Page 50 of Sweet Revenge

“What do you mean, you feel?”

“I feel something,” I replied almost urgently. “I can’t explain it, but I need you to keep going.”

His hand tightened on my head but not painfully. Instead, it felt good, really good. “Fuck, baby…”

I leaned forward. “You want to, right?”

His nostrils flared, and he leaned in close, putting his face close to mine again. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”

I nodded and pressed my lips against his, moaning when we both opened our mouths, and he pushed his tongue against mine. I felt something throbbing between my legs and pushed my body closer to his. He wrapped a hand around my waist and pushed me back onto the bed before he situated his body over mine. I moaned when I felt his weight.

He kissed me deeply until we both needed to take a breath and pulled apart. He ran his lips down my neck, and my back arched, forcing our bodies together. I felt his hardness against my heat and ground against it, searching for something. He ran his hand down my side, over my hip, and landed on my thigh. He lifted my leg and wrapped it around his back before pushing his body tight to mine.

My back arched again, and my head pressed back into the pillow. “Gunner.” I panted. “What’s happening?”

His head snapped up, and he looked down at me, confusion all over his face. He squeezed my thigh and pushed his hips up again, his hardness hitting something that made me ache. When I arched again, he dropped his lips to lay against mine. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Maggie?”

“Is that what this is?” I moaned when he thrust harder against my sensitive slit.

“Yeah.” His lips brushed against mine when he spoke.

“Then no.” He thrust again, and I moaned long and loud. “I never had this.”

“Fuck, baby.” He dropped his face to the side of my neck and sucked on the silky skin there.

“Can you touch me?” I asked, my body climbing toward something, something I couldn’t quite reach.

He ran his hand up my thigh until he reached the waistband of my leggings and lifted his face so he could look into my eyes. “You sure?”

“Please.” I begged, my body demanding release.

He slid his hand down over my bare belly and lower until he reached the top of my panties. I felt him hesitate but lifted my hips in encouragement. I wanted whatever this feeling was. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding alongside mine when he pushed his hand the rest of the way into my panties.

When he ran his finger along my slit, I pulled my mouth from his and cried out. “Gunner. Oh my god, do that again.”

He groaned and ran his finger up and down my slit over and over again until he pushed his thumb up and landed on my clit. I knew about it. After all, I’d been reading a lot of romance novels and knew it should make me orgasm, should feel amazing, but it never had. Until this moment. I was shaking with the need to come, completely lost to the feeling. My body was on fire while it built up to something I was afraid would tear me apart.

“Come for me, Maggie.” He rubbed his thumb over my clit and slid a finger inside me before sliding his body off to the side of mine. He rubbed my clit slowly and pulled his finger out, making me whimper at the loss. “Hang on, baby.”

My back bowed when he slid two fingers deep inside me and rubbed them along something that made the ache more powerful. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Gunner.”

He propped himself up and leaned over, pressing his lips to mine again, and pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me almost desperately. Then his fingers began to move faster and faster until my body was bowing and shifting under his torture. He moved his thumb to my clit and rubbed it at the same time he rubbed the magic spot inside me, and I blew apart.

I ripped my mouth from his and moaned long and loud, enjoying the feeling of complete bliss after the torture of needing to come so badly.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I felt Gunner’s lips against my ear while I floated on the high of my first orgasm. I rolled my head to the side and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “I never knew.” My eyebrows drew together. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

His lips tipped in a sexy smirk, and he pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I’m going to enjoy showing you all the ways I can make you come. And come even harder than that.”

My jaw dropped, and my lips parted when I whispered, “Harder?”

He leaned forward and rubbed his lips across mine. “You have no idea, baby.”

I smiled a small smile, but it dropped immediately when I found his hardness pressed tightly against my thigh. “I didn’t do anything for you.” I swallowed hard. “I mean, you’re still, well, you know…”

I dropped my eyes when I felt a blush working its way up my neck. He put a finger under my chin and lifted it until my eyes met his. “Yeah, I’m still hard.”

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