Love at The Bluebird

Fuck, I need to be inside her, but I want her in control of when that happens. I don’t want her ever having doubts that she’s just a fling for me. She’s made a permanent mark on my heart and has the power to completely destroy it. Her hold over me in such a short amount of time is more powerful than any other woman I’ve had in my life. I can tell she only wants me for me and not Gavin McNeer, the celebrity. Knowing how much I needed to see her again only confirmed this girl is going to be mine. But until she says she’s ready for me to take her, I’ll give her the next best thing.

I take one last hard pull of her nipple and start kissing my way down her abdomen, zigzagging my way across her curves until I get to the top of her mound. Her legs automatically part for me, and I take that as permission to continue my journey down south. I get on my knees and trace my finger over her clit, lifting my eyes off what my fingers are doing. I watch her watch me, and I almost come undone when she bites her bottom lip and moans as I insert my finger inside her. Her slick, wet pussy pulsates around my finger and I groan, closing my eyes and imagining sinking inside her.

“Darlin’, I’m struggling here. I need to taste you, but I need to know you’re okay with that.” My voice is gruff, the pleasure of just my finger inside her so intense that I can’t even let my mind wonder to what it’s going to be like once I’m finally inside her.

“Yes, please yes,” she cries out while my finger continues to go in and out, over her clit, and back in. Without wasting any time, I quickly replace my finger with my tongue, burying myself in her. I use my hands on her inner thighs to open her wider, sucking and licking as much of her as I can. God-fucking-damn, she tastes like heaven, and I continue licking, sucking, biting, never wanting this to end.

“Gavin,” she murmurs, her head thrashing from side to side on the covers. “Please.” I know what she’s begging for, and I’m more than ready to give it to her. I slowly insert two fingers and start their back and forth rhythm. Soon, her hips are bucking wildly against me, and I increase the speed of my fingers. Her sweet, juicy syrup is spilling all over me, and I can’t lap it up fast enough. The taste of her, the feel of her, has got me so hard I don’t give a fuck if I come all over myself.

“Oh my God… Gavin… I’m going to come,” she gasps and tugs my hair harder. I can feel her walls repeatedly clenching around me, and I know she’s almost there. I suck harder on her clit while my fingers fuck her deeper.

“Come, baby. Don’t hold back,” I tell her as she starts grinding against my face and fingers.

She screams out my name, grabs my head, and clenches me against her as hard as she can, her walls completely holding my fingers hostage as she seizes up and comes. I lift my head and watch her slowly come down from her intense orgasm. The look of pure bliss on her face is one I want to memorize. Her legs slump down and I slowly ease my fingers out of her.

“Fuck, baby, you tasted better than I even imagined you would,” I murmur against her stomach as I continue kissing my way up her body. “I plan on eating you forever.”

“Oh my God, my body is tingling right now,” she whispers, pushing my head away from her body while it continues spasming. “I don’t think my body could handle you doing that forever.” She smiles, running her fingers through my hair as she leans up to touch her mouth to mine. “But I really wouldn’t mind it on occasion. Okay, maybe more than that.”

I chuckle at her statement and decide to give her some space by using the restroom. “I’ll be back.” I stand up and wince from the pain of my erection, walking to the guest bathroom. Once inside, I close the door, turn on the sink, and splash my face with cold water, hoping the shock of it will calm my dick down. I dry my face off and take a couple deep breaths.

Aly is going to be the death of me.

I shake my head at myself and open the door to see she’s not lying on the bed anymore. I walk out into the living room and figure she’s getting ready for work when I hear her blow dryer click on. I make us some coffee and check my text messages while it brews. Once it’s done, I pour myself and her each a cup and bring hers to her.