Page 181 of Into These Eyes
“You want me to touch you,” he murmurs against my skin, “so feel it.”
Torturously slow, barely there fingertips descend in circles down my back, then over one butt cheek, then the other, the sensation so intense, it borders on painful. When I groan, he cups my arse and squeezes before sliding a firm palm up to the nape of my neck. With the tip of one finger, he traces my spine straight down to my tailbone, then further, skating between my cheeks, teasing me when he stops just shy of where I want him.Instinctively, I try to lift my hips, but his heavy thigh keeps me pinned to the mattress.
A deep, throaty rumble washes over my skin as he grazes his soft beard down my back, kissing my sensitive flesh all the way to my arse. Then, with a gentle bite, he sinks his teeth into one cheek and sucks hard. The thought of him marking me, making me his, has my fingers clutching the sheets as I shamelessly groan.
With my entire back tingling and alive from his touch, he works his mouth up my spine until his lips reach my ear. “I love you, J.”
Before I can catch my breath, he flips me onto my back, our eyes locked as he trails a knuckle over my stomach. Stopping at my belly button, he circles it twice before continuing his agonising, downward journey. Ever so lightly, his fingertip touches the top of my slit. And pauses. I glare at him in frustration.
His eyes sparkle with amusement and heat. “Spread for me, J.”
Desperate for his touch, I do as I’m told. With his eyes on mine, he feathers his fingertips over me, teasing me to the point of insanity. “I’m going to kill you,” I seethe.
He chuckles, then glides his fingers through me, sliding into my wetness, coating me with it until I’m moaning and writhing and desperate for more.
Thrusting his rock-hard cock against my thigh, he says, “You feel what that does to me, knowing you want me?”
“Oh, God … please, Gavin … just fuck me,” I whimper.
His eyes blaze with hunger, but he continues to touch me slowly, deliciously, watching my every reaction. Pushing a thick finger inside me, his thumb circles my clit. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to fuck. There’s only one first time, and I’m not rushing it.”
Slowly, he withdraws, then stretches me with two fingers. I arch my back as he curls them, gliding his thumb around and around my clit until I’m right on the edge.
When whimpers escape my lips, he removes his fingers at the same moment his warm body leaves my side. An animalistic growl of frustration rumbles from my throat. Giving me a cheeky grin, he reaches for a pillow, slides it beneath my backside, and kneels between my spread legs.
I watch as he fixates on the sight before him, his hot hands gliding up the inside of my thighs until his gaze locks with mine.
“You’re fucking magnificent.”
Eyes dipping between my legs, he lowers himself, his mouth consuming me, tongue licking, lips sucking me in as he buries his fingers deep. The filthy sounds he’s making have me clutching at his hair, shamelessly thrusting against his mouth, desperate for release. When his deep groan sends vibrations right through my clit, that’s the end of me. Over and over, I cry out his name until the waves of ecstasy dwindle away, leaving nothing but a panting mess.
Soft kisses pepper up my body until his mouth finds mine in a languid kiss filled with love and the taste of me. Drawing my knees up, I wrap my legs around his waist, the head of his cock sliding against my entrance, ready to so easily push inside.
With his body flush against mine and his forearms supporting his weight, he breaks the kiss, smiling as he brushes tendrils of damp hair from my forehead.
“So disappointing,” I joke.
“Tell that to my fingers,” he chuckles. “You nearly crushed them with those contractions.”
Digging my nails into his muscled back, I rock my hips and beg, “Would you please just get inside me.”
Smile fading, his eyes grow dark and serious. “So demanding.”
“I just want you. All of you.”
“And I want all of you, too. Nice and slow.”
Nuzzling his nose against mine, he shifts slightly, easing forward until I feel the head of his cock slip inside.
My hips rise up to meet him, trying to take him deeper, already excited by how good he feels. Groaning, I run my hands down his back and grab his tense arse. But when he gently thrusts forward, an intense pressure grips me. The moment I gasp at the intrusion, he immediately pulls back.
“J? Look at me.”
Having no idea I’d scrunched my eyes closed, I open them and stare into his worried gaze.
“We can stop anytime you want, we don’t have to—”
“No!” I say too harshly. “I mean, don’t you dare. We’re doing this.”
