Page 61 of Mistle-Ho

“You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Gavin’s voice lowers, but still carries a teasing edge. “Probably because you’ve been thinking about this since high school.”

I shoot him a glare. “I never should have told you that.”

Gavin chuckles, the sound deep and rich. “It’s only fair I get something to hold over your head since you’re never gonna let me live down ruining your Christmas dress.”

“Let’s make a deal. I promise to stop bringing it up if you promise to hurry up and ruin more of me.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever asked for sex in my life. With Hugo, it was just what we did. A natural development of a long term relationship. It wasn’t that I felt obligated, I just never felt eager. Not like I do now.

Gavin doesn’t hesitate. “Deal.” His big hands hook into the waist of my joggers, dragging them and my panties down in one quick move, whisking away both—along with my socks and slip-on shoes—before dumping it all over the side of the bed. Then, before I can fully process what’s coming, he grips me behind the knees, spreads my legs wide, and plants his mouth right between them.

Like he’s starving.

The shock of the wet heat of his mouth sends me arching off the bed, gasping as the tip of his tongue flicks my clit in that teasing motion that drives me freaking wild.

Gavin works me up fast, but to be fair, I was already halfway there anyway. In what feels like seconds, I’m coming, writhing against his blankets and grabbing at his hair.

Before I’ve even fully come down, he’s kissing his way up my body, wet lips sliding over my belly as he shoves up my T-shirt, baring my tits. He sucks one nipple hard, movements jerky as he frees himself from his jeans and briefs with one hand, kicking them away almost violently.

Gavin releases my breast, the wide width of his body spreading my thighs even more as he settles between them. His teeth drag across the lobe of my ear, voice ragged as he says, “I know that was fast, Al. I just don’t think I can wait anymore to feel how tight you’re gonna squeeze my dick.”

My earlier orgasm dulled the flames licking across my skin, but they flare right back to life at his admission. I totally understand the appeal of dirty talk now, and Gavin seemed to like when I did it earlier, so I decide to do a little more myself.

“I can’t wait either.” My breathing quickens as he reaches to grab a condom from his nightstand, aggressively tearing the packet before fisting it down his substantial length. “Your dick is going to feel so good. It’s going to fill me so full.” I wiggle around, impatience and need making it hard to stay still. “I’m going to come so hard it will ruin me. I won’t want anyone else but you.”

Gavin’s eyes snap to my face as he notches the flared head of his cock against me. “Say that again.”

“I won’t want anyone but you.” It’s too easy to say and even easier to think.

Gavin catches one of my hands with his, lacing our fingers together before pressing them against the pillows above my head. “Again.”

The intensity in his stare is doing all sorts of crazy things to my insides, and I can’t stop myself from minorly adjusting the words. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Good.” Gavin’s nostrils flare as he finds my other hand, joining our fingers like before then lifting it to the pillows. “I plan to keep it that way.”

His eyes fuse to mine as he presses into me slowly. He’s maddeningly careful, and part of me wants to tell him to just get it in there already. I’m not breakable.

But a bigger part of me wants this moment to drag out. Wants to commit every second to memory. Wants to soak it all in.

Because I can’t help but feel like this is something big. Possibly monumental. That it might change everything. Not just for Gavin, but for me.

When he’s finally fully seated, Gavin lets out a long, ragged breath as his forehead drops to mine, eyes tightly shut. He stays like that as the seconds tick by, face taunt, body strung with tension.

I want him to move. Need him to shift just a little, because I feel like I’ve been pinned to a corkboard. “Gavin, I—”

“Stop wiggling, Al.” One hand releases mine to grip my hip, holding me still. “I just need a minute.”

My skin flushes, but not in embarrassment. “What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong.” He grits the words out, lids finally lifting to meet my gaze. “I don’t want this to be a Christmas party repeat.”

His confirmation of my suspicions has the air rushing from my lungs. “Oh.” My eyes drop down to where our bodies are joined, and I can’t stop myself from asking. “Does this happen a lot?”

Gavin’s lips quirk, like he’s amused instead of insulted by my question. “Are you asking if I’m normally a two-pump chump?” He shakes his head, not waiting for my answer. “No. Not even close.” He leans in, rubbing his nose against mine. “You seem to bring out the best in me.”

I can’t put into words how much I like what he’s saying. What it does to me to hear what I do to him. It makes me realize everything actually changed a long time ago. Not tonight. Nothing was ever going to be the same between us from the second he walked into my old playhouse. “Then stop worryingabout it.” I hook my legs around his, trying to encourage him. “I don’t mind.”

Gavin’s eyes narrow. “I mind. I’m not getting off unless you get off with me.”

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