Page 88 of The Truths We Find

Every time he pulls away just slightly, it’s almost painful, and I buck my hips, desperate to guide him, desperate to feel him there.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asks, switching to tease my other nipple.

“Please, Gavin,” I moan.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

I want to scream, to beg, but words are failing me now. Is it possible for him to be two places at once?

“Not gonna tell me, huh?” I can feel his grin against me. “Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”

I can only nod. How is this man so good with his tongue?

He trails kisses down my body, each press of lips and flick of his tongue making me writhe, my breaths coming faster, shallower, nearly desperate. When he reaches the top of my underwear, he nips the fabric with his teeth, tugging it down slightly before letting go.

“Do you want these off, sweetheart?”

“P-please.” The pressure is building and I need him inside me.

“So polite. I’ve gotta say… I really do like these.” He teases the silk with his mouth, lapping and tugging at the material. “Where did you get them?”

I buck into him—desperate, wet, and burning for him. I force the words out. “A little boutique downtown.” My moans take over. “Don’t stop.”

“Good to know… because I’m gonna need to buy you some new ones.” In one motion, he fists the fabric and rips it off me entirely.

I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. “Holy shit!”

And here I am. Bound, exposed, and naked on the balcony. Yes, it’s private… but still, the vulnerability heightens everything.

“Now, where was I?” he growls, hooking his hands around my thighs and pulling himself between my open legs.

His tongue wastes no time, swirling around my swollen clit, teasing with flicks that make my back arch and my breath catch. Every part of me is on fire, and desperate, needy sounds escape me before I can stop them.

“How are you so… fucking good at that?” I gasp, my fingers clutching at the tie, trying to hold on to something as my body threatens to unravel.

He only responds by latching onto me harder, licking with an unrelenting rhythm that makes my knees quake. When he pushes a finger inside me as he licks, a tremor runs through me. My thighs tighten reflexively around him. I don’t want him to stop, but there is so much more I want from him.

“Gavin... I need you inside me,” I beg.

He lifts his head, watching me as his finger pushes inside me a few more times. The slow pulses just might send me over the edge.

I let out a loud moan, and just as I’m about to lose myself, he removes his finger and chuckles.

Fucker.

Gavin stands and slides down his boxer briefs, his hard cock on full display. Precum leaking from the swollen head.

He settles himself back between my legs, and our lips meet in a scorching kiss, sending shivers straight down to my toes. My body arches into him, desperate for more connection, more of him.

I feel him position his cock against me, and in one thrust, he’s inside me. The sensation of him filling me is so consuming, I nearly lose my mind.

We stopped using condoms a few weeks ago, and it changed everything. I’ve never felt so close to someone like I am with him.

Gavin rocks back and forth in slow, steady motions. Each movement deliberate. Each thrust a delicious rhythm that sends me spiraling. I can feel the pleasure building more and more, and I ache to touch him, to bury my hands in his hair. I pull against the tie, and the slight sting of the restraints adds to my desperation.

I push up my hips into his, grinding against him, the friction against my clit almost unbearable.

“Oh… fuck,” I cry out.