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It’s not long before I’m fully hard again, Abby is riding me, and I’m seeing stars, totally and completely in love with this woman.
Chapter 55
Abby
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, breathless. “I’ve never been so turned on after sex that I immediately wanted to go again.”
Intensity flashes in his eyes. “This is more than just sex for me, sweetness.”
Emotion bubbles up inside of me, lodging in my throat.
“It’s more for me too,” I say.
This is deeper, more intense. I feel it everywhere—in my heart and my body and my soul.
This is love.
Yeah, it’s filthy and hot, like every other time we’ve been together. But knowing Gavin loves me brought it to a different level—a different dimension.
I ride his hard cock slowly, savoring the way he stretches me out. I press my palms on his chest to steady myself. His massive hands wrap gently around my wrists. His touch is warm and comforting and everything I need.
My brain is operating in a blissful pleasure haze. I gaze down at him and take in the intensity in his ocean eyes. He’s looking at me like he’s in awe—like he’s in love.
My heart skids in my chest as the pleasure hikes up inside of me. Tingles fly across my skin, and my clit throbs.
I’ve never been able to come this quickly back-to-back during sex.
But with Gavin, it’s different. I feel his love for me in the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, the way he kisses me.
He leans up and captures my mouth in a desperate kiss. Softly, he teases my clit with his thumb, and my thighs tense and tremble.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls against my lips. “I crave you.”
“Me too,” I cry out.
I crave Gavin’s body, his voice, his heart, his everything.
“Come all over me, sweetness.”
That’s all it takes. Those growled words are what drive me to the edge. I explode, my pussy tensing around his cock. Orgasm crashes into me so hard and so fast that I fall over onto his chest.
Those big, warm hands brace me. They hold me up.
He’s got me. He’s always got me.
Emotion rises up my throat as I moan and whimper and cry out. He kisses me hard, growling in my mouth and tensing underneath me, filling me up.
I collapse onto his chest, panting as I catch my breath. I’m dizzy, my skin is hot, and I’ve never, ever felt this safe, this happy.
I lean up to look at him. “Hey,” I say softly.
The corner of his mouth hooks up. “Hey.”
Slowly, he lifts me off of him, then lays me on the bed.
“Stay there.” He hops up and pads to his bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a wet washcloth.
He cleans me up, then tucks me under the covers.
