Page 70 of Not Safe For Work

“I umm…I don’t have a condom. I really didn’t think this was going to happen.” He grins, a shy little quirk of his mouth.

“Didn’t you see the intimacy kit in the bathroom?” I ask.

“No...they have condoms?”

“Yep!” I jump out of bed and realize my heels are still on. I either look ridiculous or like a porn star, but my post-orgasm glow has me feeling way too good to care. I even swish my hips a little as I walk away from the bed and I hear him grunt out a few curses, making me grin.

I find the kit in the bathroom, full of condoms and small tubes of lube and I grab a foil packet before running back to the bed.

Overly confident, and way too eager, I pull Gavin’s pants off before climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. Andmaybe it’s the heels, or just how he affects me, but I’m feeling so hot that I rip open the condom with my teeth.

He’s staring up at me with an open mouth like I’m his favorite dessert just out of reach. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life, until I realize, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You’ve never put one on before?” he asks.

I shake my head but keep it held high, still feeling too good to be ashamed by my lack of experience.

He bites his lip and reaches up to kiss me gently. “I’ll show you.”

And I like this even better. The way he is so patient with me is one of my favorite things about him. Gavin Scott, sex teacher, is almost too much. He doesn’t just guide me to put it on; he shows me exactly how he likes to be touched.

“Do you see how hard you make me?” He grips my hand and glides it along his shaft. “Only you, Olivia.”

He reaches up for my shoulders like he’s ready to flip us, but I ask if I can be on top.

“I want to try it with you.” I’ve never enjoyed it before, but something tells me it could be different with him. Everything feels different with Gavin.

“You want to ride me, Sparkles?”

I bite my lip and grin at him. I really, really do.

In lightning speed, he repositions us and enters me slowly. I sink down, taking him deeper and deeper until I’m fully seated. I exhale, letting myself adjust to the feel of him inside me. Once I start to roll my hips, he groans and grabs my ass, helping me find the right rhythm.

His breathing quickens and his cheeks flush. I love being the one affecting him like this, but the position still isn’t working for me.

“Lean back,” he orders, stilling my hips.

“What?”

“I know what it looks like when you’re enjoying yourself. Let me make it good for you.” He pushes up to balance on his forearms. “Lean back. Hold on to my legs.”

I follow his instructions and tilt at the waist until I feel an entirely new sensation in my core. This angle feels incredible, and I start to rock my hips again out of sheer need.

“Just like that, Sparkles. Don’t stop until you come.”

One of his hands still rests on my hip, guiding each movement and thrust, but the other floats between us and finds my center.

He circles and circles my sensitive skin, before adding even more pressure with his thumb. And then he pinches me.

I whimper and throw my head back, feeling that perfect pressure start to build in me again. Every muscle in my core tightens. Even my legs are begging me to let them squeeze shut. I flex anything I can, searching for some kind of relief.

“Fuck, Olivia. Do that again.” Gavin’s eyes are locked on me, more piercing than usual. I clench my muscles and watch his head roll back.

The hand on my hip slides to my back and he runs his nails down my spine. The touch is so featherlight, almost ticklish, but it makes my back bow and hips push forward even more.

He pinches me again, sending every one of my nerves into overdrive.

I ride each wave higher and higher until I shatter completely.

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