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He sucks on my other breast once more before pulling away. My arms fall to my sides. I open my eyes and see the gloss of desire in his as he lifts the bottom part of my dress up. He pulls my panties off, then fades from view.
I see only the top of his head as he settles between my legs. I hold my breath, squeeze my eyes shut, and grip the rug as I prepare myself for what’s about to come.
His skillfully wicked tongue.
It brushes against the soft folds of my skin and I shiver. It enters me and my mind spins. The breath I’ve been holding escapes me in a sharp gasp.
His tongue feels so hot inside me, burning me from the inside out. I begin to melt.
When his tongue leaves that cavern and brushes against my nub, I feel like I’ve been scorched with a piece of smoldering coal. My body jerks and I start to writhe.
“Shit!”
My fingers grip his hair. Whether I want to keep him there or push him away, I don’t know. This sensation has always baffled me. It’s too much and yet not enough. It’s pleasure and it’s torture. It’s so good that it almost feels like a sin.
My mind turns to mush as more curses escape my lips between moans. My knees rise. My thighs trap his head but move away when his beard starts to tickle. My toes dig into the rug.
Gavin licks my nub over and over, fast and slow and faster. My fever rises. The haze around me thickens. With a cry, I surrender, throwing my head back. My body trembles all over as I’m swept away. Air leaves my lungs as all thought flees from my head.
Everything seems to have happened so quickly, and yet I recover slowly. By the time I have the strength to open my eyes, Gavin is kneeling between my legs. He grabs a pillow and slips it beneath me. Then he gives me a quick kiss before gripping my thighs.
His thick cock enters me slowly this time. My fingers grip the rug anew as I let out a soft moan.
Even after what happened last time, which is slowly becoming a blur in my head, I can’t bring myself to hate this. I just love the feeling of Gavin’s cock carving a sheath inside me. I love how he sets off sparks in spots where I never knew there could be sparks. I love the way his body connects with mine.
He may be a man and I a woman. He may be older than me. He may be richer. But like this, we are equals. We are one.
Gavin starts to move. I close my eyes and savor the pleasure from each of his thrusts. I realize he’s being gentle, probably because my belly is getting bigger, probably because he wants to treat me better than last time.
But he’s being too gentle.
I want more.
I grip his shoulders and move my hips against him. He holds them still.
“Shh. My self-control is hanging by a thread as it is,” he confesses hoarsely.
The knowledge sends my heart racing. Fresh heat flows through my veins.
I give him a mischievous grin as I touch his cheek. “So let it fall.”
I squeeze him with all my might. He grunts.
“Well, if you’re going to clench me like that, I won’t be able to move at all.”
“You’ll move, then?” I relax. “Because it seems like- ”
The rest of my sentence vanishes as Gavin starts to move faster. Never mind. He got the message anyway.
I throw my arms over my head and close my eyes. I press my mouth against one arm to muffle my cries as Gavin pounds into me but then let them out freely as I throw my head back. I can feel the pleasure rising once more, steadily. With each thrust, I get closer and closer to the edge.
I fall.
“Gavin!” I cry out his name as I shatter to pieces. My back arches and my fingers and toes curl.
Vaguely, I feel Gavin still moving, still pounding into me. Then he gives a particularly deep thrust and stops. For a moment, he stays still. The sound of his heavy breathing echoes mine.
Then he pulls out. I’m still recovering, so I just lie there on the rug. He picks me up and sets me down on the couch. When I open my eyes, I find eyes filled with concern staring down at me.
“Are you alright?” Gavin asks me.
I manage a smile, which fades when I hear my stomach grumble. I cover my face as I blush in embarrassment.
“That’s not the baby, is it?”
I peek between my palms and throw him a frown. “No. That’s my appetite. It’s been growing with my tummy.”
“Of course it is.” He glances in the direction of the kitchen. “Shall I tell Enrico to serve us a feast right here?”
