He walked to the nightstand, tore off a package and ripped it open, watching her eyes as he rolled it on. Then he climbed onto the bed and pushed her thighs apart, making room for himself.
Rielle laid flat on the mattress, as if expecting him to mount her right now.
Why wouldn’t she think that? You’re wearing a condom.
Only so he didn’t have to fumble with the damn thing at the moment of truth.
Gavin kissed the blond hair at the top of her mound. Her belly button. Her sternum. Then those perfect br**sts were in his face again. He sucked on her right nipple. Played with the rigid point with his teeth and tongue. Making her squirm. He switched to the other side, worshipping her br**sts as they deserved.
Her nails were digging into the back of his neck and she lifted her pelvis, trying to connect with something solid.
He looked up, seeing her face flushed and her breathing ragged. “Ree?”
“Don’t stop. I’m about to…”
“Just from me sucking on your ni**les?”
“Yes. They’ve always been sensitive. And what you’re doing…is really, really doing it for me, so don’t stop.”
He latched on with renewed vigor and she almost shot straight off the mattress. He pinched her other nipple hard, then palmed her pu**y, while strongly suckling the taut peak.
Rielle cried out, “Yes!”
Gavin could feel the pulsing beneath his sucking lips and beneath his palm. He watched her face as she climaxed—she was something lost in pleasure. Softer somehow. He wanted her so bad his balls ached.
As soon as she relaxed, he aligned his c**k and propped himself above her.
She opened her eyes and rose up to kiss him, her hands sliding down to grip his ass, letting him know she was in the moment.
He eased in slowly, kissing her softly until they were fully joined. Staying right there, her pu**y hot and wet and tight around his shaft.
Then he moved on her, in her, keeping a steady rhythm that allowed him to sustain the kiss.
Rielle’s legs were splayed wide and her chest rose to meet his every rolling thrust. The cushion of her br**sts rubbed against the thatch of hair on his chest.
Gradually he pushed into that channel a little harder. A little faster. His heart rate kicked up and sweat beaded on his brow.
Her lips slid free and she kissed his chin, the side of his neck, his Adam’s apple, the hollow of his throat. She clamped both hands on his butt.
Fuck. This was so good. And with her biting his neck like that and blowing in his ear, he was already riding that edge. So he slowed to a stop and pressed his lips into her hair.
Rielle tipped his head to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s perfect. Being with you, is amazing. I just want to take my time.”
“You don’t have to do that on my account, Gavin.” She whispered a kiss across his lips. “Move faster, harder, whatever you want. I’m right here with you.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Gavin ramped up the pace. Rising into a pushup position to drive into her tight cunt harder. Faster.
She clung to him, frantically kissing his neck, undulating and arching beneath him with every snap of his hips.
Then he had that short warning tingle down his spine. He switched to short, quick jabs.
He groaned when his balls pulled up. His head fell back as his dick spasmed; each hot pulse shook him with a full body shudder. His hands curled into the sheet and he groaned again, longer, louder as the climax reached the apex. White and black spots danced behind his eyelids and a dull roar filled his head.
Yeah, that made up for the quickie on the balcony.
He looked down at her.
No smile. A somber face.
“Ree? Honey, what is it?” Had he hurt her somehow?
She lifted up to kiss him fiercely.
Gavin nuzzled her ear. “You okay?”
She shook her head.
His stomach dropped.
Then she buried her face in his neck and he realized she was crying.
Chapter Seventeen
Embarrassed, Rielle tried to roll away from Gavin—wishing she could crawl under the bed—but he wouldn’t allow it. He tucked her against his body, acting as if it were perfectly natural for a woman basking in the glow of two outstanding orgasms to be teary-eyed.
He didn’t push her to talk; he just held her.
Once she regained control, she got brave enough to lift her head. “Thank you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Well, except for the other night out on the balcony.”
“Really?”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Really.”
“So why the tears?”
“Because I feel like a freak.” She expected he’d force her to look at him after that statement, but he didn’t. “I’ve spent my life as a single mother, Gavin. I don’t have the sexual history most women do.”
“Why on earth would you think that’d be a problem for me?”
“Because it’s always been a problem for me,” she said softly.
Then he did tip her chin up to study her face.
“The tears caught me by surprise. I’m so not a crier. But being with you…I got this rush of happiness, followed immediately by fear.”
“We should’ve talked about this before. But the instant I put my hands on you, I lose any coherent train of thought.” Gavin’s fingers traced the line of her spine and he smoothed his palm over her bu**ocks. “See? I already forgot what we were talking about.”
“Me being practically a forty-year-old virgin.”
“Hey. No more thinking you’re a freak. You’re perfect, Ree. And I’m not exactly such a…” He snapped his mouth shut.
“Not exactly such a what?”
“Never mind.” Gavin got up and ditched the condom. Then he took her in his arms again. “This is a clean slate for both of us. Nothing we did or didn’t do before matters.” His eyes glowed with pure male intent. “So if there’s a position you’re dying to try, or some fantasy you have, feel free to share and we’ll act it out in explicit detail.”
“This feels like a fantasy, lying in bed with you after we had awesome sex.” She fought a blush at confessing, “I’ve been thinking of quite a few things I’d like to try with you.” She brushed her mouth over the smooth section of flesh above his nipple. “And you promised me four times tonight, remember?”
“You said you wanted me to f**k you four times. I never agreed because I don’t promise what I can’t deliver.”