Page 89 of Tempest

“Listen, my hand was getting quite the workout until recently.”

“That’s hot,” I purr.

“Yeah? You wanna watch?”

“Yes, please,” I say, resting my chin in my palms. Gavin is already hard. “But you won’t need the bottle if you stick that cock in my mouth first.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” He steps into the tub with me. “You’re first, though. If your mouth touches me right now, I’m going to explode.”

I smile, scooting up on the ledge and arching my back so my rear pops out of the water.

“Go ahead, boyfriend.” Gavin wastes no time in burying his face, and tongue, in. “Oh, fuck.”

His fingers expertly play at my pussy as his tongue works my ass into a frenzy. It’s not an area I’ve let men venture. The sensation is almost new, exciting, and holy shit…so good. Especially when his fingers graze my clit, my own grasping to the tub to keep from moving too much or coming too soon.

I can’t stop myself when he pushes his tongue in and hums with pleasure, sending a vibration straight to my core. I gasp and grind against his fingers as the orgasm rocks through me. It’s so easy for him to make me come.

If I had any ego with sex, I’d be disappointed in myself with how quickly I crumble under his ministrations. But I don’t, and I’m not fighting it. It only means more orgasms to come because he doesn’t tire easily.

I flop over onto my back, stretching my arms out to the sides and moving my legs as far apart as the tub allows so Gavin can nestle between them.

He kisses me, hard and a little sour. I don’t mind it, since he doesn’t, either. I like that he wants every part of my body, it makes me feel powerful and alive. Wanted and desired.

“Fuck me until you’re close, Gavin. Then finish in my mouth,” I say against his lips.

“It’s like you’re in my head with me,” he says as he thrusts in so hard my head falls back. His palm is there, holding me up. Holding me close. He’s relentless, water sloshing over the sides and onto the floor, all while he tethers me to his body. I wind my limbs around him, holding on and sighing with each slide of his hard cock inside me.

I love this. Our connection, our union. Hearts throbbing skin to skin. Bodies slapping without a care other than more, more, more.

I love him. But I keep it to myself. It’s not the time for the words. I think he knows anyway. I think he feels this as strongly as I do. There’s no way he couldn’t.

Pressing kisses to his neck, I lay the words there. Silent and invisible but marked forever. A promise to grow stronger for him, to learn to give him my whole heart without fear, to build a life together. To love him until death.

It’s our turn. It’s our time.

I pull at his curls and nip at his jaw as his rhythm shifts. He’s close now.

“My mouth, Gavin. I want to taste you.”

“Fuck,” he groans, but then he’s standing and holding my head where he wants me with one hand. The other stroking his cock. So tantalizing my eyes blur from anticipation. “Open.”

When my lips part enough, he shoves it in and holds it deep. I moan around him, gripping his thighs, the muscles tensing under my fingers.

In and out, he starts a slow glide. I lap at him. Waiting and wanting, tasting the pre-cum. Then he’s coming, and I’m swallowing him down like it’s the only sustenance I’ll ever need, while he keeps thrusting until he’s totally satiated and so am I.

After he’s cleaned us up and dried us off, he wraps a blanket around me and props me back up on his kitchen counter while he cooks me dinner in the nude. It’s a nice view, nicer than my lake at home.

“I had coffee with Caroline today,” I say. He pauses the knife chopping the onion.

“Why did you do that?”

“She asked.” I shrug. “She wanted to apologize.”

“That’s good, she owed you that. How did it go?”

“Okay, I think. We found some common ground, anyway.”

“I’m glad,” he says, stepping over to press a kiss to my lips.

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