Page 47 of The Fangirl and the Playboy

She seems to be in some sort of trance, a sexual hypnosis as she bites her lip. Her body starts to vibrate with anticipation as I push my jeans down past my thighs. Gravity takes over, and they fall to the floor, pooling around my feet.

Stepping out of them, I close back in on her, kissing her mouth while gripping her hips. I lift her up, and she smoothly wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel how wet she is through our underwear as she grinds against my erection.

Fuck.I need to slow this down, or I’m going to come right here, right now, before I’ve even learned what it feels like to be inside her. Spinning, I walk to the main bedroom, using an elbow to flick on the light switch as we enter.

I need toseeher. All spread out on my bed, eager and wanton, begging me for more.

When we reach the mattress, I tip forward, laying her on her back while I hover over her, our mouths still connected in an erotic dance I hope never ends. Reaching back with one hand, I unlock her ankles, and her legs drop to the bed on either side of me.

Breaking off the kiss, I push myself up on stiff arms and meet her eyes.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for twelve years, so we’re not going to rush it. I want to wring every single drop of pleasure from your body, and then some.”

“Yes,” she breathes, squirming with need beneath me. “Please, Gavin.”

The sound of my name on her lips coupled with a breathy moan nearly undoes me, but I manage to keep a fingerhold on my control. I lean down and press my open mouth to her neck, sucking and licking a path down to her breasts. I take my time with those, teasing the tender peaks with my tongue until she’s writhing with need, and only then do I continue my path downward.

This is it. I’m going to taste her––finally––and I almost want to drag out the delicious anticipation even longer.

Almost.

By the time I reach her hip bone, I’m a mindless animal, ripping her underwear down her legs before shoving her knees apart and staring down at her glistening wet pussy.

“So pretty,” I murmur. “So perfect.”

“Gavin,” she breathes, lifting her hips in an attempt to hurry me along.

It works.

Dropping down, I push my face between her thighs and drive my tongue through her damp flesh. She shouts at the touch, rotating her hips in time with the motion of my tongue as I lick the length of her slit.

My head spins at the taste of her, or maybe it’s a lack of oxygen. Though I know I should pause to take a few deep breaths, I can’t bring myself to do it. If this is the way I die, so be it. At least I’ll go out deliriously happy.

“Gavin,” she groans, and I’ll never tire of hearing my name fall from her lips in that husky, needy tone.

My tongue finds her clit, and she bucks so hard, she nearly dislodges me.Nearly.

Gripping her hips, I hold her down while I swirl around and stab at that little bundle of nerves. Her thighs turn tense, tightening around my head like a vice grip as she chants the word “yes” like the sweetest of melodies.

At this point, I’m fairly certain the sound of her voice alone could make me come. I need to be inside her when that happens, but first…

Releasing one hip, I run my palm up her thigh before pushing a finger inside her. She’s hot and tight and wet and I think I black out for a minute, but I quickly regain control and curl my finger, searching for that secret spot inside her that’ll make her see stars.

I hit a rough patch and she yips, bucking so hard, I almost lose my grip on her. Finding the spot again, I brush my fingertip over it while simultaneously sucking her clit between my lips.

“Oh, fuck,” she shouts, her torso levering upright as her inner walls clench down on my finger.

I pump the digit inside her as she falls back to the mattress, drawing out her release until only a few aftershocks remain. Giving that gorgeous pussy one last kiss, I climb back up her body, bracing myself on straight arms as I hover over her and wait for her to open those beautiful eyes.

“That was…” she says, keeping them closed while a smile curves her lips.

“Not over,” I supply when she doesn’t finish the sentence.

Her eyes pop open, and her smile widens. Pushing herself up and bracing on her elbows, she presses her mouth to mine. She doesn’t seem to mind the taste of herself on my lips, and that drives me even wilder than I already am.

“Oh, shit,” I say, closing my eyes and letting my head drop.

“What is it?” she asks.

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