Page 68 of This Memory
I opened my eyes to see Gavin looking directly at me as he came. He moved harder and faster on his last two thrusts, and I wrapped my legs around him as another orgasm ripped through my body. Or maybe it was the same one…I couldn’t tell anymore.
Our bodies felt like one. We connected in the most intense and beautiful of ways. And I knew Gavin Quinn had ruined me for all other men.
When he finally came to a slow stop, he rested his forehead on mine. We both drew in gasps of air as the smell of sex filled the air.
Once his breathing settled some, he settled on his forearms and smiled at me.
I couldn’t help it; I giggled like a damn teenage girl.
“That was fucking amazing. I’ve never…it’s never been that good, Brystol.”
All I could do was nod and whisper, “I know.”
He kissed me and rolled us until I was straddling him. His dick was nestled between my legs, and still somewhat hard, so I gave an experimental rock forward…and when I did, a zip of pleasure raced through my body.
“Oh gosh,” I said, rocking more. “That feels so good.”
His hands came to my hips. “I think I need maybe an hour, Bry.”
“Shut up, Gavin,” I said, as I slid back and forth against his semi-hard dick. “That feels amazing. Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
And before I knew it, I was coming again. It wasn’t as intense, but hell if it didn’t feel just as good. I dropped my head to his chest and giggled again.
“What the hell? This pregnancy is going to kill me if I’m this horny the entire time.”
Gavin laughed. “Well, then I give my body to you to use however you like.”
Lifting my head, I smiled. “Shower?”
“Together?”
“I mean, do you really need an hour or…?”
He rolled me back over and kissed me. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Perfect. That’s enough time for you to wash me and me to wash you.”
Climbing out of bed, Gavin reached down and picked me up, carrying me to my bathroom. There, he set me down on the cold counter, causing me to let out a girly shriek. He turned on the water and motioned for me to join him in the shower…where he was indeed ready again in fifteen minutes.
Gavin
The birds singing outside of Brystol’s bedroom window made me roll over and look at the time. Why were they so damn loud? It was winter, for crying out loud.
The bedside clock read five minutes until seven. I turned to see Brystol sleeping peacefully. I watched her for a few minutes until I couldn’t take it any longer—I had to kiss her.
Leaning in, I kissed the tip of her nose. She barely moved, so I did it again. Lifting her hand, she swatted and just missed hitting my face.
Clearly this was going to take something more.
She was lying on her back, so I carefully slipped under the covers and made my way between her legs. When I pushed them apart, she stirred, and before she could fully wake up, I spread her open and licked her like she was my favorite flavor of ice cream.
Brystol gasped as I covered her with my mouth.
“Holy shit!” she cried, her hands pushing into my hair and holding me close.
I worked her with my mouth until she was squirming. When she finally stopped crying out my name, I pulled away from her, pulled the sheet back, and smiled.
“My God,” she gasped. “That is my new favorite way to wake up.”
