Page 80 of One Good Puck
He quirks an eyebrow. “That’s not a bad thing, sweetness. I love feeling how tight and warm and wet you are for me.”
He taps his thumb gently against my clit, and my head falls back as I gasp.
“Does this feel good for you?” he asks.
“So good. Oh my god…”
Slowly, he teases his thumb against my clit. The pleasure simmers hot and steady between my legs, seeping up my abdomen and chest.
“Can you take another finger, sweetness?” he rasps.
“Yes.”
He adds another finger slowly. I lean forward and grip his shoulders to steady myself as my body adjusts to his thickness.
I don’t always come when a guy uses his hands on me. Usually I ask for it to help me get warmed up for oral or for his dick. But Gavin is different in the best way. He is really,reallygood with his hands.
My eyelids flutter as he swirls his thumb softly over my clit. The pleasure inside of me intensifies with each passing second. It won’t be long before I come.
My eyes roll back as I let out a shaky breath. “I’m close…”
“Already?” I can tell he’s smiling when he speaks.
I nod, panting and whimpering. My legs start to tremble as I feel the beginning shockwaves of my orgasm. The muscles in my stomach start to tense. Heat flashes up my body as the pleasure starts tocrest.
As I start to come apart, Gavin steadies me with his free hand on my waist.
“You’re such a good girl, coming so fast for me.”
My brain goes offline at hearing him call me that. No one’s ever called me that in bed before. I like it. I like knowing that my arousal pleases him. It makes me feel so sexy.
It’s not even a minute before my pants and whimpers turn to screams. I’m on the razor’s edge of my orgasm.
“That’s my girl. Come hard for me, sweetness.”
With Gavin’s growled command, I explode. My orgasm crashes through me so hard that I lose my balance, completely falling forward into Gavin. But he doesn’t budge. He’s a brick wall of muscle and props me up while he keeps working my pussy in his hand.
I scream so loud, my throat aches. I’m so overloaded on pleasure that my brain turns to mush, and I lose the ability to see for what feels like a minute.
When I start to come down, I blink quickly. Images become clear again. There’s the wall and the bed and Gavin gazing up at me with hungry eyes.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Abby,” he murmurs.
I bite back a shy smile. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me. With his gaze still locked with mine, he slides his fingers into his mouth and groans.
“So good.” He licks his lips. “But I want more.”
With his hands on my hips, he guides me to the bed. I lie back, and he positions himself between my legs.
He pushes the skirt of my dress up, then reaches up and yanks down the front so my boobs spill out. Even though I still have my dress on, I feel so exposed. And self-conscious. I’m happy with my body, but it’s been so long since I’vebeen half-naked around a man. And I’ve never, ever been with a man as fit as Gavin.
But then I look at him. His jaw is tight, and his eyes are wide and glittery as he drinks in the sight of my body.
He reaches up and rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger. “You are gorgeous. So. Fucking. Gorgeous.”
He leans down and captures my other nipple in his mouth. He teases his tongue around the hard bud, swirling and sucking. I whimper at how good it feels to have someone play with my nipples. They get so sensitive when I’m aroused.
My clit is throbbing as Gavin works my breasts with his mouth and hands. It’s like there’s an invisible live wire running from my nipples to my clit. The more he plays with my tits, the more my pussy aches.
