Page 58 of Born to Make You Smile

We continued to kiss and tug and grope, needy and desperate. My hands were in his hair. The strands were even softer than Ithought they would be; smooth and lush between my fingers. I was so wet I was almost embarrassed. His erection against me was divine, rubbing on my aching clit. ButGod, I wanted more. I’d never wanted a man inside me so badly. He moved his fingers in my hair, then my neck, trailing his hands down my back, caressing my body. His touch was electrifying, and my pleasure climbed at an alarming rate.

His chest rumbled as he let out a deep groan, and suddenly, I felt the impending flutter of my release.

Oh no. I was coming. My senses were overloaded, and I could do nothing to stop it.

“Gavin. Oh my… I’m…”

I let out a steady moan against his lips as my unyielding orgasm forced through me like a tidal wave, crashing into me and carrying my body away. My core flooded with pleasure, and my limbs contracted. Clusters of stars sprinkled my vision.

When I finally came down, I frowned, mortified. “I'm so sorry. I couldn't control it.”

“Grace,” he said, meeting my gaze. “Don't apologize. That was incredible.”

He pulled me close, and we continued to kiss. God, I was still so turned on. But I needed more. More contact. More skin against mine. But suddenly, I panicked, knowing I had to tell him how inexperienced I was.

I pulled away.

“What’s wrong? You’re having reservations about this?” He released a sigh. “Of course you are. The implications of what we’re doing…”

“Um. Gavin,” I breathed. Shit. I had to tell him it wasn’t only our situation that was causing my hesitation. “It’s just that…I’m very new to all this. I’ve never done any of this before.Any of it.”

“I see. So you’ve never…” He cleared his throat.

“I’m a virgin.” I spit the words out. “I’ve never been touched, and I’ve never touched a man. That changes everything, doesn’t it?”

“No. But it does change the way we’d go about this. We’ll definitely take things more slowly. I never intend to pressure you in any way, shape, or form. To do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Despite my vast inexperience, I wanted to show him I wasn’t so innocent. He didn’t have to treat me like a fragile flower.

I slung my leg off and stood before him, giving him my best seductive eye, then I began to undress. “I want you to touch me.”

He watched me remove my clothing with his jaw hanging open. His gaze was eager. Impatient.

Finally, I slipped off my thong and stood before him completely naked.

“Grace.” His hungry eyes ran over my body, taking in every single inch of my curves. He looked as if he’d pounce on me but was holding back. “You are so bloody beautiful.Fuck.”

I about gasped, hearing the profanity spew out of his mouth. In all the years I’d known him, I never heard him curse like that before.

I reached down and ran my hands over my chest, circling my nipples with a moan.

“Come to me,” he breathed with a rasp, pulling me close. “I need to touch you.”

He moved his hands over my full breasts, running his thumb over my hardened nipples. His touch immediately sent a spark through my lower body. My clit pulsed, begging for his touch.

He cupped my right breast in his hand, then placed his lips over my nipple, putting the whole pink peak into his mouth. Kissing and licking, sucking gently.

“Oh my God,” I cried out. I’d never felt anything like that in my life.

“You liked that. You like it when I do this.” He moved to the left breast and flicked my nipple with his tongue, then sucked.

I let out a moan, feeling the slick arousal between my thighs. “Yes. Very much.”

My hips began to involuntarily pump the air in search of contact.

Gavin got the hint and placed his fingers on my wet sex, starting with light, feathery strokes. His touch sent a wave of delicious shivers through me. He moved over my clit, along my folds, then lower over my opening. I could feel him slide, indicating how wet I was. He brought his fingers back up to my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in slow, persistent circles. My body quivered with delight.

“Christ. You’re drenched.” He continued to tease my clit as I shamelessly thrust against his hand. “No man has ever touched you here before?”

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