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He kisses down my chest and tummy, then moves his face between my legs. He runs his mouth up the inside of my thigh, then the other, then he glides his tongue along my soaking wet slit.
I gasp. “Gavin…oh god…”
Pleasure lands like a lightning bolt to my clit. Just one lick and my entire body is trembling.
He blesses me with another slow lick. Then another. And another.
He softly, slowly circles his tongue around my clit. I’m shouting, gripping the sheets with one hand and his hair with my other hand. This feelssogood, I’m on the verge of losing my mind.
Heat blazes between my legs. I try to last as long as I can, but I can’t help it. Gavin’s tongue feels too good.
It’s always been easy for me to come from oral, but neverthiseasy. I barely make it a minute before I explodeon his tongue. Just like before, I scream and thrash. I come so hard, I can’t see straight. I can’t hear. I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
All I can do is ride the waves of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
When I finally catch my breath, I look down at Gavin. He leans up on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist.
A smug smile yanks at the corner of his mouth. “That was fast.”
I let out an embarrassed laugh. “Your mouth felt amazing. I couldn’t help it. Sorry.”
He shakes his head as he reaches down and cups my face with his hand. “Never, ever apologize for coming that fast or that hard. It’s the hottest thing in the world.”
He gently strokes his thumb over my skin. “You’re so perfect when you come.”
Emotion bubbles up in my chest. Not sure why, and it takes me completely by surprise. But then I realize it’s because I’ve never been with someone who’s this caring in bed. Who goes out of his way to make me feel comfortable and wanted in such a vulnerable moment.
I take a minute to breathe, then glance down. When I see the impressive bulge at the front of his suit pants, my mouth waters.
I palm his erection and look him in the eye. “Can I have you in my mouth now?”
Chapter 32
Gavin
Ilook at Abby in complete awe. This woman can’t be real.
“You’re asking me if you can suck my dick?” I feel like I’m in a dream. A filthy fantasy that I never thought would come true.
But it’s happening right here, right now. I have Abby in my bed. I’ve made her come twice.
The woman I only ever thought would be a friend. The woman I’ve wanted since the day I met her.
And tonight, she’s all mine.
A faint sting of disappointment shoots through me. I already know one night with her won’t be enough. After making her come with my hand, and then making her come again on my mouth, I’m already aching for more. I want to touch her and taste her and make her come a million more times…
But tonight is all we have. Then it’s back to being just friends.
I push aside that disappointed feeling.
You get her once. Make it count.
Determination surges through me. I want her to remember this night forever. I want her to think of it every time she plays with herself.
And when she’s with some other guy, I want her to think of how hard I made her come—how many orgasms I gave her.
Yeah, that’s some fucked-up caveman shit. But it’s how I feel.
