Page 21 of Grimm
“You need to be sure this is what you want, Gina.” I flicked my tongue, savoring her lips one more time just in case she said this was as far as we could take this. What happened next was completely up to her, but I would be lying if I didn’t hope she’d give me the green light. “There’s no going back once I taste your juices and sink into your warm cunt.”
She moaned, digging her nails into my biceps. The delicious sting from her nails, her hooded eyes, and her flushed dark skin had me itching to plunge deep inside her, have her screaming my name. I wanted so bad to take her right here right now, but I needed to hear the words. She needed to tell me what she wanted.
“I want you, Tav,” she whispered, much to my relief. “I want you even if it changes nothing between us. I want you even if it changes everything. I just want you. Now.”
She didn’t need to say anything else.
“Strip,” I commanded, my voice hoarse from the desire moving through me. “Sit down and open your legs. I want to see that pretty pussy dripping for me.”
I’d been itching to have this woman under me and screaming my name since the day she showed up after eleven years. Thoughts of how one night would be between us had been swimming inside my mind so much, I’d been jacking off for a week straight trying to sate the want building inside me. Not even Fiona could get her off my mind, and Fiona was a fucking master with her mouth and tongue.
One fuck and one taste was all I needed from Gina. Then we’d find her brother, she’d help with my father, and then we both would go on with our lives.
She did as ordered, her beautiful curvy frame on full display for me. The dark, hardened peaks of her large, full breasts begged for my attention, and she had smooth, raven skin I wanted to touch. Lick. Bite. My gaze drifted down between her thighs, and my tongue darted across my lips at the sight of her already saturated, neatly trimmed tight curls and folds. I could almost taste her arousal on my tongue.
“Spread your legs wider, Gina,” I demanded, my voice gruff from lust while I eagerly waited to get a full glimpse of what awaited me. “I need to see all of you.”
She slowly pushed her legs further apart, teasing me. The urge to walk over and pull them apart myself covered me, but I’d give her a sliver of control. Just this once.
When she couldn’t open them any farther, I gazed at the view of a lifetime. Pure fucking perfection. My dick pressed mercilessly against the zipper of my jeans, forcing me to grab myself through the thick fabric, seeking relief.
I wish I was already deep inside her, but we were taking this slow. One time was all we had. I wanted to enjoy it while I could.
“Touch yourself.”
Her beautiful eyes, almost dark as the night, remained trained on me as her hand moved down over the curve of her stomach, inching ever so slowly toward her beautiful glistening pussy with no hesitation. Her fingers slid through neatly-trimmed curls, perfect chocolate petals highlighted by a pink center, and then grazed her protruded bud. Her eyes rolled as she made circles over her clit.
“Open your eyes, sweetness.”
Her dark, gorgeous eyes slowly opened, focusing on me as she pulled her lip between her teeth.
“I want to see how good you can make yourself feel.”
Damn, she was fucking gorgeous. I could stand there all day and watch her slide her fingers through her wet folds. However, I was torn. I wanted to watch the show like I was watching a fucking porn in the making, and I wanted to join in. Taste the nectar coating her fingers and have my cock immersed in it.
Fuck!
I couldn’t do both. So, making my decision to bring her to the brink myself, I dropped to my knees between her legs. A deep guttural groan vibrated in my chest when the scent of arousal reached my nose.
“Tavish,” she moaned, her gorgeous eyes swirling with need for me.
It made me want to fuck her harder, but I couldn’t. Not just yet. I needed just one taste. One taste, then I’d fuck her and hopefully get her out of my system.
I removed her hands from her pussy and took each finger into my mouth, sucking off her essence. My eyes closed when her salty, tangy taste coated my tongue.
Fucking Christ, I’m going to be addicted to this shit.
“Tavish,” she whispered.
“That’s it, sweetness.” I leaned down and ran my tongue up her slit, covering it with more of her arousal. “Say my name again.”
“Oh my God, Tavish.”
It was a sound so fucking sweet, I could take my last breath hearing it tumble from her lips.
Her hands dug into my hair, gripping it for dear life as she rode my tongue. The sting at my scalp caused my dick to thicken more.
What’s pleasure without a little pain?
