Page 101 of Pinch
I moan as he drags his tongue all over my most sensitive parts. His tongue slides over my clit, and my body jumps. I’m so close.
“Fuck me, Gav,” I whisper.
“Dirty girl,” he groans, testing me with two fingers then hissing. “You’re ready.”
My thighs tremble as he aligns the tip to my entrance then fills me completely with one forceful thrust.
I groan, bending to my elbows and dropping my forehead to the mattress. “God, you’re so big.”
“You love it.” He grips my hips in both hands and thrusts rhythmically, faster.
“I do…” I moan.
“Your body was made for mine.”
“Yes…” I reach up to circle my fingers over my clit, moaning as he hits that place inside me. “Feels so good…”
His large fingers cover mine, helping me. I’m so close, I push back against him, arching my back so my ass is higher. “Slap it,” I whisper.
He slaps my ass at once, and I turn my face to scream into the mattress. My thighs start to shake and my pussy breaks into flutters.
“Do it again…” I gasp, bouncing on his dick against his stomach. “Harder.
He leans down to kiss my mouth then he straightens, slapping it harder again, then again. I’m moaning and bucking against him as I break. He lets out a loud groan as well, and I feel him pulse inside me, his body trembling against my thighs.
Pushing off the bed, I lean my back against his chest, reaching for his neck, his mouth. Our bodies are still moving. I’m riding out this incredible orgasm, trembling in his arms.
“Fuck, Princess…” He groans, cupping my breasts in both hands and squeezing them, lifting and kneading them. “You’re so gorgeous.”
He covers my lips with his again, and I shudder. He cups my pussy, sliding his fingers all over my clit, slapping it sharply until my legs shake, until I turn my forehead against his neck with a moan.
“That’s my girl.” His voice is low, tracing kisses along my shoulders, holding my breasts. “My kinky girl.”
They slide lower, moving over my rounded stomach, spanning wide as he kisses the top of my shoulder. I put my hands over his, and we hold for a moment of intimacy, connection.
He pulls out, putting a hand on my shoulder as he grabs a nearby towel to clean us up. I wait, watching with affection as he gently strokes the wetness off my thighs before lifting me in his arms as he moves the blankets away.
We crawl in together, facing each other, and I reach out to touch his cheek as I quietly sing the lyrics to my old pageant song. They’re not quite right anymore. I don’t believe there are so many reasons we shouldn’t be together, but it’s still a beautiful song. And my heart does want what it wants, Gavin Knight.
As I sing, his blue eyes warm, and he slides a finger along my jaw. I finish, letting the final note fade away, and he exhales low.
“You sing…” He shakes his head rolling onto his back and shoving both hands into his hair. “I didn’t think it could get any better, and then you sing.”
Rising onto my elbow, a big smile splits my cheeks. “You like it?”
His hands lower, and he reaches for my face, rising up to kiss my lips. “I love it.”
Our eyes hold several seconds, and I think it’s possible we’re thinking the same thing. The words we don’t say out loud.I love you…
My stomach twists, and I have to break the spell. Lying down again, I rest the back of my head on his shoulder. “Why does it feel this way? So natural?”
He inhales deeply, tracing his fingers along my arm. “I used to wonder that after Mav and I got so close so fast. I think it’s because we both come from big, close families, small towns… we have that common bond, that thread.”
His voice goes quiet, and I take his large hand in mine, holding it up to the light, looking for something I noticed before. A thin red line is traced around the base of his thumb, and I turn it over, examining the faint ring.
“What is this?” I touch it gently with the tip of my finger.
“My mom Kenny did that.” He turns his hand side to side. “She has a matching one on her pinky finger.”
