Page 80 of Into These Eyes

Jamie

S wallowing every last drop, I look up into his dazed eyes, overcome with the knowledge that I can make him feel so damn good he loses all control.

The moment I release him, he tugs me to my feet and into his arms. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he takes a step backward.

Still tangled in the jeans around his ankles, he loses his balance, and we fall to the mattress.

Only his quick hands on my shoulders prevent our skulls from cracking together.

“Klutz,” I say, bursting into giggles.

“Well, it’s your fault.” He sweeps my hair back from my face. “You made me lose my fucking mind.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I kiss him, long and slow, and when he slides his tongue into my mouth, I suck on it gently. Releasing a guttural growl, he rolls his warm body against mine.

“That tongue … that mouth … Christ, J. How did you know how to do that?”

“I read,” I answer, deeply pleased by the pleasure I’d given him.

“I knew you were hiding your dirty books from me. Even before Anika outed you. Now I’m feeling a little inadequate. I mean, I don’t know if I can live up to your standards.”

“Well … your previous efforts have left me wanting,” I tease.

He balks at me in apparent horror.

“Because you had to stop,” I clarify.

Nuzzling my nose with his, he wriggles against me as he kicks off his jeans. “This time,” he says, “I’m not stopping until you come undone.”

“Don’t torment me,” I sigh.

“Like you did with that water-themed striptease you subjected me to?”

I chuckle. “You say that like it was some sort of punishment.”

“It was glorious. Something I’ll never forget.” His denim blue eyes search mine, his fingertips tracing my jaw. “You’re perfect, J. Beyond perfect.”

Then he’s kissing me, stroking my tongue with his, sending that aching need throbbing between my thighs as he positions me fully onto the bed.

When he moves onto my neck, little whimpers and moans escape from my lips until I gasp, “I want you inside me. Please.”

“Patience,” he murmurs, cupping my breast, gently pinching my nipple.

I grind up against him, wanting him, needing him, loving the way his naked skin feels against mine. “I’ve been patient way too long.”

He looks at me, his fingers stilling on my nipple. “Exactly why I want to make sure you’re as ready as you can be. I don’t want to hurt you, J.”

“You won’t,” I insist, though I’m not so sure that’s the truth. The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t care.

I catch my breath, suddenly realising he might not be able to hurry, that he might be stalling to give himself time to recover. Reaching between us, I circle his cock. It’s not soft, but it’s not hard either. Squeezable, but plump. Grinning, I tease, “Oh, dear. What happened?”

“Your mouth happened, you naughty, cheeky woman.”

Dipping his head, he latches onto my nipple. I gasp at the streak of lightning that spears straight to my core. As his tongue swirls and his teeth nip, he grows thicker in my hand.

“Goddammit, Gavin,” I breathe, “touch me … Please.”

Like I weigh nothing, he flips me onto my stomach, traps my thighs beneath his and presses his body against my side. Just as I’m about to protest, he sweeps my hair from my neck and places a gentle kiss right at my nape. I shudder with pleasure.

“You want me to touch you,” he murmurs against my skin, “so feel it.”

Torturously slow, barely there fingertips descend in circles down my back, then over one butt cheek, then the other, the sensation so intense, it borders on painful.

When I groan, he cups my arse and squeezes before sliding a firm palm up to the nape of my neck.

With the tip of one finger, he traces my spine straight down to my tailbone, then further, skating between my cheeks, teasing me when he stops just shy of where I want him.

Instinctively, I try to lift my hips, but his heavy thigh keeps me pinned to the mattress.

A deep, throaty rumble washes over my skin as he grazes his soft beard down my back, kissing my sensitive flesh all the way to my arse.

Then, with a gentle bite, he sinks his teeth into one cheek and sucks hard.

The thought of him marking me, making me his, has my fingers clutching the sheets as I shamelessly groan.

With my entire back tingling and alive from his touch, he works his mouth up my spine until his lips reach my ear. “I love you, J.”

Before I can catch my breath, he flips me onto my back, our eyes locked as he trails a knuckle over my stomach.

Stopping at my belly button, he circles it twice before continuing his agonising, downward journey.

Ever so lightly, his fingertip touches the top of my slit.

And pauses. I glare at him in frustration.

His eyes sparkle with amusement and heat. “Spread for me, J.”

Desperate for his touch, I do as I’m told. With his eyes on mine, he feathers his fingertips over me, teasing me to the point of insanity. “I’m going to kill you,” I seethe.

He chuckles, then glides his fingers through me, sliding into my wetness, coating me with it until I’m moaning and writhing and desperate for more.

Thrusting his rock-hard cock against my thigh, he says, “You feel what that does to me, knowing you want me?”

“Oh, God … please, Gavin … just fuck me,” I whimper.

His eyes blaze with hunger, but he continues to touch me slowly, deliciously, watching my every reaction. Pushing a thick finger inside me, his thumb circles my clit. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to fuck. There’s only one first time, and I’m not rushing it.”

Slowly, he withdraws, then stretches me with two fingers. I arch my back as he curls them, gliding his thumb around and around my clit until I’m right on the edge.

When whimpers escape my lips, he removes his fingers at the same moment his warm body leaves my side. An animalistic growl of frustration rumbles from my throat. Giving me a cheeky grin, he reaches for a pillow, slides it beneath my backside, and kneels between my spread legs.

I watch as he fixates on the sight before him, his hot hands gliding up the inside of my thighs until his gaze locks with mine.

“You’re fucking magnificent.”

Eyes dipping between my legs, he lowers himself, his mouth consuming me, tongue licking, lips sucking me in as he buries his fingers deep.

The filthy sounds he’s making have me clutching at his hair, shamelessly thrusting against his mouth, desperate for release.

When his deep groan sends vibrations right through my clit, that’s the end of me.

Over and over, I cry out his name until the waves of ecstasy dwindle away, leaving nothing but a panting mess.

Soft kisses pepper up my body until his mouth finds mine in a languid kiss filled with love and the taste of me. Drawing my knees up, I wrap my legs around his waist, the head of his cock sliding against my entrance, ready to so easily push inside.

With his body flush against mine and his forearms supporting his weight, he breaks the kiss, smiling as he brushes tendrils of damp hair from my forehead.

“So disappointing,” I joke.

“Tell that to my fingers,” he chuckles. “You nearly crushed them with those contractions.”

Digging my nails into his muscled back, I rock my hips and beg, “Would you please just get inside me.”

Smile fading, his eyes grow dark and serious. “So demanding.”

“I just want you. All of you.”

“And I want all of you, too. Nice and slow.”

Nuzzling his nose against mine, he shifts slightly, easing forward until I feel the head of his cock slip inside.

My hips rise up to meet him, trying to take him deeper, already excited by how good he feels. Groaning, I run my hands down his back and grab his tense arse. But when he gently thrusts forward, an intense pressure grips me. The moment I gasp at the intrusion, he immediately pulls back.

“J? Look at me.”

Having no idea I’d scrunched my eyes closed, I open them and stare into his worried gaze.

“We can stop anytime you want, we don’t have to—”

“No!” I say too harshly. “I mean, don’t you dare. We’re doing this.”

“Fuck.” He drops his forehead to mine. “I hate the thought of hurting you.”

“It’ll hurt more if you don’t.” I roll my hips, showing him with my body that I mean it. “Please.”

His eyes hold mine as he eases inside me a little more, and I tense. I know it’s not him, that it’s my body remembering the last time, remembering the pain.

“J … it’s me. Just me. You know who I am. The man who loves you, worships you, adores you. Relax. We’re made for each other. Your body just needs to learn how to take me.”

His gentle words, the look in his eyes, reminds me how much I trust him. And now he’s patiently waiting for his words to sink in. And they are. I relax. Everywhere.

Warmth and relief shine from his eyes. “Good girl. Now give me your hands.”

When I rest them above my head, he slips his fingers between mine, the intimacy of his hold and our locked gaze, sends heat rushing between my legs. I let out a long breath, and smile.

“There’s my J,” he murmurs. Rocking forward, he sinks deeper with each gentle thrust. It burns a little, but the feel of him moving inside me eclipses everything.

I squeeze his hands and moan, my back arching, my hips reaching for more.

Studying me with intensity, his fingers tighten on mine. “Fuck, J. You feel so … fucking … wonderful.”

“So do you, Gavin. So do you.”

“I’m only halfway there.”

Before I take in what he means, he flexes his hips and sinks all the way home. Electricity sparks through my entire body, and I gasp, “Did you feel that?”

Motionless, buried deep inside me, his gaze never leaving mine, he murmurs, “Like a goddamn power-surge between us.” Eyes blazing with heat, his control barely restrained, he asks, “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay. You feel like … I don’t know … like I’m filled with you. Not just here,” I breathe, raising my hips, “but in my head … and my heart.”