I was never good at giving up control, of putting aside all of my insecurities and giving myself over to pleasure. But with this man, I couldn’t do anything else. I was prisoner to his desires, as well as my own. And damn did I desire
this
.
When he began trailing kisses down the gentle slope of my belly, I closed my eyes, my body trembling with eagerness, willing him to go
all the way down. He spread my lower lips apart, testing my wetness with sure fingers. I moaned softly, holding myself still even as he urged my thighs further apart.
“So wet,” he said, his breath tickling my sensitive folds. “God, Aolani…”
And then his tongue met my most intimate space, caressing me with a gentleness that burned like fire, coaxing me with tiny licks toward falling completely apart. He dipped a finger inside of me, probing, teasing, his lips and tongue continuing their total exploration, making the tension inside of my core almost unbearable—a fire I longed to let consume me.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he demanded. “I want to bury myself inside you before you cum
. I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”
I shivered at his words, more turned on than ever by the way he was taking charge. He stood again and kissed me hard, claiming my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips. When he pushed me back onto the bed, I didn’t resist, but couldn’t help but screech when he flipped me over onto my knees and pressed my face
into the pillows.
“Let me see that gorgeous
arse of yours,” he growled.
I gasped into the bedclothes as I felt his hands spread me apart. What was he doing? Did he seriously want to see me like this? I balled my hands into fists, trying hard not to let my insecurity win out—to stay true to my promise and let him explore my body as he pleased.
“God, you’re sexy.”
He massaged my ass, kneading my cheeks, before spreading them apart again. I craned my neck and saw him looking at my pucker and the delicate pink folds beneath with something like awe in his eyes. He ran a thumb over me, caressing my tight ring. I groaned at the sensation—so soft, yet so
electric
.
“Has anyone ever had you
here, lass?”
Gavin rubbed me again, circling me lazily as I tried not to squirm. It felt almost like a tickle, but the nerves there were so much more sensitive than anything I’d felt before.
“No,” I breathed.
My body was alert, my mind foggy with need. What was he going to do to me?
He groaned at my reply and leaned down. I rested my cheek on the pillow, but had to bite back a scream as I felt his tongue slide over my cheeks and into that private hollow. I heard Gavin moan again, his hands firm on my ass as he tasted me, first in long strokes, then circling, laving me again and again.
“You’re amazing,” he said, leaning up again. “God, you’re something else, aren’t you?”
His fingers caressed me again, but then I felt one probing me, pushing at my entrance. I wanted to tense up, but the way he rubbed my cheeks before gently stroking my lower back made me melt like butter. His finger slipped past my tight ring of muscle, and I cried out. There was a small stinging sensation, but then, as I grew used to the feeling, it developed into something delicious, every nerve ending firing as I felt him in this whole new way.
He began to move, pushing and pulling his finger slowly, in and out of me, his thumb caressing my ass, his warm hand running over my back, soothing me.
“Does that feel good?”
I licked my lips, letting out a soft groan as he moved inside of me. “Yes…”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
The hesitation in his voice sent a wave of emotion through me. This man was so wild, so raw, yet so careful to make sure my needs were met. He was a beast, but also one of the most amazing men I’d ever met. He was wildness and control—fire and stone.
“Mm
hmm.” It was all I could articulate, my body feeling like Jell-O under his ministrations.
He let out a sharp hiss of breath,
then leaned over to his bedside table, removing a small bottle of lube. He withdrew his finger from me, and I made a noise of protest, wanting more. I gasped as he touched my entrance again, now with two fingers, slick and cool with gel. He slipped inside of me, and I held my breath, my body aching at the invasion, but eager to experience more.
“Relax, lass. Let me in.”
I released my breath, and felt my body accepting him, my muscles warming and softening as he began to move. He moved gently, twisting his fingers inside of me in a way that made me arch my feet against the bed sheets, the sensation so different from him inside my pussy, but so intense, so tingling, I almost couldn’t stand it. I needed him inside of me. All of him. All that he would give me.
“Please…” I begged, my face against the pillow. “Please, Gavin!”
There was a dark chuckle above me, but then his fingers stopped and pulled out with a feeling that sent a shiver up my spine. I heard his zipper lower, the riiiip of parting metal teeth exciting me more than I could say.
Then, he was pressing into
me, his tip cool and slick, but so big against my virgin ass, I suddenly felt a stab of fear. I whimpered, clutching the sheets, but relaxed against him when I heard his gentle “shhh,” and felt his hands caressing my hips, urging me to open to him. To let him inside.
I cried out when the head slipped all the way in, seating inside of me, my body squeezing around him, so full I felt like I might burst, but knowing I wouldn’t. I was made for him, and him for me. I would take him inside of me, and let him love me.
A moment of pain melted sensually into pleasure as he waited, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation. When I moaned into the sheets, he began to move, so slowly it was torturous, the friction of his cock pushing into my tight body agonizing in its pleasure. He made a strangled noise behind me, like it took all of his strength to hold himself back.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted. “So goddamn tight.”
He pulled out slowly until just the tip remained, but I could tell his control was waning.
“Fuck me, Gavin,” I said, reaching back to touch his hip. “
Please
.”
I felt him shudder as he pushed back inside of me,
then slammed home inside of me. I screamed at the feeling—stuffed full of this beautiful man’s cock, sharing something with him that was ours alone. My clit throbbed against the bed, my core begging for release. I whimpered and tried to slide my hand between my legs. Gavin grabbed my wrist.
“I’m the one who will make you cum, la
ss, remember? You’re mine… Every part of you.” He pulled out and thrust back into me, making me cry out. “All of you.” He began fucking me harder, then, the feel of him moving in and out past that tight circle of my ass making me squirm beneath him, writhing in wanton pleasure. “Even this.”
He kneaded my curves, his strong hands bruising
my skin as he pistoned in and out of me. My nipples dragged over the sheets with each motion, the peaks so sensitive it was a struggle not to come apart until he wanted me to. I wanted to cum with him. To please him any way I could. To let him know I was his.
His arm circled my waist as he drove into me, and when I felt his thumb brush over my sex, I pressed my lips together and fought against the tide rising inside of me, that fierce, persistent hum building quickly to a crescendo.
***
Gavin
Being buried inside Aolani is a feeling that is simple indescribable. But being in control—having her submit to me, let me touch her in ways she’d never been touched—that is simply fucking amazing.
I flicked her clit, urging her on, even while I knew she must
be dying, waiting to cum. Her body was shaking, her beautiful arse squeezing around me, her tiny hands scraping at the sheets, her mouth open in a seductive O; her eyes shut, dark lashes spilling over her cheeks like a goddess.
I was so close, I didn’t know if I could last much longer
if I wanted to. If I thought being in her pussy was heavenly, I don’t know what this was. I was somewhere in outer space, above even the angels.
I ran my hand over her
round hip until I gripped her small waist, thrusting into her again and again. My balls began to tighten, my cock twitching inside of her. The hot, tight ring sliding over my length was too good—too good entirely. I was done, captured, completely hers--just as she’d given herself to me, I, too, was her slave.
I rubbed her faster, needing her to reach her peak. Excited to come together, to fall with one another, to experience the joyous weightlessness of
orgasm, held together in rapture. I leaned over and bit her shoulder, then whispered in her ear.
“Come for me, lass. Come for me now.”
She opened her eyes and looked back at me, and I gasped as she smiled, her face lighting up brighter than the sun. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut again, her mouth opening wide, as a gasp exploded out, turning rapidly into a scream. Her ass gripped me like a vice, and I slammed into her one last time, shooting my hot cum inside of her again and again, my abs tightening as I grunted, my pleasure coming down on me like a hammer fall.
She reached back, grabbing for my hand, and I gave it to her, holding her tight as we came together, her body contracting, milking me, mine shuddering with the last gasp of
our mutual pleasure.
When she
was finally still, her breath coming more slowly, her panting stopped, I leaned down, putting my weight partially on top of her, wanting to cover her sweet body with mine, if just for a moment. We were still connected, my stiffness hidden deep inside of her, my balls empty and satisfaction falling over me like a blanket.
When I rolled to my side, she snuggled back against me, not wanting to break our connection. I pulled her tight to me, loving the way her breasts spilled over my hand holding her to
me, their pillowy weight a comfort.
An increasingly familiar emotion filled me as I lay there, my nostrils filled with the coconut and jasmine
scent Aolani’s hair, one that made my heart squeeze in my chest each time I caught it. This woman did things to me that no one ever had. Not only was she beautiful and so sexy it boggled the mind, but she was so intelligent, so driven, so easy to be with, like we were made for one another’s company…
“I love you,” I whispered.
I froze, then, not meaning to speak aloud.
Oh, God.
Had she heard me?
Aolani sighed against me, her breath soft against my arm. She’d fallen asleep with me still inside her, still connected together.
I kissed her head and held her closer, wishing that
this moment would never end. And part of me, deep down, wishing that she’d heard my confession. Heard the words that had tumbled so carelessly from my mouth.
I lay awake that
night listening to the sound of Aolani’s steady breathing, trying to call up memories of Fiona—to remember why I’d made my promise. But try as I might, all I could manage was a glimpse of red curls juxtaposed against the stormy grey of the ocean. The sound of her laugh over the noise of the wind and the splash of the waves.
Try as I might,
I could no longer remember her face.
Aolani rolled over in her sleep, her arm falling onto my chest. I leaned over and kissed her wrist, tears stinging my eyes for the first time in years.
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