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Suddenly, I experience a strong need to ask for something I've never wanted before. "Talk dirty to me, Gavin."
"Only if you call me Gav. That's my nickname, and I need to hear you calling me that while we fuck."
"All right, Gav. Talk dirty, please."
He molds his hands to my breasts and massages them slowly. "Feel free to beg all you want, baby."
I arch my back slightly, needing to feel his hands more firmly grasping my flesh. When he flicks his fingertip over my nipple, I gasp.
"You have the most beautiful tits in the world." He lies down beside me and resumes tracing his hands over my skin. "I'd love to pull one of those rosy peaks into my mouth and suckle until you start writhing. But I need to get you so turned on that your cream will be dribbling down your inner thighs."
"Oh, Gav, please do that."
He pets my mound, splaying his fingers through the hairs there. "Ah, fuck, Jamie. I can smell your cream now. Thought it would take longer, but you got wet right away. I love that about you. But I wanna see how drenched I can get you by using only my hands."
"Och, I'm begging you, do that to me."
Gavin glides his palms up and down my skin, covering every inch in slow increments. He begins with my throat, where he splays his fingers over my flesh and teases me with the tips. I wriggle and gasp. He drags that hand down my breastbone, all the way to the edge of my mound.
"Your skin is so damn soft, it's like silk." His voice has dropped to a husky murmur that makes me shiver a wee bit. "Need to spread your legs and push my head between them so I can lap up every little bit of your juices. I already know you taste like honey and cream and caramel."
Gavin slides his hand between my thighs but doesn't touch my folds or my mound. Instead, he runs his palm down one leg and back up the other, his touch so delicate that it heightens my desire even more. I'm almost shaking from the need to have him inside me.
"I changed my mind. Please fuck me now, Gav. Cannae stand this any longer, need you inside me."
"Oh, thank goodness. My dick's about to explode."
Though I successfully fight off the impulse to laugh at that statement, I can't stop myself from smiling. He seemed so relieved, and it was utterly adorable. But I won't tell him that. Not yet. Maybe after we shag.
But I do need to remind him of something. "Condom?"
"Shit, yeah, of course. Almost forgot again, didn't I?" He leaps up to find his clothes and get the condom. Then he joins me on the sleeping bag again, now straddling my body. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. But more than that, you're the kindest, sweetest woman and one tough chick when it comes to dealing with your brother. You are amazing, Jamie."
Gavin lowers himself onto his elbows, placing his body in full contact with mine. He carefully avoids crushing me with his heavier weight. Then he begins to slide his length inside me little by little, brushing his lips across mine and exhaling his heated breath over my mouth. The friction of his skin against mine makes my heart beat faster even while his leisurely movements relax me. It seems contradictory, yet it's what I feel. No man has ever made love to me like this.
No one except Gavin.
I glide my hands up and down his back while I spread my thighs to give him more room. He gazes into my eyes unwaveringly, and I gaze into his in the same way. It's a sort of connection I've never experienced before, and I love it. I bend my knees, grazing my nails up and down his back as I lift my hips in a gentle rhythm to push his cock deeper inside me. Gavin groans deeply, his eyes drifting half closed. I close my eyes too, so I can revel in every sensation. I've grown even wetter with every passing second, so much so that I can hear the faint sucking sound as he takes my body.
He scrunches up his face. "Wanted to go slow, need to go faster."
"Anything you need. Just do it."
Gavin raises onto his straight arms and starts pumping into me with more force, though he still keeps the pace measured. Moment by moment, inch by inch, he speeds up his thrusts. I grip his biceps and lock my ankles behind his erse, holding on while he punches into me harder and faster until my body begins to slide up and down on the flat surface.
Wild, incoherent cries tumble from my lips.
He grits his teeth, and his lips peel back, as if he needs to come so badly that it hurts. I feel the same desperate need for release. With his cock pummeling me, I can't stop my body from pushing me over the edge. A long, keening cry spills from my lips and gradually rises in pitch and volume until it becomes a shrill scream. My inner muscles pulsate around him as I come, and suddenly, I've lost my voice. Can't breathe either. As he pounds into me a few more times, letting out harsh yells in time with his thrusts, I suddenly regain my voice enough to release a single cry.
"Gavin!"
Then we both collapse. He falls on top of me, but immediately shifts about as if he means to roll off my body.
I wrap my arms round him. "Dinnae move yet. I love the weight of you on top of me."
"Okay, I'll stay put. Let me know if I get too heavy for you."
"Gavin, you are the sweetest man in the world."
