Born to Make You Smile

EIGHTEEN

“That was beautiful, Grace,” Gavin praised with a pleased grin after I’d read the poem to him. “But now, tell me, is that poem about anyone in particular?”

I nodded a slow and steady nod.

He knew.

He wanted me to say it.

“Y-you,” I stuttered, the alcohol pulling the word out of my mouth. “That poem is about you. They all are. Every single one.”

He stared at me in silence. Each second seemed like an hour waiting for him to speak. My brain was spinning, thinking of the poems and him having the confirmation that they were about him. My eyes ran over his face, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Grace.” He paused again, looking as though he was collecting his thoughts. “I tried everything to push my feelings for you way down. But ever since we shared that kiss, I can’t stop thinking about you. In ways I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about you. And when you admitted there was no spark and that kissing me was weird, to be honest, part of me was disappointed. I also felt foolish. That maybe every feeling I had for you was one-sided. But now, it seems that might not be the case if the poems are, in fact, a reflection of your true feelings for me. Are they?”

I nodded, then whispered, “Yes.”

He shifted his body closer, and his heavenly scent invaded my senses.

His eyes darkened, and I shivered with anticipation, my heart throbbing as if I stood on the edge of a cliff.

“I was lying about the lack of spark when we kissed,” I admitted. “There was so much spark that it was an explosion.”

He lifted a hand, brushing a curl out of my face. A bolt ran through me, striking me between my legs. The electricity between us could light up the entire city of Ottawa.

“I'm going to kiss you now. I just need your okay. Because, as much as I want to be a gentleman, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we start.”

I nodded, my head spinning.

“I need you to say it. Please say yes.”

“Y-yes.”

I barely got the word out before he pulled my face and started to kiss me furiously. Frantically. The kiss was not polite. It was taking, possessive, hungry. Our champagne-coated tongues intermingled in passion. We devoured each other as if we were caged animals finally being released. He gently nibbled my bottom lip, and I whimpered. Then he pulled my body on top of his with a grunt so my thighs were nestled on either side of him.

I was on top of him, and he was hard.

Rock hard.

We continued to kiss and tug and grope, needy and desperate. My hands were in his hair. The strands were even softer than I thought they would be; smooth and lush between my fingers. I was so wet I was almost embarrassed. His erection against me was divine, rubbing on my aching clit. But God , I wanted more. I’d never wanted a man inside me so badly. He moved his fingers in my hair, then my neck, trailing his hands down my back, caressing my body. His touch was electrifying, and my pleasure climbed at an alarming rate.

His chest rumbled as he let out a deep groan, and suddenly, I felt the impending flutter of my release.

Oh no. I was coming. My senses were overloaded, and I could do nothing to stop it.

“Gavin. Oh my… I’m…”

I let out a steady moan against his lips as my unyielding orgasm forced through me like a tidal wave, crashing into me and carrying my body away. My core flooded with pleasure, and my limbs contracted. Clusters of stars sprinkled my vision.

When I finally came down, I frowned, mortified. “I'm so sorry. I couldn't control it.”

“Grace,” he said, meeting my gaze. “Don't apologize. That was incredible.”

He pulled me close, and we continued to kiss. God, I was still so turned on. But I needed more. More contact. More skin against mine. But suddenly, I panicked, knowing I had to tell him how inexperienced I was.

I pulled away.

“What’s wrong? You’re having reservations about this?” He released a sigh. “Of course you are. The implications of what we’re doing…”

“Um. Gavin,” I breathed. Shit. I had to tell him it wasn’t only our situation that was causing my hesitation. “It’s just that…I’m very new to all this. I’ve never done any of this before. Any of it .”

“I see. So you’ve never…” He cleared his throat.

“I’m a virgin.” I spit the words out. “I’ve never been touched, and I’ve never touched a man. That changes everything, doesn’t it?”

“No. But it does change the way we’d go about this. We’ll definitely take things more slowly. I never intend to pressure you in any way, shape, or form. To do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Despite my vast inexperience, I wanted to show him I wasn’t so innocent. He didn’t have to treat me like a fragile flower.

I slung my leg off and stood before him, giving him my best seductive eye, then I began to undress. “I want you to touch me.”

He watched me remove my clothing with his jaw hanging open. His gaze was eager. Impatient.

Finally, I slipped off my thong and stood before him completely naked.

“Grace.” His hungry eyes ran over my body, taking in every single inch of my curves. He looked as if he’d pounce on me but was holding back. “You are so bloody beautiful. Fuck .”

I about gasped, hearing the profanity spew out of his mouth. In all the years I’d known him, I never heard him curse like that before.

I reached down and ran my hands over my chest, circling my nipples with a moan.

“Come to me,” he breathed with a rasp, pulling me close. “I need to touch you.”

He moved his hands over my full breasts, running his thumb over my hardened nipples. His touch immediately sent a spark through my lower body. My clit pulsed, begging for his touch.

He cupped my right breast in his hand, then placed his lips over my nipple, putting the whole pink peak into his mouth. Kissing and licking, sucking gently.

“Oh my God,” I cried out. I’d never felt anything like that in my life.

“You liked that. You like it when I do this.” He moved to the left breast and flicked my nipple with his tongue, then sucked.

I let out a moan, feeling the slick arousal between my thighs. “Yes. Very much.”

My hips began to involuntarily pump the air in search of contact.

Gavin got the hint and placed his fingers on my wet sex, starting with light, feathery strokes. His touch sent a wave of delicious shivers through me. He moved over my clit, along my folds, then lower over my opening. I could feel him slide, indicating how wet I was. He brought his fingers back up to my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in slow, persistent circles. My body quivered with delight.

“Christ. You’re drenched.” He continued to tease my clit as I shamelessly thrust against his hand. “No man has ever touched you here before?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Shame. For them.” He licked his lips. “Not for me.”

He picked up speed and pressure, and I could feel the ascension of another climax building.

Bowing my back, I let out a loud moan, losing myself in the sensations

He knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't even have to say what felt good. He knew how to touch a woman. He knew how to touch me .

He pushed his fingers against my clit, and my thighs began to shake before him as an intense shock of pleasure rolled through me. I gripped the armrest of the loveseat to stabilize myself.

“Gavin, I'm coming. I’m coming, ” I cried out.

My cunt quivered on his expert fingers as my orgasm struck my body, my arms and legs trembling. I yelped loud enough that the entire hotel likely heard me as the most blissful shivers rocked through me in staggered waves.

“Wow.” I breathed.

“You’re magnificent when you come. Your whole body comes alive.” He ran his hands along my hips, caressing my curves. His touch felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. Glancing down, I noticed his thick erection straining through his dress pants.

“It’s your turn now,” I murmured, then with a surge of confidence, I began to unbutton his dress shirt until his whole chest was slowly revealed. I stared at him, mesmerized. His body wasn’t ripped and chiseled but built and strong, with the right amount of softness. He had a patch of dark hair across his chest, trailing down, and I wanted to trace and follow the path with my tongue.

He unbuckled his belt, then opened his pant button and undid his zipper. With each step, my insides swirled with anticipation, my lower body continuing to pulse.

He moved his body up and pulled his pants down. They pooled at his ankles with a jangle, revealing his black boxer briefs and a large bulge pushing through the fabric.

My heart raced, and I swallowed with nervous excitement. I ran my hand over his erection, feeling the silky fabric of his boxers over his hardness. He twitched under my fingers, and a strong bolt hit my sex.

Holy shit, I could have come a third time from touching him alone.

“That feels so good, Grace. Really fucking good,” he muttered with a groan.

I loved how his uninhibited side was breaking free, how he was already starting to lose control.

His cock felt so large I was burning with curiosity to see it. To finally see every single inch of him.

Kneeling in front of him, I put my fingers into the waistband, and he helped me pull his boxers down.

His cock sprang free. His pink shaft was so long and thick, with a gentle upward curve. It was a beautiful sight and so much larger than I thought it’d be.

I couldn’t resist and reached out and gripped his cock, feeling the warmth of the silken skin over his rigid length. I tried to remember everything I’d observed at the club. The way women touched and stroked the men before them. But what if I did it all wrong? What if I couldn’t please him?

“Can you, um, help me? Show me how to touch you.”

My words sounded so helpless, but the gleam of power in his eyes indicated that he had no issue with my lack of experience.

“Of course.” He placed his hand atop mine, and we moved up and down at a steady pace. “Like this.”

After several strokes, he let go and I continued on my own.

“Is this good?” I asked.

He moaned. “Yes. Grip me tighter.”

Holding him tightly, I worked him in my hand. I noticed fluid beading from his tip and was hit with a sudden urge to taste him.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” I said, licking my lips. “I want to suck you.”

He let out a pleased grunt, and I felt his cock pulse in my hand.

“God, yes. Suck me, Grace.”

Moving my face close, I inhaled his tantalizing musky scent. I gently licked his tip, gliding my tongue into all his ridges and grooves, tasting the salty fluid that grazed his crown. I put my lips around him, taking him deeper.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured with a moan.

I loved the sensation of his smooth skin gliding in my mouth. The distinct masculine flavor of him.

He moaned again, and my whole body filled with heat. I knew it would be enjoyable doing this to Gavin, but I had no idea it would be so mind-bending and erotic. So gratifyingly addictive.

Gripping his shaft, I licked, then sucked, praying whatever I was doing was good for him. I wanted to please him more than anything.

I pulled my mouth off him. “Is this all right? Please tell me what feels good.”

“Keep going.” He let out several audible exhales. “You can hold my balls with your other hand. But you’re doing so good.”

His praise filled me with tingles. I gripped his heavy balls with my free hand. But then he hissed as if in pain.

“Not so hard. A little more gently.”

I giggled nervously, releasing the pressure. “Sorry.”

I put my mouth back over his erection, continuing my movements, getting into a steady rhythm.

“Yes,” he breathed. “You’ve got it now. That’s perfect. I’ll warn you before it happens. You don't need to…I can finish in my boxers...” He turned his head to look for them.

“No.” Flashing him a sultry gaze, I ran my tongue along the underside of his length. “I want to swallow every drop of you.”

A guttural moan escaped him. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life.

I kept pumping my hands and twirling my tongue, fitting as much of him as I could into my mouth. Not very successfully, as I kept gagging with tears in my eyes.

He asked if I was all right, and I nodded.

Nothing was going to stop me now. I wanted him to reach his ultimate peak of pleasure. And I wanted to be the one to take him there.

My mouth was sopping wet, and the force of my lips and hands made a gushing noise as I moved along him.

He let out a moan. “Fuck, Grace . Just. Like. That.”

Gavin’s breathing became labored as he gently thrust into me. His balls tightened in my palm.

“I'm going to come.”

Yes, come in my mouth. Tension was building in me, and I was so aroused myself I could come again just from this.

Gripping his strong thighs, I took him as deep as I could go, giving my all, desperate to make him come. I could feel the muscles of his legs tense, the veins of his cock pulsing on my tongue and cheeks.

“Grace,” he growled my name, and it made me dizzy with bliss.

His legs trembled, and he grunted loudly as his semen hit my mouth, spurts coating my palate and throat. I let the fluid pool a bit, then I swallowed it. The taste was slightly salty but mellow. Surprisingly pleasant, actually.

“That was bloody incredible. That mouth of yours…” He smiled lazily, looking at me as I removed my lips from him, then he threw his head back with a pleased sigh.

Pride filled my chest, knowing that I made him feel that good.

His phone ringing in his blazer caused us both to turn.

He checked his watch with a hum. “I’m afraid we’ve missed our dinner.”

“That’s okay.” I stood and ran a finger over my lips. “I’m very satisfied.”

“Come here, you minx.” With his hands around my hips, he sat me on his lap. I wiggled and grinded my ass against his cock, and he groaned. Our naked bodies were in direct contact, and the intimacy of the moment had my head spinning.

He pulled me in for a kiss. He didn’t seem to care that I’d just gone down on him and swallowed. In fact, he seemed even more hungry and turned on, his tongue exploring my mouth as if to claim me. Then he moved his mouth down my neck, my chest, to my breasts.

He dragged his tongue along my right nipple. “Oh, that feels so…” I moaned. “Good…”

I couldn’t believe I was so close to coming again.

“One more, love. Give me one more.” He took my nipple into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed my clit.

I cried out his name as my sex pulsed against the pad of his thumb.

“There we are,” he murmured as tremors of ecstasy fell over me.

I smiled after my climax faded, my legs quivering on his lap. “Wow, that was amazing. But I don’t think I can do any more. I’m actually pretty hungry.”

He chuckled. “I’m rather peckish myself. I say we order room service for tonight. Anything you’d like.”