by Jayne Rylon
Gavyn tucked his fingers in the sides of her dress and shimmied it lower until she had to lift her ass off the bed so he could sweep it from beneath her. He paused briefly to admire the elegant black panties she’d paired with her outfit, a tangle of strings and lace that hardly covered her pussy.
He nuzzled her there, breathing deep as he continued to peel the dress down her thighs then, finally, off her entirely. He flung it to the floor so that he could simply look at her, almost-naked and willing, before him.
Again, he surrendered to the lure of her mouth and returned to kissing her before her soft moans escalated and he couldn’t resist the invitation she was making by writhing against his still-clothed body. He traveled down her torso, starting with her neck then licking a line to her breasts. He toyed with them, slowly, gently, in a way he’d never found particularly pleasing before.
With Amber, he didn’t want to rush. Didn’t want to binge. He wanted to savor.
So he did.
She gasped when he kissed her stomach, licking and softly biting the tight skin around her bellybutton, all the while stroking her arms and long legs and anything else he could reach. In advance of his mouth’s arrival, he slipped her panties from her curvaceous form, loving the way her hips fit his palms and would give him a perfect grip when he fucked her from behind.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said softly, afraid to shatter the moment. “Perfection is looking better from where I’m lying right now.”
To him, she was flawless.
Her fingers returned to his hair, entwining in it as she urged him between her legs.
He chuckled before lifting her to remove her underwear completely, then spreading her thighs wide around his torso, giving himself a prime view of her pretty pussy. “I’m getting there, love.”
“Quicker,” she moaned.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he dipped forward, plying her glistening folds with his outstretched tongue.
“God, yes!” Amber rose up to meet him, her long body arching in response to the barest of contact.
Happy to give them both what they desired, he pressed deeper into her core, sucking lightly on her pussy as he brought his hands to her knees and pushed outward. With better access, he drove forward again, circling her entrance with long laps before spearing his tongue inside her as deeply as he could reach. His nose rubbed her clit as he feasted on her, enjoying the taste of her so much that he almost forgot this was intended to be for her pleasure and not his.
Win-win, he supposed.
Gavyn smiled against her when she reached for his hand, holding it and rubbing her thumb over his knuckles as he continued to eat her greedily. She rained an intermittent string of moans over him, adding to the decadent sensations. Unlike the too-consistent fake cries of some of his fucks, who seemed to think he’d take their silence as an insult, Amber’s reactions were honest and organic.
Every time she groaned or hissed or cursed, he redoubled his efforts, intent on making her do it again. When her thighs began to quiver around him, he knew she was holding back on purpose. He scooped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her pelvis to his face, allowing her no room for retreat or half measures.
“I could do this all night, Amber,” he muttered against her body. “Come on my face. I’ll take you there again. As many times as you want.”
As if his breath washing over her—or maybe his promise—was enough to set her free, she cried out. Loud and desperate. So he returned to his feast, paying special attention to her clit as he manipulated her with his mouth.
Though she didn’t seem to need it, he couldn’t help but feel her as she surrendered, so he slid one finger inside her clinging sheath and grinned against her when the penetration triggered her orgasm. She clamped around him violently, shuddering and writhing until he laid one arm across her middle, keeping her in place.
And when she seemed wrung dry, he diverted to less sensitive tissue without stopping, taking his time to build her back up as he’d promised. By the third or fourth time she exploded, she started begging.
“Please, Gavyn. Come here. Take off your clothes. I want to see you. Touch you. Ride you,” she admitted.
That last one got him. To see her towering over him, glorious and proud as she worked his cock with her body… Well, he was human after all, and resisting what they both wanted would be impossible.
He loosened his tie and yanked it over his head, setting it on the pillow with the almost-forgotten feather before slowly and methodically taking off first his suit jacket, then his shirt, button by button.
Amber touched herself, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy as she watched him strip for her pleasure. “You’re so damn handsome. Ripped. I can’t wait to feel your muscles flexing as you’re fucking me.”
“Keep talking like that and it won’t be the kind of ride I want to give you, love.” He groaned.
She lunged up and snatched at his belt buckle, making him laugh. When was the last time he’d done that in bed?
Still, he picked up the pace, if only a little, divesting himself of his pants, underwear and socks, leaving himself completely nude. Amber’s gaze roamed from his pecs to his abs then to his cock, which he was sure had never been so hard in all his life. She licked her lips as she studied him rolling on a condom, then kept going to his thighs before coming back to his erection.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, her hand reaching out anyway.
“You can do anything you want to me.” He grinned.
“Really? You should be careful. There are some things I’ve never had the guts to try with a guy.” The downright naughty smile she tossed him had him groaning. He’d submit to anything if it brought her bliss.
“Later,” he said. “After we’ve done this a few dozen times and I can think straight again. Feel free to experiment as much as you like.”
“I will.” She lifted her arms, welcoming him back.
They both moaned when their bodies aligned for the first time with nothing between them. His cock nudged at her thigh and she wriggled, trying to fit herself to it. When Gavyn resisted, content to hold her and kiss her for a while longer, she protested.
Amber rolled them so that he was lying on his back with her straddling his hips. She reached down between them and pumped his cock in her supple palm a few times.
As if he wasn’t already stiffer than the curtain rods they’d installed the day before.
He watched her, though, because the image of her darker skin against his, cradling him, was alluring and intimate. And when she lifted up a fraction of an inch, angling his cock toward her pussy, he thought he would die from the excitement of witnessing himself enter her. Bit by bit.
Clenching rings of muscle gave way, slowly yielding to gravity and the pressure of his rounded head. It nearly made his head explode as her body stroked his dick from the tip then onto the shaft.
Amber lifted herself then returned, bearing down on him until he was fully embedded in her heat. They stayed locked like that, unmoving, for a long time. First staring into each other’s eyes, then kissing when he reached for her and drew her onto his chest.
He’d never had sex like this before. Made love, he supposed. It’d never been so slow and achingly tender. Never something he was afraid of.
Scared because he knew that it would never satisfy him again to have a quick and meaningless fuck after he’d experienced something so utterly mind-blowing.
Eventually, their make-out session turned into fucking as Amber slowly rocked her hips while she grazed her mouth across his lips, chin and neck. She ground on him, clenching him tight within her as she worked over him in a sinuous figure eight that rubbed her clit against the pad of muscle at the base of his cock.
He smiled up at her as she began to rock faster, moan louder and draw tighter around him.
“That’s it, love,” he
coached her. “Come on me.”
“Want to wait for you,” she whimpered.
“Not this time.” He still had plenty to give her. “Keep taking, as much as you can.”
Amber’s eyes grew wide, looking nearly molten in the moonlight. She let him guide her hips, helping her maintain her rhythm as her conscious thoughts were likely overwhelmed by desire. When she bucked, causing him to bore inside her as deeply as possible, then went stiff in his hold and screamed his name, he prayed he could keep his word.
It had never been so difficult to stave off his orgasm as when she unraveled around him.
Then again, he hadn’t done this much without a good helping of whiskey dick either.
It wasn’t that—he knew it wasn’t—that lured him toward climax.
It was all her.
He wanted to experience that lust again. And again.
That thought alone saved him.
Gavyn gathered her to him and rolled, bringing them to their sides so he could croon praise and reassurance to her as she continued to crest for so long he couldn’t tell if she had come down and starting orgasming again or if she was just this incredibly responsive.
Either way, he petted her. Her back, her shoulders, her arms, her thighs, her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, while still embedded in her fully.
When her sighs turned back to soft moans, he began to thrust.
Gavyn drew one of her knees up so that it draped over his hip and shuttled within her. He withdrew until only the barest bit of him remained inside her, then flexed until he had buried himself as deep as possible.
After his arm had long gone numb and they’d kissed each other’s lips raw, he pressed her to the bed, riding her faster and with shorter strokes.
It didn’t take more than a few minutes before she shattered while staring up at him with dreamy, blissed-out eyes. She needed a break, or she’d be completely overwhelmed. Frankly, so did his cock, which was dying for release.
So he pulled out of her, making both of them groan at the loss.
Instead of jacking off on her tits or whatever else it was she seemed to expect, he reached for the supplies he’d left at the head of the bed earlier.
He ordered, “Turn over.”
She obeyed without hesitation.
“Good girl.” He squeezed her ass hard before landing a spank there that made her yelp. Still she didn’t pull away. “Tell me if you’re not into this.”
“I am, Gav. I am.” She sighed and spread her legs as if she missed his cock in her pussy as much as he did.
Without waiting for her to change her mind, he tugged her hands into the small of her back, stacked her wrists on top of one another, then bound them with the silk he’d worn all day. She tugged against the knot, but didn’t get anywhere.
“Still good?”
“So good,” she whispered.
“That’s right, love,” he murmured to her as he held himself over her with one arm while kissing and rubbing every inch of skin on her backside. He followed the moist heat of his tongue with a swipe of the cool feather, making her tremble and moan.
At some point, he lifted her ass, bringing her to her knees with her shoulders planted on the bed. He rotated her face so that her fractured cheek was up, in no danger of him injuring it further, before proceeding. When Amber realized what he was doing, she smiled at him and murmured, “Thank you.”
He kissed her yet again before trailing the feather over her lips then along her neck to her graceful back. He toyed with her for as long as they both could stand. Stroking his cock idly, he tickled the bottom of her foot. She jerked and cried out.
“Is there a problem?” He knew there wasn’t. Except that she was growing needy again.
“I’m so turned on,” Amber confessed. “Every tiny touch feels so strong. My whole body is alive, aching for you.”
Gavyn rewarded her by cupping her mound in his palm.
She shouted his name and rubbed herself on him. He had a front-row seat to the flexing of her pussy, which was slathered with her arousal. He made one last circuit with the feather, this time around her asshole, and when she clenched instinctively, he worked his thumb into her cunt, giving her something to hold.
“Oh God. You’re driving me crazy.” She pleaded with him, “Fuck me, Gavyn. Please. Fuck me again. Harder this time. Please.”
Who was he to say no?
He leaned forward only long enough to lap at her pussy a few times, tasting the proof of her rapture. Then he gripped his cock in one hand, the tie binding her hands in the other, and penetrated her with a single thrust that landed him balls-deep in her pussy.
“Oh fuck. Amber.” He groaned, not unaffected himself. “You are perfect. This. Is perfect.”
He did as she asked and as his body demanded, finally riding her hard and fast. Her ass slapped against his abs and she chanted his name, encouraging him to fuck. So he did. And when she exploded, he nearly went with her.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he found a well of self-control he hadn’t known he possessed. Didn’t before her.
He withdrew and tended to Amber, untying her hands and ensuring the circulation hadn’t been cut off, rubbing her wrists as she gasped for air and reveled in her ongoing climax.
She opened one eye and looked up at him. “You still didn’t come?”
“I’m about to.” He grinned. “If you’ve got one more in you.”
“I…” She sighed. “I’m good. Use me to get yourself off. God, Gavyn. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Please, just do whatever makes you feel best.”
He smiled and rubbed his nose lightly along hers. “If you insist.”
“I do.” Amber inhaled sharply when he reintroduced his cock to her pussy. She hugged him tight—with her arms clutching his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her cunt sucking at him relentlessly.
“But you’re coming with me,” he told her.
“I can’t,” she protested.
“You will.” He guaranteed it.
Gavyn didn’t have any fancy tricks to ensure she would. Their chemistry and the connection they had built did all the work for him. She responded as he loosened his hold on himself, reacting to each of his honest emotions with some of her own.
He pumped inside her with long, languid strokes that felt more like gliding than thrusting. The ring of muscles at her entrance strangled him, preventing him from falling from her body as he pistoned within her. And when the sweet silk of her pussy began to undulate around him, he knew they both were goners.
He kissed her one last time, staring directly into her eyes as he let ecstasy consume him. It started at the base of his cock and worked outward, a rapture so divine, he swore they’d reached heaven together.
“Go ahead, Gavyn.” Amber sealed his fate. “I want to feel your cock jerking in my pussy with every pump. Watch me come with you and know that no one has ever fucked me so well. You’re perfect for me, Gavyn.”
It’d been so long since he felt like he was worth anything, her words touched the deepest parts of him. There was no option except to do as she asked. Especially when she screamed and climaxed around him once more.
He came with a roar, plunging to the very limits of her pussy before unleashing stream after stream of semen. There had never been an orgasm in the history of man as strong or satisfying as that one, he was pretty sure.
Gavyn kept coming, fucking gently into Amber as she hugged him tight and her cunt milked him with her answering climax. It went on for hours, or at least it seemed like it, until they both collapsed into a sweaty, worn-out tangle of limbs.
Afraid of crushing her, he flopped to his back and drew Amber to him until she draped over his chest. They lay that way for a while, stunned, with her listening to his racing heart as it eventually settled into its regular beat.
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�What happens now?” he asked, immediately regretting it. Well, Tom had told him to be vulnerable.
“I hope you’ll stay. Maybe we can sleep for a while?” She sounded hopeful and exhausted simultaneously.
He could have let it go, except suddenly it mattered. A lot. “I meant when you go home.”
“Oh.” She shrugged. “You’re the expert with this kind of thing. Mr. Spontaneity. I assumed we’d do our best to wring the most enjoyment out of these next couple days then go our separate ways and think of each other fondly. That’s what you do…right?”
It was.
Until her.
Was that what she wanted, or what she expected? They were two totally different things. Or maybe he was overreaching. Sure, he was a good fuck, but he’d be a shitty excuse for a boyfriend or husband, never knowing when he might crack again.
“Gavyn?” Amber must have sensed the tension coiling his muscles, sabotaging the relief she’d granted him, without even trying.
“Shhh.” He stroked her hair. “Ignore me. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
She seemed like she might press the issue at first. After a minute she relaxed, then whispered, “Okay.”
Was it his imagination, or did she sound disappointed?
In him, or with him?
Neither would be great and the stakes had just gotten raised so much higher. He’d never imagined he could find someone so perfectly suited for him in and out of bed.
Gavyn kept caressing her, trying to memorize the satiny feel of her skin. Before long, her breathing evened out and she surrendered to the utter fatigue plaguing her. He continued to hold her for as long as he could before the misery of his impending loss of her spiraled him into a black depression, stealing his ability to sleep.
Carefully, he untangled himself from her and slipped out of bed.
Chapter Nine
For a long time Gavyn stood there, watching Amber sleep. What they’d shared was epic…and disastrous. At least for him. Because now he was sure that he’d never in all his life have something as brilliant as her.
