Crash (Sequel to Unexpected)

Experiencing It All

My fingers knot in Gavin’s hair and his hands slide under my rear, picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he walks us down the hall. I have a feeling he’s done this many other times but I chose not to focus on that for now. The bedroom door is already open so he walks me straight in. He lays me carefully on the bed but I’m not in the mood for careful. I pull up his t-shirt, wanting to see him shirtless once again. He takes my hint, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. I marvel at his amazing body before kissing him again. He grabs the hem of my tank top, pulling at it. I sit up a little, yanking it off impatiently and leaving it with Gavin’s shirt across the room. He stares at my bra, his eyes wide and hungry. Just to tease him, I reach up and squeeze one, smirking. It drives him wild. His hand pushes mine out of the way as he cups my breasts, squeezing them. I moan at the amazing feeling, arching my back to push them into his hands. He leans down to nibble on the soft flesh. I dig my nails into his back, biting my lip. Gavin continues to squeeze and nibble, torturing me. When he finally gets fed up, He leans back, popping the button on my black jeans. He pulls them down slowly. Since they are skinny jeans, they give a little resistance but Gavin doesn’t seem to care. He’s obviously fixated on the fact that my panties match my bra. Lacey with a little bow in the front. I came prepared tonight. He throws my jeans down, his hands clamping onto my hips. It startles me at first but it only takes a second for me to relax. He has good, naughty intentions. Not harmful ones. I’m safe with him.
His warm lips on my stomach draws me back to reality. I look down at him as he kisses across my stomach, back and forth. I start to squirm.
“Gavin…”
He stops what he’s doing and leans back a bit, a concerned look on his face. It’s like I’m fragile glass and he almost dropped me. I hate that look. It’s time to show him that I’m not a delicate tulip. I’m a Venus fly trap who is harmless until triggered. Right now, I’m triggered in a frustrating way.
I grab him, pulling his lips back to mine. I kiss him furiously. I can’t get enough of him. I seriously can’t. He tastes like sweet candy.
I try to flip him over so I’m on top but I’m not strong enough. Thankfully he gets my hint, dragging me with him as he rotates onto his back. The denim of his jeans rubs against my legs and I frown. I stop kissing him, slowly backing down off of him. He props himself up on his elbows as I unbutton his jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly. Then, I pull them down with some assistance from him. Once they are also kicked across the room, I turn my attention back to him. His tight blue boxers are what I notice first. Well, what’s housed inside them at least. The overwhelmingly large beast is right in front of me, a thin layer of fabric away. I reach out to touch it causing Gavin to shudder. I give it an open mouth kiss on the shaft. Even though it’s through fabric, I can feel the rock hard mass. I want more.
I impatiently grab the elastic band of his boxers, pulling them down. I gently free the massive monster, marveling at the sheer size and appearance. He’s glorious. Perfectly trimmed. He allows me to gawk at it for a second before he wraps his hand around the shaft, giving it a stroke. I hand shoots out and I grab his wrist.
“No.”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t move his hand. I rid him of the last of his clothing before climbing back onto the bed with him. I’m on my knees next to him. One hand is holding his package and he places the other on my hip. His eyes are glued to my lower half and the tempting lacey fabric. It’s just see-through enough to allow a glimpse, but also hides everything. I bend down slowly, sticking my butt in the air as I do so. I stare at the task in front of me, quickly devising a plan of attack. I’m not as skilled as people think. I’ve read enough books and watched enough movies to know what seductive trick to use, but it’s different in real life. I flick my eyes in Gavin’s direction. I didn’t even notice his hand moving to my rear. His hand is under the fabric, kneading the squishy flesh. I unexpectedly take him into my mouth. His eyes dart to his gentleman sword. I bob my head and swirl my tongue around the tip. He throws his head back, groaning loudly. I take that as a green light. I continue bobbing my head and even add my hand into the mix. His noises seem to be expressing satisfaction, so I happily continue even though my jaw is getting sore. Gavin pushes me off, pulling me up to his face. We are centimeters away from kissing. We stare at each other, his beast still an obvious issue. I start kissing him roughly, shifting my hips to rub against it. My stupid panties are in the way. Just as I’m about to remove them, Gavin rips them off. Literally rips them clean off my body. When I look at him, shocked, he gives a hungry look in response, his lips attacking my neck. He murmurs an answer between kisses.
“I’ll buy you new ones later.”
We get caught up in the moment, kissing and rubbing and touching. I want to feel him inside me. I’m about to get my way when he stops dead in his tracks.
“Protection.”
He reaches for his nightstand drawer. I’m glad he remembered. I’m not ready for another baby.
He rolls the condom onto his length before putting the tip at my entrance. Gavin looks into my eyes, concern painting his face.
“Ready?”
As my response, I lower myself onto him quickly, drawing a loud moan out of both of us. It feels freaking amazing. I let my body adjust to the large thing impaling me before I lift up my hips. I lower them back down slowly once half of him is out of me. I pick up the pace but it’s clearly not fast enough for Gavin. He flips me onto my back.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I do as he says and, if it’s possible, he pushes even deeper into me. It’s a little painful with how big he is, but I quickly adjust. He starts pounding into me over and over again roughly. I can’t help but dig my nails into his back. I drag them down, biting my lip. He slows his movements for a bit, torturing me. When he speeds up again, I let out a cry. It feels too damn amazing. I arch my back and that’s it. He grabs onto me, slamming deep inside of me. A few seconds later, he’s shuddering, his grip on me tightening. I give him a second to recover. He eases out of me, discreetly removing the condom. He disposes of it before returning to the bed. I move to snuggle against him but he pushes me away.
“I’m not done. Not until you are screaming my name and begging for mercy.”
Those words carry so much meaning behind them. He lowers his head between my legs. He maintains eye contact with me as he licks my soft, wet folds. I bite my lip hard enough to draw a little blood. He continues licking, one finger easing inside me slowly. I dig my hands into his hair. He doesn’t flinch.
Oh I can tell this is going to be a long, fun filled night.