooting out and filling the condom. He collapsed half on top of me, our breathing harsh in the air.
“Oh, my god.”
He reared back in fear. “Are you okay?”
I cupped his cheek. “That was amazing.”
His look of relief was almost comical. Then a huge grin spread across his face. “You were pretty incredible yourself.”
My head ducked with a sudden shyness, and he sat up, dragging me with him. “Let me take care of this.”
Gareth shucked off his pants and disappeared down the hall into the bathroom. While he was gone, I smoothed down my dress although it was almost pointless. He returned, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me. We broke apart and I laid my head on his shoulder. We sat like that until I felt myself drifting off. My eyes grew heavier until I was almost asleep.
I had the vague recollection of being carried down the hall and laid on the bed. A warm body curled behind me, and I snuggled back against it before completely fading away.
Chapter 8
Gareth
I laid on my side,propped on my elbow, gazing at the woman next to me. I’d been watching Livvie sleep since I woke up twenty minutes ago. Her features glowed in the morning sunlight filtering through the window. She looked so peaceful with her hands tucked beneath her cheek. Like an angel. We’d made love again sometime in the middle of the night, slow and easy.
I’d taken my time and kissed my way up and down her body. I had her writhing under my tongue until she’d cried for mercy. For most of the night, she’d been pressed up against my side, her leg between mine, arm slung over my chest, her breath soft against my skin. Livvie was still close, but not plastered against me. I missed the feel of her, the heat of her. Her breathing changed, and her eyelashes fluttered until she slowly opened her eyes. A sleepy smile crossed her face.
“You’re staring,” she greeted me with a still drowsy voice.
“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.” I kept my voice low. “Did you sleep okay?”
