Giggling, Emily kinked her head to the side. “Who are you? Christian Grey?”
Hands gliding up her back, a furrow appeared between his brows. “Who’s Christian Grey?”
Eyes wide, Emily sat up and pinned Gavin’s hands above his head. She brushed her nose against his. “You don’t know who Christian Grey is?”
“Not a clue.” Gavin craned his head up, catching her mouth with his. “Is he someone you went to school with?” Before Emily could answer, he gently tugged her lip between his teeth. “Wait. You’ve never been roped up by someone, right?”
“No, not yet.” Emily laughed, lacing their fingers. “And I didn’t go to school with Christian Grey. But I’m pretty sure there’s not a woman on earth who hasn’t heard of him.” Gavin sent Emily another confused look. “Never mind.” She sat up, wrapped the satin sheet around her body, and slipped off the bed. “I’ll explain it one day.”
“Wait. Where are you going? I hope you’re not thinking about showering without me.” Wearing a grin, he leaned up on his elbows. “Remember, I’m the landlord. You need my permission to do anything.”
Eyes piqued in humor, Emily watched Gavin swing his legs over the bed and take a ground-eating step toward her. “Caveman much?”
Gavin didn’t reply. Nope. Instead, he swept her off her feet. Slanting his mouth over hers, he kissed her hard, inhaling deeply, as if trying to breathe her into him. He carried Emily into the bathroom and set her on the vanity.
Gavin’s hard body instantly sent a welcomed s.h.i.+ver up her spine, making her forget about the cold granite under her a.s.s. Her blood sang, and she felt a blush creep up her neck as he slowly pulled the sheet away from her.
His gaze trekked over her body before settling on her lips. “G.o.d, you’re amazing.” He positioned himself between her thighs. Gripping her legs, he drew them up and wrapped them around his waist. “A certified f.u.c.king wake up call.”
Pleasure to come clouded Emily’s mind as she watched him shove his fingers into his mouth. Achingly slow, with his eyes pinned to hers, he pulled them out and trailed them down her stomach. Goose b.u.mps erupted, dancing all over her skin. The breath left her as he palmed her p.u.s.s.y and slid his fingers deep inside. A whimper escaped her as he curled his other hand along the side of her neck and eased her back against the mirror.
“I want you to finger yourself with me,” he roughed out, his breathing ragged.
“What?” Emily moaned, unable to keep her voice from shaking. “I’ve never—”
“Fingered yourself?” He circled his thumb around her c.l.i.t.
Arching her back against the mirror, Emily started to pant. “No, I’ve only used a vibrator.”
Gavin bit his lip and closed his eyes. A groan rumbled in his chest as he pumped his fingers in and out, their fluid motion slow and steady. Opening his eyes, he dragged his hand from Emily’s neck and reached for her wrist. Guiding it down between her legs, he placed her fingers over her c.l.i.t. “No vibrator today. Rub it for me.”
Emily batted her eyelashes shyly but found herself doing what he’d asked. She sucked in a breath as she slid two fingers over her swollen flesh. Lips parted at the multiple sensations, she stared at Gavin and clenched down around his fingers. With every nerve ending awakened and a burning urge for climax nearly disintegrating her, she moaned as she circled her hips. “Oh my G.o.d, Gavin,” she breathed, rubbing harder.
Gavin stroked himself with his free hand, ruthless arousal flaring in his eyes. “That’s right, baby,” he grunted, “now push them in with mine.”
His demand, so raw and primal, had Emily surrendering. Sinking two fingers in with his, she trembled and shuddered. Her blood rushed with the force of a freight train, shutting down her thoughts. The faster Gavin stroked himself, the faster he worked his fingers inside her. Gazes locked, both of their breathing erratic, their faces twisted in total ecstasy.
“Christ, your p.u.s.s.y’s so perfect.” Gavin’s head fell back for a second, a groan pus.h.i.+ng up his throat. Bringing his eyes back to hers, pleasure surged and seized deep within his b.a.l.l.s as Emily sank farther against the mirror. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and planted her feet on the vanity. Completely exposed, she continued to thrust her fingers inside herself with his. The hard stalk of his d.i.c.k pulsated in his hand as he watched her eyes flutter closed. “f.u.c.k. I have to taste you,” Gavin bit out, his nostrils flaring. “Take your fingers out and rub that hot c.l.i.t for me.”
Aching for release, Emily gasped and removed her fingers, sliding them over herself. She watched Gavin kneel. Clenching her hips, he pulled her a.s.s to the edge of the vanity. He latched his mouth to her p.u.s.s.y, his tongue laving urgently. Instantly, need grew, magnifying in Emily’s core. Tightening, her body was totally lost to the pa.s.sion of the intimate act. She’d never opened herself like this with anyone, but it felt so natural with Gavin. Rubbing herself faster, her breathing grew choppier and then completely stopped. Gavin brushed her fingers out of the way and stroked his tongue over her, pulling her c.l.i.t into his mouth, nipping, sucking. She melted. Done.
She gasped a long, shocked intake of air. “Oh my G.o.d, Gavin… I’m… I’m… coming.” She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Lost to the sensations cras.h.i.+ng through her system, her body quivered as she reached for Gavin’s hair, tugging him against her as she rode out the last bit of her climax.
Standing, Gavin continued to stroke himself and grabbed Emily by her nape, pulling her against his lips. He swirled his tongue over hers. The taste of their juices mixing nearly sent him over the edge. Emily moaned into his mouth, and it was the hottest f.u.c.king sound Gavin had ever heard. She slid her fingers under his and started stroking him, their hands gliding in unison along his c.o.c.k. Gavin surged his tongue deeper into Emily’s mouth and groaned, his entire body tightening as his o.r.g.a.s.m wracked through his muscles.