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Covered Part Two

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part two


Mina Holt

Copyright © 2015 by Mina Holt. Covered – Part Two. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.



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Time sped up the moment we were through the door, but I had bright, Technicolor flashes of frozen moments as things progressed.

The door slammed shut and in an instant his shirt was off, but I had a frozen image of his long, muscular torso glowing in the golden light of the bedside lamps.

Then time sped up, and suddenly I was lying back on the bed, with Gavin between my legs on his knees, kissing his way up my leg to my cleft.

A frozen moment of him poised between my thighs, gripping them like he was hanging on for dear life, a look of hunger on his face so intense it almost frightened me.

But he was right; I liked to be frightened.

He placed his hand under my ass and helped slide my pants off. I was beyond self-consciousness at that point; I would have danced for him, jumped on the bed for him…I would have done absolutely anything he would have asked of me.

In spite of that, I did try my best to remain elegant as he slid each leg out the end of my stylish dress slacks, but it was impossible. I wiggled and bucked against him to help, but he smiled, a devilish grin that lit up his face and made his eyes impossibly illuminated with desire.

“There’s no point in struggling, Ms. Britton,” he said and he leaned and nipped the inside of my thigh, “I am going taste your beautiful pussy and watch you come, feel you tighten around my fingers and quiver against my face.”

“I’m not…” I started to protest and tell him I wasn’t struggling, but he dipped his face his tongue found my cleft and worked inside, probing for my clit. His hands dragged my panties off and he tossed them into the corner somewhere while he was buried deep in my pussy, working his tongue against my tender bud, seeking the sweet spot.

My gasp of surprise and pleasure let him know he’d been successful. He’d found that bright little bundle of crazy lava-hot nerves at the center of my sex and he was drawing me even further out of my comfort zone.

I couldn’t voice my feelings though, incomprehensible words fell from my lips and I thrashed my head and moaned. I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling, but I did know that was the first time a man had ever gone down on me and it was incredible.

I pulled myself up slightly and watched his face in my V, lapping at me like a starving man. Gavin James, hottest man in the world, was hungry for me.

His eyes were positively glowing when he looked up at me, caught my gaze and held it. My thighs framed his face and his hands worked alongside his tongue, probing me and sliding inside of me, slick with my juices and my need for him, matching time with his mouth and tongue. I cried out and panted, watched him dive deeper at my response and almost lost my mind.

I reached down and touched his hair, as if reassuring myself that he was real, this was happening. I could see my abdomen quiver as a wave of sensation washed over me and I felt as though I were drowning.

He slid another finger in, alongside the first, and started to work them together in a slow pumping motion. His tongue and lips sucked and nibbled my clit and were relentless in their ministrations on my pussy.

It was almost too much. Almost.

I couldn’t breathe. I was waiting for it, waiting for that perfect apex of intense, fire burning, nerves alight, liquid lava hot joy flowing through my veins and sending me beyond the point of no return.

I fell back and managed to utter a single recognizable word when I came. “Gavin,” I exhaled, my breathing ragged now that it had come back to me, my voice harsh with the things I wanted to tell him.

I couldn’t move though, everything was frozen in one long, drawn out delicious sense of never ending time. I was coming on his face, on his fingers, and all he could do was keep pushing me father over the peak, plunging me deeper into ecstasy than I’d ever known existed.

I started to sob as I came down. I was shocked by the emotions bubbling up from somewhere deep, but I let them flow. I let him bring it all out of me, I let the walls and roadblocks tumble down and I let myself love him, love his face and fingers and body and love what he was doing to me.

It had been a few moments of firsts for me, but I wasn’t able to tell him that this was my first time with a man’s face buried in my pussy. That this was the first time I’d ever come like that. That this was the first time I felt so enflamed with desire I would do anything for him right then, anything he requested of me. And that this was the first time I felt like there was no going back with him. I was falling, I had fallen, and it was deep…as deep as the ocean of joy he tossed me into with a few well placed thrusts of his finger and tongue…I was gone and he was right there with me.

I felt myself clench and twitch as I came down off my insane orgasm. My hands were still on his head, but wrapped tightly in his hair. I loosened my grip and said, “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pull your hair.”

He gave me one last long, languid lick and slid his tongue up over my smooth delta. I was so grateful I’d shaved myself smooth for this.

He dragged it across my mons, to the place my leg joined my body, the smooth surface of my flattened belly, up my torso, across my rib cage and to my breast.

I’d completely forgotten to worry about my less than toned tummy as he traversed the curves and soft places of my body.

“Don’t ever apologize for hurting me during the act of love,” he said and continued along my body, “there’s nothing you could do that could harm me. You are exquisite when you come, Ms. Britton, did you know that?”

I closed my eyes and let him nibble, roll my nipple in his teeth and work the other breast with his fingers. I sighed and said, “I feel exquisite when you take me there, Mr. James.”

Sparks of heat seemed to shoot from the points of contact, where he was touching my body. The weight of him on me was enough to send me into a heady rush of excitement.

I felt him leave and snapped my eyes open. He’d rolled off the bed to strip. I wanted nothing more than to watch him finally get naked for me.

Time sped up, he pulled his clothing off with expert precision and suddenly he was there, standing next to the bed, drinking in the sight of my body as I feasted upon his.

He was truly glorious, tall, muscled, tattooed, right off the pages of a magazine and into my life.

His cock was intimidating. I gulped and tried to envision how it was going to fit inside any part of me. It didn’t seem possible, but I was really going to give it the old college try. I would fuck Gavin James, even if it killed me. And if it did, well, I’ll bet I’d die with a big smile on my face.

“I’ve decided I like you like this, Ms. Britton,” he said and grinned. “Hot, naked, splayed out on my bed. I could get used to this.”

He climbed back onto the bed next to me, dragged his fingers up my body and slid one into my mouth. I didn’t break eye contact as I sucked it sensuously, slowly, tasting myself on him. He lowered himself next to me and pulled his finger out, dragged it down my body and his hand slid between my thighs, parted my lower lips and began to play with me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, passionately, like he owned me. His tongue was in my mouth, tasting like me, it was demanding and urgent and I couldn’t get enough.

And just like that Gavin James possessed every part of me.

I truly wholeheartedly would have done anything he’d asked. Thank god he only asked for deliciously sensual and wickedly dirty things from me.

“You are so beautiful,” he said and slid his fingers deeper inside of me, I would never grow tired of hearing that from his lips.

“You do that to me,” I managed to say. My breath was growing ragged again, I breathed against his lips in short, sharp gasps. I honestly for the first time in my life felt beautiful, under his body, in his hands, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.

And I was addicted to the feeling. I couldn’t get enough of him, how he made me feel.

He moved his mouth away from my mouth, placing light kisses along my jawline, pausing to kiss my chin, and dropped to my neck. I moaned as he bit me lightly.

“Ms. Britton,” he said against my throat, “Sarai…tell me what you want. Tell me now.”

I tilted my head back and let him suck my throat, I didn’t care if he left a mark…hell, I wanted him to leave a mark. “I want…” my voice trailed off, I was suddenly overcome with nerves and couldn’t tell him all the amazingly delicious things he was awakening inside of me.

“What do you want?” he growled and bit my flesh, lightly, but enough to make me gasp and clench my stomach in need.

“I want you to…” again my voiced died out…I gathered my resources, lifted my head slightly off the pillow and met his gaze and said, “I want you to fuck me, Mr. James. Gavin. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

I could feel the two fingers inside of me speed up and he began to breath harder as he fingered my pussy.

“Good Christ, love,” he uttered, “you are so tight, so sexy.”

And he was gone, rolled off me, left me empty and cold. I opened my eyes and saw him reach into the nightstand and pull out a foil wrapper.

Good thinking, lord only knew how many women he’d been with. I trusted myself; I’d only had the two boyfriends and hadn’t been with anyone for a long time. I could probably be classified as a virgin, especially since the guys I’d been with in college had been about half Gavin’s impressive size.

This was going to hurt, but at least we would be protected.

What had he said though? There was nothing sweeter than being hurt in the act of love.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said and bit the end of the package, “I never go without.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, calming my panting breath, “I respect that.”

“Are you on anything, love?” he asked.

I shook my head for no and said, “We definitely need these.” I sat up and was immediately eye level with his huge cock as he rolled the condom on. I didn’t know they made condoms that big; he must’ve special ordered them or something.

God, he was huge. I tried not to let my eyes bulge out of my head like a cartoon coyote, staring at his length and girth.

“Sarai,” he said and stood above me, “you are fucking stunning, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“I don’t mind at all,” I replied and stared up at him. He leaned over me, gently pushed me back down and climbed on top, kissing me and touching me everywhere all at once. I felt his hardness press against my thigh as we got closer to the actual moment.

The moment I was going to fuck, be fucked by, Gavin James.

I was shaking, I was so nervous. Terrified by his size, but nervous about my performance. He’d been with so many women, how would I measure up?

I closed my eyes and he kissed me, moved his hand down and slid his fingers into my slit again. I was wet, positively gushing for him, and worried it might be too much. He kissed my neck and moved to nip my throat, pulled back and said, “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and he removed his finger, trailed it up my abdomen and brought it to his lips. He grinned lasciviously and sucked my juices off his finger, lowered himself and I felt the blunt head of his cock find my cleft.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, “I want to see your face when I slide into you the first time. I want you to know that you are mine.”

My eyes widened at his declaration, I knew there was crazy chemistry between us, but I hadn’t quite realized how serious he was about it. I’d half expected to be another notch on his bedpost, another Gavin James hump and dump on TMZ.

“Yours?” I asked and ran my hands up his back, felt his muscles move under his smooth, tanned skin as he lowered himself farther.

“Mine,” he growled and prodded my slit. I opened my legs and accepted him, let him push and slide his wide length inside of me.

I gasped, he stretched me wide and it was painful at first. A burning acquiescence that this was happening, he was claiming me, I was his.

“I am yours,” I said and watched him reach the end of me. His girth was becoming less and less uncomfortable by the second, and I could feel the burning turn to liquid fire as he pulled out. He reached the tip of his cock and I dug my nails into his back, dragging at him for more.

More of him, more of us, more of this.

He thrust back inside, the burning was gone, my body had completely opened up to him, and I exhaled a long moan riding on a gust of breath.

He filled me up, not just with his huge member, but with his presence, his scent, the sight of him, it all filled me with a joyous sense that the world just might go in my direction for once. That this was exactly what it was, nothing more and nothing less, just two people falling in love.

“Look at me,” he told me, “I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me.”

I stared into his own beautiful face, his luminescent eyes, and felt a pressure building somewhere deep inside of me. He continued to move against me, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and dug him farther inside, as far as he could go.

He paused during one retreat and I looked down, watched where he was entering me, where our bodies were becoming joined as one. It was a sexy sight, we fit perfectly together and the slick sensation of my velvety muscles clamping around him filled us both with lust and thick breath.

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