Page 69 of Born to Make You Smile

“Oh Grace,” he muttered against me with a moan. “So good.”

The gusts of his breath tickled, and I squirmed.

With a firm grip on my thighs, he spread my legs apart and then pushed his mouth against my cunt ferociously. He moved the flat surface of his tongue all along me, then I felt him slide it right inside.

Jesus.I moaned and reveled in the most gratifying feeling of his tongue stroking my walls.

I couldn't help but slightly thrust into his face while I moved my head up and down on his cock, holding on to his strong legs to help give me the leverage to take him in as deep as I could manage. He grunted and groaned into me, and the vibrations of his voice rumbled through my body.

We continued to pleasure each other, and it didn't take long for Gavin to get off. He warned me, then let out a jarred, rumbling growl. I moved along him, picking up my intensity until his salty release dripped down my throat. Seconds later, my body was thrown into a state of ecstasy as my orgasm began to stir, bringing forth all my juices on his face. I drove my pelvis against his mouth, praying I wasn't pounding onto him too forcefully.

I let out a moan on his cock while the stream of blissful waves passed through me.

Wow.

Eventually, I managed to roll off on the bed, our heads at each other’s feet, catching my breath.

I caught sight of Gavin’s glimmering face smiling at me.

“Was that okay?” I breathed, my cheeks still burning hot. “I didn’t smother you?”

“No. I loved every second of your perfect cunt on my face. And the way you suck me?Christ.” He sighed. “That’s the kind of oral care ten out of ten dentists would surely recommend.”

I laughed loudly with a snort.

I was floating so high that I had no idea how I would ever come back down to earth.

TWENTY-ONE

Gavin reserved a tablefor dinner at the French restaurant we’d missed the other night. He was the perfect gentleman, which of course, wasn’t a surprise. He opened doors, took my coat, and even held my chair out for me at the dinner table before we sat down.

The restaurant was beautiful and charming. The twinkling of candlelight, white tablecloths, soothing sounds of a live band playing classical music—ultra fancy and romantic.

Gavin ordered a bottle of red wine and the venison steak with frites and green beans. I decided on the Cornish hen with russet potato wedges. The last time I’d been in a fancy restaurant had been with Ethan. But sitting before Gavin was an entirely new experience, like we were the only ones in the room. Part of me felt like royalty.His princess. I shook my head to rid the thought. I didn’t want to get used to any of this special five-star treatment.

We clanked our wineglasses together with a cheers.

I took the first bite of my food and moaned at the bursts of flavors. I just about had an out-of-body experience.

“Good?” Gavin asked, his right brow lifted.

“Delicious. This place is amazing,” I gushed. “I’m glad we didn’t miss our reservations this time. How’s your steak?”

“Excellent. Want to try?” He gave me a slice of venison as well as some frites. “Oh, and here, you can have these as well.” With his nose wrinkled, he moved his two small spears of asparagus on my plate.

I gave him a piece of hen and a potato wedge. The act of sharing food was intimate, something I’d never done before on a date. It made my chest flutter.

“These potatoes are incredible,” he said.

“They are,” I agreed. “I wish I knew what they used to season them.”

“You know, that reminds me of a joke.”

Oh God. “What is it?”

“Why do dentists love potatoes?”

I rolled my eyes. “Why?”

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