He did as she asked, kissing her deeply, without restraint. And as she kissed him back, she wrapped her leg around his hip, bringing their bodies even closer so that the tip of his dick rubbed against her in a way that made her gasp. Her eyes were half closed as the sensation radiated throughout her core. She knew that was just a tiny taste of how good he could make her feel and she pressed against him once more.
This was a turning point, one where she wanted to be the aggressor for once. He’d been so patient with her up until now and she wanted to show him just how much she desired him. It was time to let go of her inhibitions and give in to the intense connection they'd found with each other. She rocked her hips against his once more.
“Keep doing that,” he murmured between kisses. “Let that feeling in you build up.”
When he’d asked her before if she had ever had an orgasm by her own hand, she’d admitted that despite some explorations, she hadn’t reached what she thought was the peak. He’d replied that he was ready to guide her to and over the top of that peak whenever she was ready.
He palmed her breast over her bra, toying with her rigid nipple through the thin material. She quickly released the clasp and helped him pull it off. She watched as his eyes devoured her, his own breathing quickening. He drew his fingers over the swell of one breast, then the other before rolling a nipple between his fingers and drawing another gasp from her. And then he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. The sucking and biting combination was foreign but felt so good that she was disappointed when he stopped.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said and grabbed her hip so he could push harder between her legs. They both still wore their underwear, but what he was doing made heat rush to her cheeks. He kissed her, his tongue moving with hers in a rhythm that matched the way he pressed his dick against her.
“Oh,” she said softly while digging her fingernails into his bicep. “Oh, Gavin.”
“That’s right, darlin’. Let go. Just look at me and let go.”
She met his eyes just as her body jolted with an orgasm so strong that it felt like it was going to turn her inside out. And then she went limp, dropping her head against his neck as she tried to recover herself.
At the same time, he held her tightly to him, running his hand through her hair over and over again. “I am the luckiest man alive to be the first to give you that pleasure.”
Her hair had fallen partially over her face and she peeked at him through it, smiling. “What do we do now?”
“Unless you have a condom, I think I’m out of options. I didn’t come prepared for this … magnificence.”
She laughed. “Can’t I help you?” She pulled at his boxers. “I mean, if you show me how to touch you?”
“Really?”
She nodded. “I want you to feel like I just did. I want to be the one to make you feel that good.”
With her kneeling braless beside him, eagerly working him with both of her hands, it didn’t take long for him to enjoy his own release.
“How was it?” she asked.
He opened his eyes and smiled deliriously. “Fucking fantastic.”
There were tissues on the nightstand, and she handed him several. Once he’d cleaned up, she straddled him and then pressed her naked torso to his. He grabbed her backside, now enjoying the freedom they had with each other.
“You know, before, when I said I was in a black mood?” he asked. “Well, now I’m in the lightest, brightest mood possible, thanks to you, darlin’.”
She smiled and wiggled her hips against him. “So this is all it takes?”
“It’s you. It’s having you in my life that makes all the difference.”
“Oh god,” she moaned and dropped her head.
“What?”
“I just wish I was eighteen, not sixteen.”
He stroked her hair. “Why?”
She looked at him. “Because then I could do whatever I please.”
Smiling and stroking her cheek, he said, “And what pleases you, Sophie?”
“Staying here with you forever. I never want to leave.”
“We won’t talk about that, will we? We won’t even allow the idea of you going back to America. All right?”