Page 34 of Cakewalk

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, a concerned look on his face. He stepped toward her, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, and Gigi felt herself swoon just a little. She didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to control herself if he didn’t put on some clothes.

“He…here…try this,” she stumbled, holding up the half-eaten sticky bun.

Holden licked his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. Only instead of a concerned look, a fire burned within them, one Gigi hoped was for her. Lightly grabbing hold of her wrist, he drew it to his mouth, taking a generous bite of the baked good. He licked his lips again as he chewed. Gigi’s breath hitched, and she was pretty sure he heard it too, but she didn’t care.

“That’s fucking delicious,” he said, still not looking away from her. His hand was still around her wrist, and she could feel her pulse vibrating in that spot.

“I did it! I really did it. I created my own recipe,” she said. She could feel the dopey smile taking over her face, but she was too proud of herself in this moment to try to change it.

“You sure did, sweetheart.” The flame in his eyes flashed again, forcing Gigi to remind herself to breathe. The last thing she needed right now was to faint.

Opening his mouth wide, Holden took the last bite of sticky bun in his mouth, capturing her fingers as he did so. He swallowed it whole but then took his time, licking her fingers, making sure to get every last bit of honey off of them. Gigi shuddered from the contact, watching his mouth on her, a rush of desire flooding through her. He could apparently do a whole lot more than just kiss with that mouth, and every inch of her wanted to find out what else he had up his sleeve.

Releasing her hand, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, so their bodies were flush together. Gigi shuddered again, her eyes glued to his mouth. More than anything she wanted him to kiss her—to take her in his arms and show her that he was feeling the exact same things she was.

“Gigi,” he murmured, lowering his head so his forehead was pressed against her hairline. Their breathing seemed to fall into a rhythm, the two of them inhaling and exhaling in sync.

“Holden,” she whispered back. She wasn’t sure that she would be able to find many more words than that right now. Her mind was too cloudy with lust. She wanted him to kiss her, wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. She had never been this turned on in her life, and each breath only heightened her senses even more.

“I meant what I said the other night, sweetheart. I really, really like you. And to be honest, it freaks me out a little, since I never thought I’d feel like this about anyone ever again.”

“I meant it too. I really like you. And…same…”

“But I want you to know that I respect you. You are so beautiful, Gigi, inside and out, and I don’t want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. This is all in your hands, sweetheart. We won’t do anything you don’t want to. You just let me know what you want.”

“You,” she said, her voice coming out breathy. “I want you.”

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Holden

"I want you.” Those three little words were music to Holden’s ears and set his entire body on fire. He could feel his skin grow warmer as his heart rate picked up and his dick twitched. Gigi’s whispers were so delicate and soft, yet they packed a hell of a punch.

He wasted no time in moving his hands to her luscious ass, giving it a good squeeze. The feel of it in his hands was better than every one of his fantasies. Gigi gasped lightly under his grasp, pushing her breasts into him. His cock hardened even more with this new contact, and he let out a groan. Gigi had no idea what she did to him. Tilting her head back, she arched up onto her toes, and Holden captured her mouth in his, kissing her hard. She tasted sweet, like honey with an undertone of cinnamon, just like the sticky buns, but better.

There were so many things he wanted to do to her in this moment, but he knew he needed to control himself. More than anything, what he wanted was to make Gigi feel special, to feel adored. He wanted to show her just how much pleasure she could experience at the hands of someone else, rather than the pain he knew she’d been caused. In order to do that, he needed to go slow, and be steady and gentle. They could be frenzied later. Now was the time for tenderness.

Slipping his hands underneath her shirt, he trailed his fingertips up her sides, earning him a shiver and even more kisses. It was as if just the touch of his skin to hers lit sparks under her skin and, in return, fueled his own fire. When he reached her bra, he guided his hands up under it until his thumbs found her nipples, which pebbled almost instantly under his touch. Circling the little peaks with his thumb, he started to kiss along her jaw and made his way down her neck. Gigi mewled underneath his touch. Her breasts felt perfect in his hands, like they were made to fit right there. He hadn’t even seen her naked yet, and he was already as hard as he’d ever been. If he wasn’t careful, they weren’t going to make it very far.

“Holden…” she gasped as he lightly pinched a nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gruff and full of desire. He wanted to make her feel so good that she forgot everything around her. He just needed to figure out what she liked.

“Mmmhhmmm,” she moaned in response.

“How about if I do this…” he trailed off, dragging his right hand down her front and slipping it into her yoga pants. When he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties, he felt his cock surge all over again. It was a good thing he hadn’t known this before, or he would have had a much harder time behaving himself.

He continued to lower his hand until he found her already damp with desire. She cried out when his fingers found her wetness, her knees wobbling slightly. Slowly, he spread his fingers through her pussy, massaging her, making sure to avoid any direct contact with the spot he knew she wanted it most. This was about making her feel wanted and drawing out her pleasure, not about how fast he could get her off. Holden could feel her pulse pick up as he continued to play with her, teasing her. The look on her face told him that she was enjoying this as much as he was, and he never wanted her to forget this moment. Hell, he never wanted to forget this moment either.

Returning to her mouth for another long, hard kiss, he shifted his hand slightly and slipped a finger inside her. Gigi cried out again, louder this time, throwing her head back. Holden kissed along her exposed neck, nibbling lightly where her neck and shoulder met. He felt like the most powerful man in the world, having Gigi blissed out in his arms like this. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her face as she fell apart from his touch, to know what she looked like when she went soaring into space.

Without a word, he adjusted his hand, slipping a second finger inside her, finding her clit with his thumb. He only brushed against it ever so lightly at first, but it was more than enough to get the kind of reaction he was looking for.

“Oh my God!” Gigi exclaimed, grabbing on to his upper arms for balance as her whole body shuddered.

Holden ignored her outburst, continuing his efforts. His thumb circled the little bundle of nerves over and over, rubbing it like one would a wishing stone, until he knew she was so close that it was only a matter of moments until she came undone. Stroking her insides with his two fingers, he searched for the spot that he knew would push her over the edge. Just listening to her breathing and feeling how responsive she was to his touch was such a turn-on. His dick ached to be touched, to be given the relief it craved, but not until Gigi got hers. It didn’t matter to him if this led to more or if this was it and he would be left to deal with his raging hard-on by himself. His goal here was simple—to take Gigi somewhere no man had ever taken her before.

“Faaaaaaa,” Gigi screamed, her entire body convulsing underneath him. He captured her scream with his mouth as she held on to him for dear life. He could feel her insides clamp down on his hand as he furiously worked to keep her orgasm going as long as possible. She moaned, kissing him harder and harder as she rode his hand, like it was the only thing keeping her alive at the moment.