Kady

 

I’ve always been adventurous. Eager to try new things. Open to whatever was up next and willing to just go with the flow. The same holds true in my sex life. I’m not a squeamish girl and I’m open to trying anything at least once. Even if it’s risky or maybe a little taboo.

So, when the opportunity presented itself, I was feeling particularly naughty and just went with it. I’m glad I did because it was the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had. Gavin made me feel safe stepping outside my comfort zone and allowed me to try something that I’d never done before.

But the truth is, it’s not just the sex or the creative positions or places, there’s something more.

It’s the easy intimacy that Gavin and I have together.

It’s unique. Foreign. And a little scary all at once.

Holy hell. I liked sex before I met Gavin, but since sleeping with him, he has turned me into a raging sex machine, willing to do anything, anywhere. I’ve never stuck my finger in a dude’s ass before and never even considered it.  I guess in the moment it was how open and exposed he was sitting in front of me with his legs spread wide. I just couldn’t help myself.

All I thought about in that moment was whether I could make him feel better than anyone else before me.

And based on the orgasm he had in my mouth, I think it’s a pretty safe bet that he liked it.

So yeah, I’m feeling damn proud of myself for being brave and bold and conquering the nerves over to trying something new. It’s like that with everything I do with Gavin. He makes me feel safe and protected, but not overpowered or controlled. With Gavin, I have the reins and he’s my willing participant.

“You know I’m going to return the favor,” he whispers hotly in my ear, sending a mass of shivers down my spine.

We’re soaking in the big marbled tub, Gavin positioned tightly behind me, bubbles and water sloshing around us, the scent of lemons filling the air. Gavin was right about the luxurious amenities in this hotel. The bubble bath and soaps they provide are from local lemons and olive groves from the Amalfi Coast. Lemon scent will forever conjure up images of this trip. I’ll probably orgasm someday when I’m old and gray when I break out the lemon-scented detergent.

“What favor is that?” I ask, tilting my head so he can continue peppering my neck with kisses. He stops only to nibble on my shoulder and pull my earlobe suggestively.

His answer comes in the form of a hand snaking between my thighs, stopping at my center. I open my legs a fraction of an inch so his fingers can slide without obstruction into my wet body. One of his fingers lodges deep within me, sending a tangle of sensation as I squirm against him. My backside moves along his wet torso and he groans as I press the wedge of my ass cheeks against his growing cock.

Our moans mingle with the steam rising above the heated water. We’re slippery, wet and quickly turning to prunes. But none of that matters as his finger slides in and out of me and I pant with every drag of it against my inner flesh.

Gavin’s voice is low and raspy from arousal. “What you just did to me…with your finger…was so hot.”

He licks a path from my neck to my jaw, as I turn my head to meet his lips.

The kiss is slow and passionate. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips as I part them open. I suck on the tip between my lips and his deep groan hits me low in my belly. The masculine sound sends shivers down my spine and I can feel myself clench around his finger still lodged deep within me, driving me out of my ever-loving mind.

“I’ve never done that to anyone else,” I admit shyly.

“I’m glad. I want it just for us.”

His response unlocks something buried deep within me that it feels like a geyser that’s been tapped and released from its earthly confines. It’s an experience tattooed and marking us forever.

And then before I know what he’s doing, his other hand scoops underneath my ass, spreading my cheeks with his expert fingers.

I startle just a little, but he reassures me with a cooing “shhh.” And when he begins circling the small puckered ring, his other hand working to bring me pleasure, I get lost in the overwhelming sensations. The pulsing jets of water, the lemon-flavored aroma mixed with body heat and the sexy man behind me all lend a hand in the way my body relaxes and I let go of my inhibitions.

My body is on sensory overload as white spots begin to dance behind my eyelids. The pumping action of his fingers and the small shifts of his hips grinding against me push me over the edge as I scream out my orgasm.

“Gavin, don’t stop…I’m right there…”

It’s not possible to have any further conscious thought as I lose myself to the wondrous sensations that rock me to the core.

It takes several minutes for my climactic high to wear off and for me to come down from the heavenly pleasure I’d just experienced. Gavin removes his fingers and my body feels empty. This must be remedied.

I shift, turning in his arms to face him. Straddling his lap, his erect cock hits me right where I want him. I test the waters, so to speak, and wrap my arms around his neck, as he takes firm hold of my hips. The aftershocks of my orgasm linger and wait for the next deluge, which I know won’t take much to get me there again.

Staring down between us, I stare in awe as the large tip of his erection appears and disappears underneath me.

His eyes are closed in a tight, desperate expression. “Condom…in my bag…on the bed. Fuck.”

My hold on his neck stiffens, as I turn my head toward the door to the bedroom in understanding.

When I look back at him, his eyes are half-slits, waiting for me to do something. To tell him to go get one. To be responsible for our protection.

But that’s not what I do. 

My body instead responds for me. I shift my hips, moving forward and then back, the slide of his skin exquisite against my sensitive core, still buzzing from its hard release minutes ago. I can’t help what I do next.

Reaching down between us, I grab his smooth, wet, steely-length and place it at my entrance. My mouth laps greedily at his, taking possession with a fiery, passionate kiss. Our lips and teeth mash together, tasting and feeding on each other like it’s our last meal. And then I pull away, breathless and ready for what’s next.

“I’m protected. Am I safe with you?”

No one ever wants to ruin the mood in the middle of sex to have a conversation like this. But it’s best not to have regrets if you can help it. That much I know.

“Yes…you’re safe…oh fuck…are you sure?” he grits out in a painful clip, his fingers digging hard into my hips. “We should wait.”

He waits for my answer.

Fuck it. I trust him. I push down on top of him as he slides inside, stretching me as he enters. Filling me. Claiming me.

The moment he’s inside, everything in the world comes to a complete standstill. I’m surrounded by this ever-present calm. There’s no remorse. I don’t feel anything other than wanting more. More of Gavin. Not just this minute. But longer. For as long as I can have him.

Gavin begins swift jabs up through the water, pushing deeper inside me, as I counter his movements by rocking up and down. His upper torso lurches forward, the colors of his tattoos blurring and blending in my vision, as he moves into an upright sitting position, pushing me back just slightly so I’m angled away from his chest. He sucks my puckered nipple between his teeth.

“You feel so good, Kitty,” he mumbles against my breast, the heat of his breath against my exposed wet skin sending rippling flutters through my body.

When he bites at my sensitive flesh, I buck against him, the top of his pelvic bone hitting me squarely on my clit. The impending climax is rushing through my veins, nerve endings firing off in delight. I scream out.

“Gavin…oh my God…”

I spasm around him, my head dropping back, mouth open in awe. I have a tight grip on the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin, likely to leave their marks, as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. His own growl of release has me clenching around him again.

“Coming.”

I stare at his beautiful face as his eyelids roll shut, his teeth marking his lower lip. This is another first for me, too. I’ve never let a guy come inside me before. Without a condom, I can feel him flooding me with his hot release, jetting inside me as powerfully as the tub jets at my back.

A euphoric smile spreads across my mouth. It’s unreal what a difference it can make, not having any barriers. Being this close to someone where all the layers are stripped away. I’ve always kept a safe distance when I’ve slept with others. A defense mechanism to protect myself, not just my body.

With Gavin, it’s different.

Maybe the scenery and beautiful surroundings of Italy factor in to what’s happening between us. How could it not? It’s one of the most romantic places in the world. But that doesn’t diminish the growing bond that’s been forged in our days and nights together.

And when you’re least expecting it.

I mentally slap myself for being such a silly, sappy girl. Why am I thinking about love, that useless emotion?

I’m obviously experiencing a state of euphoria right now after experiencing such a rush of emotions with Gavin on this trip.

Gavin’s chin rests in the crook of my shoulder, his large body wrapped around me as I lean into him. It’s probably the most blissful, peaceful after-sex moment I’ve ever had.

And I don’t want it to end.