Page 35 of Surrender
I eye him speculatively for a moment. “Okay.”
As soon as his hands are free, he drops to his knees and pulls my right leg over his shoulder. His tongue thrusts into me overtop of my panties, shoving the gritty texture of the damp fabric into the place that aches to be filled. I forget about all of my previous insecurities. I forget about my past. All I can focus on is the raging climb throbbing in my loins.
Gareth adjusts his angle, splaying his tongue out flat on my clit and begins nuzzling with his face between my thighs. It’s shocking, and intense, and deliciously erotic. My voice surprises me when he hits the bundle of nerves perfectly and I scream out, “Oh my God! Holy shit, don’t stop doing that!”
My command begins a frenzy. He grabs the strip of my panties and pulls them to the side, and his tongue swipes across the bare flesh. The touch of his mouth devouring my centre is like being colour blind your entire life and finally seeing fiery red for the first time. My screams grow impossibly louder when he grabs my ass and pulls me so hard against his face, I’m not sure how he’s even breathing.
“No, no, nooo!” I shriek as my entire body bears down and ruptures in a riot of tremulous, painful relief. My inner thighs quake as my leg begins to give out. Gareth pulls back to catch me in his arms as I crumple to the floor. He lays me down on the plush carpeted floor and thrusts two of his fingers into me, massaging my still-spasming centre while worshipfully kissing my hip bones. I don’t think I can take any more. My body seems to be trying to push him out, but my hips continue to greedily pump against his meaty fingers. The wet noises in the quiet closet are so sensual, I begin climbing the hill again. Another orgasm jumping on top of the last.
“Holy shit!” I cry when he hooks his finger into my G-spot. “Gareth!” I scream and grab the hair on his head, pulling it hard in a crazed, sexual moment of unrestraint. “Fuuuck!” My voice is lost to a hoarse, garbled cry as I squeeze my thighs together and climax again, fisting his silky strands in my fingers like they are a life rope keeping me from being sucked into the sea.
This orgasm is more than mind-blowing. It’s unbelievable. It’s unbelievable that a man can wreck me like a crashing ship by using only his mouth and fingers.
I lose complete track of time as I lie on the lush carpet in Gareth’s see-through closet. I’m spent, I’m satiated, and I’m trying to work out in my head if the orgasm is because of Gareth or because of the control I had over him the moments leading up to it. Whatever it was, I want more. A lot more. I’m not sure how I’m ever going to want it to stop.
Suddenly, the heat of Gareth moves away from my body. I sit up to see him sitting back on his haunches. He’s shirtless and panting, his face glistening with what I can only assume is me. But it’s not just the dirty, hot look of him that brings me up short. It’s the astonishment on his face that makes me feel uneasy.
I pull my knees to my chest. “What is it?” I ask, shoving strands of hair away from my face. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“My mind is fucking shattered,” he croaks and exhales heavily, his abs even more defined as his body contracts. I look down at his erection swelling through his jeans. It looks painful. “I could have come just watching you.”
Wait, what?“Are you serious?”
“Completely.” He laughs and runs a hand through his tousled hair. His slumped posture is unnerving. “Sloan, I’ve never been so turned on with a woman in my entire life.”
“Okaaay,” I reply slowly, not sure what he’s getting at here.
“I’m telling you this because it’s a good thing. I’ve struggled to connect with women sexually for a long time. No one has turned me on like you…No one.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. I laugh really freaking hard. How little old me—Sloan Montgomery from Chicago who’s had a small handful of sexual partners her entire life—can have sexual control over Manchester’s star soccer player is beyond any comprehension.
“It’s not that funny.” The irritated expression on Gareth’s face has me pulling in my lips to stifle my amusement.
“I’m sorry,” I concede, shimmying toward him in my ridiculous lingerie. “I can’t help but laugh because this whole situation is crazy.”
“Crazy stupid or crazy incredible?”
“Incredible!” I reply, pressing my hands flat on the floor and leaning toward him. “Gareth, I just orgasmed twice and have yet to have sex with you. Not to mention you are an athlete who’s quite possibly England’s sexiest man alive and you just let mecontrolyou for my pleasure. Do you have any idea how I feel right now?”
“No…Tell me.” His eyes are wide and waiting. Maybe even a little fearful.
“I feel like I’m on top of the world! I feel like I can move mountains. Like I can do anything! I feel like I can start creating my own designs again. Hell, I want to start a charity. I want to cure cancer. I want to fucking live!”
“What were you doing before?” he asks.
“Existing.” I exhale heavily and blink away the tears threatening behind my lids. “I’ll never forget this night.”
Gareth eyes me thoughtfully, his stormy hazel eyes looking pensive and confused. Without explanation, he rises to his feet and runs his hands through his hair several times, his mind clearly in another place.
“Where are you going?” I ask as he heads toward the door of the closet.
“To get some water.” He pauses and grips the doorframe, the veins running down his arms tense and protruding. Without making eye contact, he replies, “I’ll grab you some, too.”
Frowning at his weird change of demeanour, I watch his shirtless form retreat.What the hell just happened?
I press my forehead against the cool stainless steel of the refrigerator as I fill a glass of ice water for Sloan. My cock feels like a titanium rod in my jeans and my walk down the stairs didn’t do anything to calm my nerves.
What’s the matter with me that I left a mostly naked woman like Sloan in my closet?
