Page 15 of A Major Puck Up

Deep breaths. I want this. I need this.

“Please don’t stop.”

With a hum, he licks at the seam of my lips, and when I open, he sweeps his tongue along mine while at the same time sinking deeper inside me, one inch, then another. With every heartbeat, I settle a bit more into the feeling.

“Okay, we’re there,” he says gently, holding himself above me, his face cast in shadow.

“God, I feel so full,” I admit.

“Is it okay? Are you in pain?” He goes rigid with concern, his arms locked on either side of my head.

I dig my fingers into his tense shoulders and pull him closer. “I’m okay now. Can you—um—” I fumble for words. I actually don’t know what to do now. He’s inside me. Do I lift my hips? Can he move? Is it really possible I could break his dick if I’m not careful? The ridiculous thoughts swirling in my head make it impossible for me to focus.

“I’m going to move now. You’re squeezing me so tight I might actually be a one-minute man,” he says, lightening the mood.

“Okay.” I exhale a shaky breath. “Just do what you do.”

Gavin nuzzles his face into my hair and laughs. The vibrations work their way through me, making me needier, despite the humor of the moment.

Is it weird that we’re laughing while he’s buried inside me? It doesn’t feel weird. I like his smile. I like having him this close to me. And I really like the way he feels when he slides out and then back in again.

“Oh, that feels good,” I tell him.

“Good. Keep telling me how it feels, baby. I want to make this good for you.”

With every thrust, my body relaxes, the initial pinch of pain a distant memory. Now the stretch of him is a sensation so all-consuming I can’t help but rub against him, searching for more friction.

“So good,” I pant.

“I want to see your tits bounce while you ride me,” he says, his thrusts punishing and his rhythm steady. “Can we do that?”

He’s the expert, and I’m eager to follow his lead. “Yes, okay, sure.”

Without hesitation, he slides one arm under my back and flips me with ease. Straddling him like this, I’m even more full than I was before. After he gives me a moment to adjust, he works me over him, moving his hips in a way that hits the most perfect spot deep inside me.

Gavin leans up and sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I see fucking stars.

“Holy shit. Yes,” I say as I grind against him.

He drops back to the mattress and then rubs my clit in time with his movements. That’s all it takes to send me flying over the edge. This time as I come, I spasm around him, and he’s the one crying out.

“Oh fuck, Peaches. Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside me,” I pant, head thrown back. I want to feel everything. I want to know precisely what it feels like to have this man completely spent and losing control.

Maybe it’s my words or maybe it’s the way my orgasm squeezes him, because instantly, he’s groaning and going stiff as he shoots inside me.

When his cock twitches, he drags an aftershock of another orgasm from me, sending sparks dancing along my nerve endings.

I fall against his chest, our heavy breaths matching, our hearts beating wildly against one another.

“That was incredible,” I whisper.

For a long moment, Gavin is silent, just holding me tightly. Once our breathing has evened out and our hearts tap out steady rhythms, he presses a kiss against my forehead. “Be right back.” He eases me to the bed beside him, then heads for the bathroom.

For the first time tonight, I feel awkward, and I don’t know what to do.

When I hear water running, my heart sinks. Okay, I guess that’s it. He’s going to take a shower, and I should probably go.

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