Page 82 of Into These Eyes

Gavin

A s I start to drift awake, a grin pulls at my lips.

I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. She’s pressed against me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her little breaths tickling the hairs on my chest. I’m pretty sure my arm’s numb beneath her, but with the delicious sensation of her bare flesh against mine, I don’t care.

Even with my hard dick sandwiched against her stomach and her naked pussy resting on my thigh, I refuse to disturb her.

No matter what she says, she must be a little sore. And I know if I make a move, she’ll let me. She seems to get as much out of pleasing me as I do from pleasing her.

So caring and precious. Such a fucking surprise. I thought she’d be sweet and innocent in bed, and I would’ve been more than happy with that, but the fact that she’s never explored her sexuality is a goddamn turn on. And so far … well, she’s blown my fucking mind.

We both have a lot of lost time to make up for, and I’m more than thrilled that I’m the one who gets to help her discover what she does and doesn’t like.

But that’s only scratching the surface.

She’s never been loved. Neither have I. And it’s fucking incredible. Like soaring with utter freedom.

It’s the truest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

And every breath in me knows she feels it too.

That’s the real clincher.

Unable to wait another moment, I open my eyes and drink her in. With the covers tucked under her arm, dark hair tumbles in a glorious mess over her bare shoulder. It takes all my strength not to run my fingertips over that smooth flesh.

I don’t want to wake her. Not yet. Not when this tidal wave of emotion is hitting me so hard, I feel like I’m drowning.

Tears spill from my eyes, and I clamp down so hard on the urge to sob that I can’t breathe.

The immense and painful lump in my throat refuses to budge, and there’s no way I want her to wake to a sobbing mess of a man in her bed.

Nothing … nothing I ever dreamed of or fantasised about in prison compares to the reality of my life right now … the reality of her. I had no idea a love this deep could deliver so much happiness it goddamn wrecks me.

Then I remember what she told me when she couldn’t contain her own tears of happiness. When the emotion is so intense your mind can’t contain it, your body has to release it.

That’s exactly what this feels like.

Very slowly, I draw in a lungful of air, then carefully exhale. Then I do it again and again until I’m back in control. Inching my hand from her hip, I bring it to my face and wipe away the evidence of my tears.

Satisfied I look normal again, I want her eyes. Sliding down the covers, I take in the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip, her breasts flush against my chest. As the cool air seeps into her skin, she wriggles closer and lets out a contented sigh.

“Merry Christmas,” I murmur.

She blinks and smiles up at me, her arm squeezing tight around my waist. “Best Christmas present ever.”

Christ, my heart melts for her all over again. “You got that right.”

I lean down to kiss her, but she jerks away, untangles herself and leaps out of bed. “Be right back.”

With her arms crossed, she cups her breasts and gives me quite a view of her backside as she hightails it into the ensuite and shuts the door. Grinning like a fool, I soon hear the flush of the toilet, then running water.

When the buzz of an electric toothbrush starts, I whip off the covers and join her, disappointed she’s shrugged on that skimpy little robe.

Winking at her in the mirror, I grab my own toothbrush and get to it, realising the other mornings I woke in her bed, she’d already slipped out while I was sleeping.

She finishes first, and after placing her brush on charge, her gaze in the mirror travels down my naked body until it settles on my semi-hard dick.

Her mischievous eyes snap up to mine. “Well, someone’s not that happy to see me.”

Bending, I rinse my mouth out and tell her, “You’ve worn him out. Probably for a year or so.”

She smirks. “Oh, really?”

I straighten and watch her in the reflection. Her cheekiness, the way she’s staring at my cock with utter fascination, has me growing hard.

“Liar.” She locks eyes with me and grins. “It’s like a magic trick.”

I pull her in close and tilt her head up. “The magic happens when I’m inside you.” I kiss her, our minty fresh breath filling my senses. Christ, I want her, but she needs some recovery time before I sink into her again. Tonight. It’s Christmas day, after all. We couldn’t possibly not make love.

“Okay,” I breathe, “let’s save it for later, or I won’t have the energy to cook, let alone laze around the pool all day ogling you while trying to make sure Benny’s not doing the same.”

After Benny arrives and we gorge on the roast lamb Jamie and I prepared, we all decide on a dip in the pool. When Benny goes into the bathroom to change, I head to our room. Yeah, I fucking love that thought. Words I’ll never take for granted. Our room.

I slip in and shut the door, stopping short when I turn to find Jamie wiggling into that revealing swimsuit. Striding straight up to her, I whirl her away from the dresser and bend her over the bed, planting her hands on the mattress.

“Gavin,” she gasps, but there’s not a resistant bone in her body. And why would there be? I know she’s playing by wearing this particular swimsuit, and I fucking love that she likes to tease me.

My chest on her naked back, my groin against her arse, I nip at the skin along her shoulder and neck until my mouth finds her ear. “You’re going to get it for even thinking you can wear this in front of another man.”

“Oh?” she breathes as she presses into my erection, “What is it I’m going to get?”

Grinning, I tell her in a low, intimate voice, “You’ll be quiet while I show you exactly what I wanted to do to you the first time you wore this. Then you’ll put on something more appropriate and go entertain our guest. I’ll be out once my dick calms down.”

I don’t waste any time freeing her arms from the straps so I can cup her bare breasts and grind my cock against her arse. Apart from her accelerated breaths, she remains silent.

From the nape of her neck, I trace the beautiful curve of her spine with soft kisses.

When I reach that sliver of arse cleavage, I dip the tip of my tongue in.

And she trembles. As she begins to push up, I put a firm hand between her shoulder blades, then drag her swimsuit down her thighs and let it pool at her feet.

Dropping to my knees, I find myself staring at heaven. The way she’s positioned, she’s spread wide enough for me to see everything. Everything .

Fuck .

I don’t need to touch her to know how aroused she is. She’s glistening right before my eyes.

Burying my nose between her cheeks, I slide my tongue into her sweet pussy until I can’t go any deeper. When she drops her chest to the bed and presses back against my face, I fuck her with my tongue until it aches, and her muffled groans grow far too loud.

Giving one cheek a gentle, warning pinch, I remove my tongue and feather it teasingly over her clit before I rise to my feet. As I revel in the sight of her back arched seductively, I know this moment will be etched in my mind forever.

Even though Benny’s waiting for us, all I can think about is how much she likes rubbing against my dick when it’s wedged in that crack, and how she might like something else there.

Hands gripping her hips, I lower my lips to the top of her backside and slide my tongue all the way down to her soaking pussy.

She tenses, but can pull away if she wants to.

When she doesn’t, I travel back up, swirling my tongue around that puckered hole before I lick and kiss my way along her spine, taking in every shuddering breath until I reach her ear.

“Get dressed,” I whisper, “before you make me do something really dirty.”

She straightens, her face red, mouth quirking at the corners. Pressing against me, she rises to her tiptoes, grabs my hard cock through my shorts and whispers in my ear, “Don’t you dare take care of this. It’s mine to take care of. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I murmur, grinning like an idiot.

By the time I’ve changed, I find Jamie and Benny chatting in the shallow end of the pool under the shade-sail Benny and I installed.

Two beers and a cocktail rest on the edge beside the large potted ficus.

I take a seat beside the planter, grab a beer, and take a long swig.

Then I slip completely beneath the water, revelling in the coolness as it steals the fire from my overheated body.

Pushing off the side of the pool, I zero in on Jamie, spear toward her and grab her around the waist. As I haul her over my shoulder and stand, her ear-splitting squeals have me laughing.

I spin her around a few times, her fists pummelling my back, before I sink down in the water and position her sideways on my lap.

“You’re making Benny uncomfortable,” she protests, trying to wriggle out of my hold.

“Nah,” Benny says. “I’d only be uncomfortable if you two weren’t actin’ like idiots. It’s about time.”

Jamie looks from Benny to me, and back to Benny. “About time? It hasn’t even been a month.”

Benny picks up his beer, leans against the pool wall and takes a swig. When it drops away from his mouth, the bastard’s smirking. I shake my head, but he responds to my warning glare by pointing the neck of the bottle at me. “This guy here’s been pinin’ for ya half his life. Isn’t that right, Gav?”

Prick .

“I wasn’t pining over anyone,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Well,” Benny relents, “maybe pinin’ isn’t the right word. Which one is, Gav? Obsessed? Infatuated? Love-struck?”

With my spare hand, I splash him. “Fuck off.”

“No,” Jamie says, her fingers sinking into the hair at the back of my head. “I want to hear this. Which was it?”