by Becca Dale
“Your show for now. I'm just along for the ride.”
Did he mean that? Savannah longed to play, to see what made him crazy. “So it's okay if I do this?”
Carefully, she traced his zipper, stroking the rigid erection beneath. He rocked his hips forward to deepen the caress. The unyielding strength of his cock frightened her but not enough to stop. She turned her hand and palmed the area she had explored with her fingertips.
Long eyelashes hid his gorgeous brown eyes when he caught her hand and pulled it to his waistband. “Unzip me, beauty.” The words rumbled deep and harsh, but an encouraging smile continued to tease the corner of his mouth.
The button and zipper gave way without struggle, melting beneath her timid exploration. He shoved his boxers down and lifted his cock and balls free of the confining material. “Touch me.”
She had never seen a real penis before, at least not close enough to explore. Her fingers barely brushed the velvety skin. “It's so soft.”
With a laugh, he took her hand and guided it around him. “Soft is not exactly what a man wants to hear when a beautiful woman takes him in hand.”
The thick shaft jumped in her palm and her cheeks burned. “I meant—”
He brushed her hair from her face. “I'm teasing. I know what you meant.”
His voice had taken on a husky growl. Did he like the way she touched him? Too bad the sliver of a moon didn't provide more light. She wanted to see him clearly. She tightened her fingers around him and stroked up and down.
Gavin groaned. “Damn that feels good.”
“I don't know what to do. Tell me.”
He hesitated before he pulled her up for a kiss that curled her toes. His lips caressed hers. “Open for me.”
She grabbed his solid biceps for balance and parted her lips, welcoming his tongue into her mouth to stroke and explore.
Gavin's big hand cupped the back of her head and held her steady, tasting, coaxing. When he let her breathe again, her heart pounded in her chest. “You're sure about this, right? You don't have to do anything you don't want to.”
Unable to respond aloud, she nodded.
He moaned, a jagged sexy sound, before he lifted her fingers from his arm and kissed her knuckles. “Don't be afraid. I couldn't stand that.”
She swallowed against the tightness in her throat and licked her dry lips. “Just tell me what to do. Please?”
Pulling her close, he explored her mouth, his tongue sweeping lightly against hers. When he lifted his head, his steady gaze offered gentle assurance. “Get on your knees and taste me, Savannah. I need your beautiful mouth around me.”
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Chapter Five
Oh Lord, what have I done? She sank to the ground eager to test his sanity the way his kisses tested hers but scared as hell of screwing up. She closed her hand around him again. Her fingers barely touched. The thought of something so large probing inside her sent a delicious tickle down her spine. With her free hand, she traced the broad tip, dipping a finger to circle beneath it and back up. The smoothness of his skin fascinated her, the finest satin stretched over sun-warmed marble.
Long fingers wove into her hair and urged her closer. “Spread that gorgeous smile around my dick. I can't wait much longer, beauty.”
Tentatively, she leaned in and kissed him lightly. Years of avoiding men and sex had left her confused about what to expect, but he smelled clean and earthy, masculine. Need slithered through her.
His hand tightened so she couldn't move away. “Open.” When she parted her lips, he bumped the head against her teeth. “Wider. Take it in your mouth and suck it. Let your tongue play.”
The command, spoken in his deep and sexy voice, stroked her like a caress, despite the uncertainty roiling in her stomach. She looked up at him but couldn't see his expression in the dark. He tapped her lips again, reminding her to pay attention. She took him in, stopping when he hit the opening to her throat. Her gag reflex rose, but she swallowed it down as she explored him, relishing the heat and silk of his skin. More than half of his length remained outside her mouth. She closed her lips and sucked gently while she used her tongue to circle and test his shape.
“That's it.” He eased the pressure on her head and pulled back a bit then pushed inside again. “Move your lips and your hand together. Up and down, in and out like my tongue in your mouth.” He laughed, but it sounded more like a grunt. “No teeth though.”
She pulled back until only the wide tip remained behind her lips and then eased forward to suck him in. Her free hand closed on his hip for balance as she took as much of his thick cock as she could, eager to reward him for his understanding. Moisture flooded her mouth and dripped to coat her fingers. Embarrassed, she started to pull away, but he wouldn't let her.
He shifted with a groan. “Let your hand get wet. It'll slide easier.”
She loosened her grip, stroking up and down, spreading the liquid over him until her hand glided without friction, naughty and wild, intense and forbidden. She squeezed her legs together to ease the strange ache and resumed her explorations, drawing his scent deep into her lungs while she sucked him.
He pressed her further with each inward stroke, nudging his shaft against her throat muscles. When she pulled back, his other hand threaded into her hair and his hips thrust forward as he moaned. “Relax. Accept me, Savannah.”
Tremors shimmied through her. She moved her hand from his cock to his hip and held on as he gripped her head and drove his thick shaft in and out of her mouth, forceful but not taking more than she willingly gave. Her jaw ached and her throat contracted against his tip, but she concentrated on the sexy sounds he made and the delicious power that hummed through her. Her fingers dug into his muscular ass.
Unwilling to be a bystander in the moment, she met him thrust for thrust, pursing her lips around him in a tight band, sucking harder, and relishing the urgent thrust of his cock over her tongue.
Gavin struggled not to come too quickly. He wanted to savor the feel of her erotic kiss. Tilting her head, she took him just past the opening to her throat as she flashed her innocent gaze upward. Her hot, wet mouth milked him. His balls drew up. The molten pleasure of her tongue shoved him over the edge to insanity.
“Shit!” He jerked her away and spun to ejaculate into the grass.
His knees felt weak, barely able to support his body as the orgasm shot through him. He grabbed the side of the pickup box and held on while tremors chased ecstasy. Slowly, the ground beneath his feet settled to a moderate rocking and finally stilled. When he came back to himself, Savannah's hand rested on his back.
“Did I hurt you?”
Was she serious? “God, no.” He righted his pants and wrapped his arms around her. He had just persuaded the most stunning and innocent woman he'd ever met to suck him off. What kind of asshole did that make him? Even in the dark, her huge eyes shone bright and seductive. He had to taste her, needed to coax her to lose herself as he had so easily lost himself to her enticing caress.
“Your turn, beauty.” He swept her into his arms and carried her to the cab. She wiggled to get down, but he held her close. He kissed his way across her cheek to her ear. “That was amazing. Let me return the favor. I want to hear you cry out as you come.”
She buried her face against his shoulder. “I...I'm not sure.”
“I won't take your virginity, Savannah. Just give you pleasure.” Jerking open the rear cab door, he settled her adorable ass on the bench seat. The height of the four-wheel drive put her in the perfect position. Her big eyes looked frightened. With a single finger, he traced the silken curve of her high neckline, following the graceful arch of her collarbone to the bare skin of her shoulder and down her arm. “Trust me.”
Her lips parted on a sigh. He couldn't resist. His mouth covered hers in a questing kiss as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her top. Instead of bare skin, his palm met the thin barrier of worn cotton. An under
shirt? Her belt stopped him from exploring higher.
“You have too many clothes on.” He captured her lips again before she could voice second thoughts. Finding her belt buckle, he released it and pulled her shirt up. At the same time, he broke the kiss and looked down. A lacy, flesh colored bra cupped her breasts and blended with the exposed skin over her ribs. No tanktop. Only the ugliest panties he'd even seen on a woman. They circled her narrow waist a good four inches above the waistband of her jeans and hid her bellybutton. A laugh escaped before he could stop it.
Savannah opened her eyes and looked down. “Oh, God.” She tried to pull her shirt over the strange underwear, but he held it. “I forgot. I don't normally wear those.”
He laughed harder. “So they were for me? For luck? What?”
Even in the dim cab, her cheeks flushed pink and embarrassment flashed in her eyes. She jerked her top down and crossed her arms over her chest. “I showered at work and they were the only clean ones I had in the drawer.”
“So they weren't for me then? Damn.” He traced the elastic waistband through her silk shirt. The uber conservative panties reminded him that she didn't share herself with men. The thought added an unexpected sex appeal. Maybe they weren't so ugly. He pushed her shirt up over her ribs and slid the waistband down with his thumb. Her flat stomach quivered when he circled her navel with his tongue.
She bucked against his mouth and shoved at his shoulders trying to move him back so she could slip to the ground. “You can quit making fun of me. I didn't expect to show them to anyone.”
Gavin caught her hands, restraining her from fussing. “Stop. I'm sorry I teased you. Maybe we can use them to make you more comfortable.”
“No. I'm going home.”
“I don't think so.” Fear tightened her features at his harsh command, but there was no way in hell he was going to let her walk away before she came in his arms. He growled low in his throat, angry at himself for scaring her. He kissed her gently, enticing her toward lost arousal. “I didn't mean it like that, beauty. If you want to go, I'll take you back to town, but I'd rather you stayed. Let me show you what it feels like to experience ecstasy. Let me make you come until your whole body shudders and throbs for my touch.”
She caught her lower lip in her teeth, studying his face, before she nodded consent.
Eager to distract her from her fears, he caught the edge of her top, lifted it over her head, and tossed it on the seat behind her. The clasp of her bra opened easily beneath his fingers. He slid the straps down her slender arms. It joined the pile of yellow silk. She trembled beneath his stare. His heart raced. Breasts, neither large nor small, flushed pink as the nipples hardened. The tight buds tipped upward and begged for his kiss.
He forced himself to look away, to focus on her blue eyes while he slipped off her boots, then loosened her jeans and tugged them over curved hips and off her long legs before stepping back to take her in. With a deep breath, he allowed his gaze to wander the long expanse of smooth flesh between the tops of her high socks to the juncture of her thighs where the granny panties concealed her pussy. She pressed an arm over her breasts, and the image of a 1940s pin-up girl flooded his mind.
She crossed her legs shyly. “You're making me uncomfortable, Gavin.”
“Sorry. You have no idea how sexy you are right now, do you?”
“Oh yeah, I've heard men adore giant cotton underwear.”
With a grin, he traced the inside of her thigh. “It's working for me. You remind me of Rita Hayworth.”
He didn't hear her response if she offered one. The need to kiss the tender flesh of her legs overshadowed anything else. Pressing his lips just above her knee, he slowly nibbled his way up her inner thigh. Her fingers wove into his hair, kneading his scalp, tightening when he hit a sensitive spot. By the time he reached his goal, the crotch of her panties had grown damp. A jolt of raw need rushed through him, but he forced himself to drop to her other knee and start again. Her hands clenched and relaxed fitfully as he traced his tongue across the hot naked skin. When he reached the top the second time, he bit her leg sharply. Her hips thrust upward and a nearly inaudible cry rewarded the move.
He bypassed her tempting pussy and meandered up her trembling form. Desperate to make it good for her, he captured her mouth with his, kissing her until her breathing deteriorated to desperate gasps. He lifted his head long enough to smile his appreciation for her tantalizing response before nibbling his way down her throat and over her chest to her beautiful breasts. He cupped them gently, squeezing lightly to test their sensitivity.
Her sigh urged him on. The dark sand-colored areolas emphasized the pebbled tips. He couldn't wait another moment to taste. She gasped when he sucked her right nipple into his mouth and drew on it hard. When he let it pop free, the wet skin puckered.
Savannah fought the urge to jerk his head back to her breast. Men had fumbled around with her chest before during one or two of the kisses she'd allowed, but no one had ever caressed her the way Gavin did. His hot tongue stroked and flicked, his teeth scraped hard enough to send electric shocks through her body, and the wet, seductive cavern of his mouth melted her restraint. She would have broken her pledge long before if any man had touched her the way he did.
He blew across her kiss-dampened nipple.
She arched toward him, craving more. “Oh, don't stop. Please, Gavin.”
“Tell me what you want, beauty.” His husky whisper teased as he moved to her other breast.
She jerked as his tongue rasped over the greedy tip. Pulling his head closer, she silently urged him onward. Gavin's lips closed over her. Taking nearly half of her breast into his mouth, he sucked hard. Tension she couldn't understand—or control—spread through her, and she clenched her thighs against his ribs. She wanted so much more.
What would it feel like if he explored between her legs with his talented mouth? Would she lose control like he had seemed to? Would it hurt? Tugging on his hair, she pulled his head back so she could see his eyes.
“Did you need something, Savannah?” A wicked smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
She shivered as moisture pooled between her thighs. “More.”
He groaned. “Whatever you want.” Gently he pushed on her shoulders until her back met the cool leather seat. In the yellow glow of the dome light, his hungry gaze wandered over her body just before he captured her wrists and lifted them above her head. “Hang on to the door handle so you don't rush me.”
She clutched the hard plastic, instantly mourning the loss of his silken hair between her fingers. “I want to touch you.”
“Later. Right now, I need you to do as I ask.” He kissed her hard on the lips then studied her face with a grin. “Promise you will not let go of that handle.”
The command made her feel helpless, a little out of control. “What happens if I do?”
“Then I stop. I'll assume you don't want me to bring you off. Is that clear?”
She scowled. “Is that a threat?”
His hand curled around her breast, and he tweaked the nipple to the edge of pain. Her traitorous body quivered for more. “Consider it a promise. You're not the only one who can keep a pledge.”
“What if I don't like something that you do?”
He pinched her nipple again, lifting and elongating it. Seductive pleasure softened the edges of reality. “You can always tell me to knock it off. You might have to get my attention to make me hear you, but I will not do anything you find distasteful. All right?”
She nodded. Something about the man made her trust him and asking him to stop was out of the question. She wanted everything he offered and so much more.
Gavin slowly kissed his way down her body, leaving her underwear in place like he'd promised. When he reached her core, he stroked two fingers up and down on the outside of her panties. “God, you're so ready for me, so hot and wet.” She tried to close her legs so he couldn't see the discomforting truth, but he pushed her thighs wide. “No. Open for
me, Savannah.” He rubbed his fingers deeper, nudging the fabric between her sensitive folds.
She shuddered, forcing her legs to remain spread. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and a whimper escaped when he pressed his lips to her mound, his tongue poking against the damp cotton.
His thumb slipped beneath the elastic, stroking up and down her moist slit. Suddenly, he stopped and jerked the crotch of her underwear aside with a growl. She tried to sit, but his other hand held her down on the seat. He reared up to study her face and a frown drew his brows together. “Have I been a fool?”
“What do you mean?” She twisted to escape his hold, unsure what had angered him. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“I've never met a clean shaven virgin.” Catching her clit between his finger and thumb, he pinched it. She jerked as passion and a hint of helplessness shot through her in an exciting zing.
Relief washed away confusion. She smiled and lifted her head, careful not to release the handle. She traced her tongue across her lower lip to ease the dryness. He groaned and her shaky confidence returned. “I've shaved since Kate and I went to Mexico. She talked me into a Brazilian wax before we left. I just never let it grow back.”
A snort said he didn't believe her, but his fingers gentled to delicious strokes. “Why not, unless you were trying to please someone?”
Heat flooded her cheeks and spread downward. “Because it itches like crazy when it grows back. I am sort of used to it being that way so I don't think about it anymore. It's habit.”
With a moan, he kissed her smooth-shaven skin and rested his forehead against her lower belly, the tension easing from his wide shoulders. “Tell me you're not lying.”
“I'm not lying.” She shifted her hips against his hand, and his gaze lifted to meet hers, his eyes begging for reassurance as if the world depended on it. She needed him to finish what he had started, but she also needed to relieve his doubt. Crazy feelings coiled through her body in seductive waves. “I'm not.”
