Born to Make You Smile

NINETEEN

With white robes on, we ate our meal on the small table in my suite. We shared a garden salad, pasta in a cream sauce, as well as grilled shrimp with salsa verde. Then we enjoyed a decadent chocolate trifle.

“So. You enjoyed yourself?” he said, blinking awkwardly.

I nodded with a smile. “I did. And you?”

“Definitely.”

I wasn’t sure what else to say. Trying to go back to our usual dynamic after what we did was proving to be more difficult than anticipated.

He shifted in his seat and scratched his forehead, seeming unsettled.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I think I’m going to head back to my room for the night. If that’s all right.”

I tried my best not to show my disappointment, as I hoped he’d stay over. “Of course.”

“I really need to get these bloody contacts out. But I’ll see you in the morning.”

He nodded with assurance, and I forced a smile.

He gathered his clothing. We shared an awkward peck on the lips, followed by a quick sterile hug and goodbye, then he left.

My stomach sank. Maybe that was all it was. All he wanted. A bit of release. Perhaps he was already regretting what we did. Who could blame him? It wasn’t as if we could actually be together. A couple. What would people say? I mean, the girls would be delighted. But everyone else—work, friends, his family—would surely question our relationship. Maybe we could get all the sexual tension out of our systems here. Then go back to normal when we returned to Toronto.

Yeah, right.

Nothing would be normal ever again.

***

The following morning, Gavin showed up at my door. We had plans to have breakfast and then head straight to the convention. He looked edible in a tailored white dress shirt, red tie, and gray pants. Visions of last night flashed before me. I wanted to rip the clothing right off him.

“Shall we?” he said, rather stiffly.

As we rode down the elevator, we both stood silent, the tension between us so intense that it could start a fire. I exited the elevator first, and his gentle hand on my lower back made my skin tremble.

We sat down for breakfast at the hotel restaurant, and he went on about the convention, his colleagues, and the presentations. No mention of last night. When our knees accidentally brushed under the table, the resulting fireworks it set off in my body were almost unbearable. I squirmed in my seat.

“Gavin,” I said. “Can we, um, talk about last night?”

I knew if I didn’t bring it up, he would continue to act like nothing happened.

“Look.” He ran a hand along his chin, leaning in. “I really enjoyed myself last night. And I didn’t mean to run off after dinner. My contacts were bothering me, but also, I didn’t want to do too much, too soon.”

I nodded. “Okay. And what exactly are we doing?”

He exhaled a deep breath. “I’m not quite sure. I understand there are too many reasons we shouldn’t, but I don’t think I’ll be able to resist you after last night.”

I blushed, then reality settled in. “What happens when we get back home?”

“I have no idea.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I’m out of my element here. I don’t want to ruin what we have and make things awkward at work, but I’m afraid that ship has sailed. I just want to be with you. See where this goes. Can we do that, for now?”

A gentle smile tickled my lips. “Sure. We can do that.”

My eyes ran over him, then I noticed a red jam stain on his white dress shirt. “You have a little something,” I said, pointing at him.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” he huffed, looking down at himself. “You don’t mind if I go up to change? You can wait here.”

“That’s okay. I’ll come with you.”

***

His room layout was exactly like mine but in reverse. A little messier too.

“Good thing I brought an extra white shirt,” he said, going through the closet. “I’ll have to get this one cleaned. I’ll drop it off at the front desk before we head to the convention.”

I watched him remove his tie, then undo the buttons of his dress shirt to reveal his bare chest. Seeing his body in the light of day was a completely new experience. Bursts of arousal raced through me, and I shuffled and squirmed.

I wanted him so badly. I’d do just about anything to have him right now.

He paused his actions when he noticed me staring, a fierce look in his eye as if he could read my mind.

I bit my lip, timid and unsure.

He walked up to me and cupped my face in his hands. “Fuck the bloody convention.”

In a blink, his demanding lips were pressed against mine. I became so immersed in his kiss I could have sworn I was being transported to another dimension. Every single cell in my body was awakened, each dormant nerve eager for release. My body begged to feel more of him. All of him.

Both of us frantically undressed.

He pushed me up against the wall, his erection pressing on my stomach, his thigh between my legs. He got harder as I became softer and wetter while our hands and mouths ravaged each other frantically.

Brushing my curls out of the way, he traced his lips down the contours of my neck, then followed the same path with his tongue. A trail of glorious tingles flowed straight to my core, causing me to release a series of irrepressible moans.

He scooped my legs, then lowered me on the bed. The white comforter was refreshingly cool under my hot body. He moved over me, his masculine strength pinning me to the mattress. The friction of his hard shaft against my clit was heaven, only separated by his boxers and the thin lace of my thong. So good.

He hooked his fingers into my thong and dragged it down my thighs, then tossed it to the floor.

I opened my legs with confidence, exposing myself to him, ready and desperate for his touch.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, rubbing his fingers over my cunt. “I need to taste you.”

I ached to have his mouth on me but was slightly hesitant. Would I smell or taste bad?

But as soon as his mouth touched my sex, a jolt of pleasure hit me so hard I spasmed and almost hit him with my knee.

Oh my God.

He pulled away, scanning my face. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes,” I panted. “Your mouth feels amazing. I had no idea it would feel that good.”

A devilish smile later, he put his lips on me once more, so slow and sensual it was torturous. Then he used his tongue to lick me up and down, pushing on my pulsing clit. I couldn’t control my brazen moans.

“G-Gavin.” My head was spinning.

Before I could think again, he devoured me, lapping my arousal with hunger. His desire for me drove me even more to the brink. He was aggressive, yet very precise, as if he knew exactly where I yearned for it, each spot where I craved his mouth.

“Fuck. Oh fuck !” I yelled out.

“You taste so good, Grace,” he mumbled against me. “So juicy and sweet. A delicious peach.”

I smirked, doubtful I actually tasted that good. But the way he was feeding on me with his own moans of pleasure, I couldn’t help but believe him.

Moving his hands under my backside, he cupped and squeezed my ass and picked up his pace. Blazes of fire barrelled through my body, searing me with pleasure in their wake. My muscles contracted, and I was losing control in the rise to glory.

“Oh my God,” I shouted, frantically grinding my cunt against his mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

My orgasm burst to the surface like an explosion. My entire body trembled as turbulent rushes ran through me. He kept his mouth on me long after my climax faded away as if to absorb all the subsequent spasms and every last drop of my pleasure.

“Wow,” I said with a drawn-out, tireless sigh. I’d never felt sensations like that before. Gavin was ruining me.

“Good?” he asked, with a cocky smirk.

“Yes,” I said, giggling, my head against the pillow. I felt high.

He moved over me and put his mouth on mine, the musky saltiness of my arousal on his lips. “I can taste myself on you.”

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, staring into his eyes. My body was desperate for more, aching to be filled. I knew it would change everything, but I couldn’t stop my primal desire to have him. “I need you. I need you inside me.”

His eyes shifted over my body. “I don’t want to pressure you. I know it’s a big deal—”

“Please.” I bit my lip, flashing him a seductive glance. “Don’t overthink it.”

He kissed me, then moved off the bed, removing his boxers. “Wait. Let me get a condom.”

I touched his arm, stopping him. “I’m on the pill. I take it to manage my periods. If you’re okay with it, I want you bare. I want to feel you.”

He nodded, hesitant. “I haven’t done this without since…” It was clear he was about to say Judy, but he held back. “Anyhow, I’m good, I’ve always been safe.”

I took his hard cock into my hand. Girthy and long, I was worried about his size for a split second but brushed my concerns away. “I need you. Please.”

He groaned, then moved his powerful body on top of mine, his erection nudging against me.

He placed a sweet kiss by my ear. “Ready, love?”

His endearment sent a rush through my body, reminding me of everything we’d been through together. “Yes.”

“I’ll go slow. I’ll try at least. No guarantees.”

I bit my lip with a smile. “Don’t be too gentle. I can handle it.”

He guided his tip into me, and the sensation was incredible. Then he inched in farther, and oh my God, it…hurt. A burning stretch like no other. I couldn't help but wince and shift my body.

“Oh no. You’re in pain.” He pulled out a bit, the tendons in his neck straining as he held himself up.

“Gavin. Keep going. Don't stop. Please…”

His eyes flashed with need, and he pushed in again. Only a mild sting this time as my body adjusted to his size.

“More?” he asked.

I gasped. “There’s more?”

A smug grin grazed his lips. “Yes, I’m only about halfway.”

“Jesus.” I let out a chuckle, then took in a breath. “Do it. All the way.”

With a groan, he pushed himself as deep as he could go. My walls stretched to accommodate every solid inch of him, and while painful, I felt so deliciously full. I almost couldn’t believe this moment was happening.

I have a cock inside me. Gavin’s cock.

“Grace. Fuck. You feel so good.” His words came out strained and breathless. “So tight and warm.” He pulled out, then pushed back in, and slowly, with each thrust, the pain transformed into a satisfying pressure. I held on to his back, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers.

He continued to drive into me, putting his weight on my pelvis. With instinct, I moved along with him, gently thrusting to the dictates of his rhythm.

My body seized with pleasure at the direct contact of his body against mine. We were so close and connected. Moving as one.

His eyes darkened as he stared down at me. “I’m going to go harder. You need to tell me to stop if you can’t handle this.”

“Gavin, please. Go harder.”

I knew I’d hurt and be extra sore, but I didn't care. I needed him to have his way with me. To be everything he desired. To make him come harder than he ever had before.

He stabilized his legs, then picked up force and speed. I felt a dull ache as he repeatedly hit the end of me.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he murmured, his jaw straining. Sweat dripped from his brow as he pumped into me without restraint, chasing his release. “Your cunt is perfection.”

His words made my head spin. I squeezed his cock as tightly as I could manage.

“Grace.” His voice was breathy and ragged.

With closed eyes, a look of awe and relief swept across him while he pushed into me with hard, deep thrusts. Then I watched as he fell apart with a steady guttural groan. I could feel him twitch as he spilled everything inside me.

God, I loved watching him come. I loved knowing I did that to him.

He continued to move, stroking a responsive spot on my inner walls. He trailed his mouth down the curves of my neck, and the culminating pleasure was overwhelming. A delicious feeling began to stir within me, different from my climaxes before. An internal climb in the depths of my core grew fast and furiously like a cyclone.

“Shit. I think I’m going to...” I couldn’t finish my thought, my breath coming out in frenzied moans.

“Come for me, love,” he muttered, winding his hips, pushing himself to the end of me. He placed his hands over mine, then intertwined our fingers, gripping me tight. The unexpected intimacy made my heart go heavy.

I cried out as my climax hit, my walls fluttering around his length. My entire body was surrounded by the most intense ecstasy that radiated through me in rippling waves, over and over, crashing, leaving me helpless and breathless in the sea that was Gavin.

He remained inside me as we continued to catch our breath, breathing in perfect unison. Sweet tremors coursed through my body, like mini-orgasmic bursts, draining my remaining energy.

The pressure of his erection slowly eased from my tight walls, but he did not pull away. Gavin placed a tender kiss on my forehead. Emotion overwhelmed me, and tears burned the backs of my eyes. I swiftly blinked them away.

“Grace,” he said with a smile. “That was…”

I panted. “Incredible. Mind-blowing. The best thing ever.”

“Yes.” He let out a chuckle. “I think Earth fell out of rotation after what we just did.”

I was afraid he was right. The planet had been irreversibly dislodged. But for once, my brain was clear and free, and I didn’t care for the consequences. I had this beautiful, wonderful man still inside me who rocked my world, and I wanted to stay in this moment forever.