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“Have you always kept your hair short?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I lie.
“Let it grow out. You’re forbidden to cut it from now on. Is that understood?”
I want to argue with him, but I know I can’t. “Yes.”
“Good.”
His fingers travel down my back, crisscrossing over my spine. They’re feather-light, and still I shiver.
When they stop just above the crevice separating the cheeks of my ass, I tense. I hold my breath as he drags them lower, but he stops and squeezes my cheeks instead.
I let out a breath, but my relief quickly fades as I feel Gavin’s chest pressed against my back. His hand grips my hip.
His other hand moves over my face and finds my mouth. His fingers trace my lips. He licks the back of my ear and I gasp. His index finger slips inside my mouth and brushes against my tongue.
As he continues to trace my lobe with just the tip of his tongue, he slips in another finger and pushes them all the way in, pinning my tongue down. His nails touch my soft palate.
“Suck,” he orders against my ear.
I wrap my lips around his fingers and obey. By now, I know that it’s my only option. Besides, it’s not like I can utter a word of protest.
As I suck on his fingers, Gavin sucks on my ear, then blows lightly on it. My knees tremble.
He does the same to the other, and the pleasure slowly creeping into my mind distracts me so that I don’t notice that his other hand has moved up until I feel it brush against the underside of my breast. I stiffen and my tongue grows still.
Gavin rests his chin on my shoulder. He peers over it, watching his fingers as they circle my swollen nipple. I feel it tingle. Heat swirls in my breasts. When he pinches my nipple, I moan. He tugs on it and I feel a surge of simultaneous pain and pleasure that makes my knees grow weak.
He alternates between pinching, tugging and rubbing my nipple as he licks my neck. My pulse quickens. Then he starts moving his fingers in and out of my mouth. My hands curl into fists and my nails dig into my palms. A moan escapes my throat as heat stirs between my legs. I feel some of it leak out.
He stops teasing my nipple and cups my breast. I feel him smirk against my shoulder.
“I think I know some of your weak spots now,” Gavin says triumphantly.
The knowledge sends a shiver of fear and excitement up my spine.
“And now, let’s see if I can find the best spot.”
He takes his fingers out of my mouth. They brush against my other nipple before dipping between my legs.
“Spread your legs,” he tells me.
I swallow and obey. His wet fingers trace the already drenched folds of my skin. They enter me and I let out a sharp breath and a soft cry.
“Soaking wet already?” he teases me. “You may have put your walls up to keep me out, but your body is opening up to me nicely and giving me a warm welcome indeed.”
He reaches in deeply as if to prove his point, brushing against a spot inside me that steals my breath and causes pleasure to burst in my veins.
Shit.
“See,” he gloats.
I recover. “I never- ”
The rest of my words vanish as Gavin withdraws his fingers only to brush them against the nub above my entrance. He teases that bud of flesh as he plays with my nipple once more. The sensations combine into one and my entire body begins to tremble. My back arches against him. My toes dig into the carpet. My hands grip his arms as my head falls back against his shoulder.
God! Shit. This is good. So g-
Suddenly, Gavin’s hands leave me. I hear myself whimper. Or was that me?
He throws me on the bed and looks down at me with smoldering eyes- all the ice has melted now- as he hurries to take off his belt and his pants. When he’s done, he climbs on top of me. The bed creaks. He captures my mouth as he spreads my legs. I feel his tongue entwine with mine as he enters me with one thrust.
I moan into his mouth. My trembling hands grip the sheets.
He starts pounding into me, his thick cock rubbing every exquisite spot inside of me, and I am lost. I throw my head back against the quilt as the pleasure overcomes me. My hips rise off the bed. My nails scrape cotton.
I pull my mouth away from Gavin’s so that I can breathe. My chest hurts from lack of air. I wait for the haze to fade, for my head to stop spinning, but it doesn’t. The waves of pleasure just keep coming, each one knocking me back down beneath the current again.
