Page 53 of Sweet Disaster
His eyes are closed in a tight, desperate expression. “Condom…in my bag…on the bed. Fuck.”
My hold on his neck stiffens, as I turn my head toward the door to the bedroom in understanding.
When I look back at him, his eyes are half-slits, waiting for me to do something. To tell him to go get one. To be responsible for our protection.
But that’s not what I do.
My body instead responds for me. I shift my hips, moving forward and then back, the slide of his skin exquisite against my sensitive core, still buzzing from its hard release minutes ago. I can’t help what I do next.
Reaching down between us, I grab his smooth, wet, steely-length and place it at my entrance. My mouth laps greedily at his, taking possession with a fiery, passionate kiss. Our lips and teeth mash together, tasting and feeding on each other like it’s our last meal. And then I pull away, breathless and ready for what’s next.
“I’m protected. Am I safe with you?”
No one ever wants to ruin the mood in the middle of sex to have a conversation like this. But it’s best not to have regrets if you can help it. That much I know.
“Yes…you’re safe…oh fuck…are you sure?” he grits out in a painful clip, his fingers digging hard into my hips. “We should wait.”
He waits for my answer.
Fuck it. I trust him. I push down on top of him as he slides inside, stretching me as he enters. Filling me. Claiming me.
The moment he’s inside, everything in the world comes to a complete standstill. I’m surrounded by this ever-present calm. There’s no remorse. I don’t feel anything other than wanting more. More of Gavin. Not just this minute. But longer. For as long as I can have him.
Gavin begins swift jabs up through the water, pushing deeper inside me, as I counter his movements by rocking up and down. His upper torso lurches forward, the colors of his tattoos blurring and blending in my vision, as he moves into an upright sitting position, pushing me back just slightly so I’m angled away from his chest. He sucks my puckered nipple between his teeth.
“You feel so good, Kitty,” he mumbles against my breast, the heat of his breath against my exposed wet skin sending rippling flutters through my body.
When he bites at my sensitive flesh, I buck against him, the top of his pelvic bone hitting me squarely on my clit. The impending climax is rushing through my veins, nerve endings firing off in delight. I scream out.
“Gavin…oh my God…”
I spasm around him, my head dropping back, mouth open in awe. I have a tight grip on the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin, likely to leave their marks, as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. His own growl of release has me clenching around him again.
“Coming.”
I stare at his beautiful face as his eyelids roll shut, his teeth marking his lower lip. This is another first for me, too. I’ve never let a guy come inside me before. Without a condom, I can feel him flooding me with his hot release, jetting inside me as powerfully as the tub jets at my back.
A euphoric smile spreads across my mouth. It’s unreal what a difference it can make, not having any barriers. Being this close to someone where all the layers are stripped away. I’ve always kept a safe distance when I’ve slept with others. A defense mechanism to protect myself, not just my body.
With Gavin, it’s different.
Maybe the scenery and beautiful surroundings of Italy factor in to what’s happening between us. How could it not? It’s one of the most romantic places in the world. But that doesn’t diminish the growing bond that’s been forged in our days and nights together.
Perhaps it’s true what they say about love. It’s easy to be found in the right places.
And when you’re least expecting it.
I mentally slap myself for being such a silly, sappy girl. Why am I thinking about love, that useless emotion?
I’m obviously experiencing a state of euphoria right now after experiencing such a rush of emotions with Gavin on this trip.
Gavin’s chin rests in the crook of my shoulder, his large body wrapped around me as I lean into him. It’s probably the most blissful, peaceful after-sex moment I’ve ever had.
And I don’t want it to end.
