Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (34 page)

Gibson tucked the bottle of champagne under his arm and winced with the cold before chuckling and holding my hand. When he began to lead me through to one of the cabins he was striding confidently. I was tagging behind thinking,
shit, this is really happening? Can it happen? Will I be able to do this?
But at the same time, wanting to do it more than anything.

Gibson wandered over to the small table at the bottom of the bed and placed all his finds there. Turning, his delighted smiling face changed to a concerned look. I realized I’d been hovering in the doorway and smiled to reassure him I hadn’t changed my mind about being in the room with him.

Two strides and his arms were around me. “Come here darlin’.” Suddenly Gibson lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist. Striding over to the bed he turned and sat down on it, tucking the top of my feet back over his thighs so that I was astride him but my legs weren’t obstructing him from pulling me nearer to him.

Flopping backward on the bed, he took me with him and suddenly I was on top of him again. Without hesitation Gibson was asserting himself as alpha male, master in the relationship between us.

Hungry, desperate kisses full of passion and want made my head swim as he took me over. Our passion rose to the point where we were both writhing on each other, until he rolled over and lay on top of me.

My legs uncurled and wrapped around his back as I lost myself to the whole Gibson experience. “Fuck.” He growled raggedly and pushed himself off the bed.

In one fluid swoop his swimmers were on the floor and he stepped out of them. Grinning roguishly at me, his dick bounced as it sprung free and he crawled back over me like he was stalking his prey.

Gibson curled his fingers into my bikini bottoms and smirked. “May I?” His request was completely out of the blue and made me giggle nervously. I felt so damned horny by that time, caution was gone, replaced with desire and a desperate want to be filled by him overtaking anything to do with reason.

Nodding slowly, our gaze was fixed but Gibson furrowed his brow.

“Say it. Tell me to take them down.” His command really turned me on and I mimicked his words.

“Take them down.” I was amazed at how assertive I sounded.

“Good girl.” Gibson looked delighted with my response and tightened his fingers and thumbs around the small briefs, smiling slowly. I expected him to rip them off but instead his slow unveiling was sensational.

Removing his hands from the waistband he placed both of his palms between my legs at the knees then slid his hands tantalizingly slowly up my inner thighs, but without parting my legs any further. Eyes darting up to mine he made sure that I was consenting to what he was doing.

Slipping his hands under the leg elastic when he reached my pussy, he drew his fingers outwards before turning them over and hooking his long fingers at the waistband and teasing them downwards. I dug my heels in and he pulled them past my butt, then down my slightly trembling legs.

Gibson’s eyes glinted with pleasure as he stared lustily at my heat, sucking in a long breath of air as he focused first on my shaved pussy, then on the task he was doing, but growled loudly again and shook his head. I loved the effect I had on him and I had never seen this amount of attention given to any other girl he’d been with. What he had been doing with them was purely perfunctory.

Gibson stopped short of taking my panties all the way off, leaving my bikini bottoms at my ankles. “Chloe, you have to want this. It’s your call to take them off. If you take them off, that means I am not solely responsible for anything else that may happen between us.” Staring back at him, I couldn’t believe that he would torture himself by asking me to consider again at this point.

“I’ve taken them down to this point because I think you’ve wanted this since that day when you gave me the towels but there is something holding you back.” Gibson’s eyes looked down again at my half naked frame and he licked his lips and swallowed hard. “And I don’t think this has anything to do the promiscuous legacy that follows me.”

Gibson sat back on his heels and ran his hands through his hair. “I felt you lacked courage to let yourself do this and that’s why I’ve gone this far. Deciding to take them off or not Chloe, that’s your call.”

We had one day, that’s all. Gibson, my fantasy guy since I was eighteen, was letting me choose whether or not I should get with him, whether I should live out my fantasy. It was clear that I was one of his.

I was sitting on the edge like he had said. Could I fly off like Gibson wanted me to, like I wanted to and not to fall for him at the same time? Although I desperately wanted to let myself go and be intimate with him, I knew another bout of heartache would follow. I knew what heartache felt like, but I didn’t know the pleasure I felt we could give each other even if it was only once.

Slowly I bent my leg and allowed one ankle to slip out of the leg of the bottoms, then using my toes I removed the rest with my foot. Gibson was smiling and shaking his head as I trembled and waited for what was going to happen next.

I suppose I was expecting him to lie down beside me but instead he slid his hands under my butt and lifted me up off the bed and stood, nudging me up his body. Sitting down, he tipped me back, freeing my legs and placing them over his shoulders. He moved himself to sit upright on the edge of the bed with my pussy in his face.

“Oh, Chloe. I’m going to take really good care of you and make you feel so fuckin’ good darlin’. I hope you’re paying attention.” Swallowing hard, I shivered and shuddered at the sexy way he said that to me, his statement was so full of intent.

Gibson stared at my pussy and then glanced up at me, desperately lusting after what was right in front of his eyes. I stared back at him and felt myself tremble at the slow deliberate way he was savoring the moment. When his eyes flicked back to my heat he dipped his head forward and kissed one thigh and then the other.

When he did that one last glance up at me as he licked his lips in preparation to taste me, it almost pushed me to my limit. My pussy was soaking wet, coated in my juices and my heartbeat was in overdrive. In that split second before he acted my body hummed while I waited for him to make his move. One thing for sure, the way he was holding me, I knew that I would remember that day for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER 33 – FIERCE

Gibson

Lifting Chloe up, I placed her back on my knees and lifted her legs over my shoulders then sat her up again so that her pussy was level with my mouth. I inhaled her feminine scent deeply and kissed both thighs before I glanced up, watching her, watch what I was doing. Chloe was looking down at me, biting her lip in anticipation of what I was going to do.

When I kissed her thighs I heard her breath hitch and felt her legs began to tremble slightly. She placed her hands either side of my head to steady herself and tiny shockwaves ran from my scalp to my finger- tips. It was similar to the excitement I had felt in the other direction from my fingers to my scalp from the vibrations when I used to play the drums.

Chloe’s touch and mine transferring between each other had us both erupting in a rash of goose bumps. The sexual tension hanging in the air between us was so thick it made me feel like I was suffocating. She was nervous, her whole body shaking slightly and her nerves were actually affecting me.

I took a really good long look at her pussy. She had described herself perfectly, even with her legs astride me it was only slightly open and glistening, hinting at the pleasure I’d feel when I tasted her. She was beautiful.

Swallowing hard, I was a little overwhelmed to have her where I could finally do some of the things I’d been desperate to do with her– to her, but for some reason I was treating her like she was too fragile.

I’ll admit I hesitated and looked up at her again; she was staring down at me and looking so vulnerable and nervous, looking both petrified and excited and I knew that whatever else I did I had to make this right for her. Show her just
how
special I regarded her.

With that thought there was this sudden pressure I’d never felt having sex. Handling her like she was this priceless, rare, fragile possession, but wanting to convey the confidence of a man who knew how to treat her well.

Already I was missing Chloe and I hadn’t touched her yet. I knew that she’d be gone soon and thought that if this was a one- time thing maybe it would be better never to have known what she felt like, what she tasted like.

Fleeting thoughts went through my mind of how many girls might have felt like that about me? How many girls had I hurt, behaving like I did back in my ‘horny boy phase?’

Shaking the thought off, I focused on the beautiful gift in front of me and I was lost. Convincing myself this was only the beginning for us, I dipped my head between her legs and applied a gentle pressure on her ass as I drew her towards me to drink from her.

Smelling her scent was intoxicating and I drew my tongue up her seam lightly just the once. Chloe gasped in reaction to the sensation she felt when I licked her pussy for the first time. My tongue was coated with her juices and I pulled back slightly to stare up at her, gauging the expression on her face. How I never threw her on the bed and fucked her brains out when I tasted her, I’ll never know.

Lips slightly parted, neck extended to the side, her hair flopping over her shoulder, Chloe looked like a rag doll for that split second, then her head rolled forward and we had this intense moment where our eyes locked and I worked a swallow at how amazing she was in my arms.

Passion took over and I moved in on her again, giving her languishingly slow licks, soft and hard sucks, nibbling and flicking her clit. Chloe moaned softly and murmured, “Oh God, Gibson,” in a husky low murmur. Exploring her with my mouth, I sucked her clit in quick and slow pulsing motions and continued teasing her until I felt that slight tremor a woman’s body does right before she comes.

I swear I could feel her pussy clench on my tongue as she started to come. When she did, Chloe’s insides bore down so hard that when I stuck my tongue inside her I could feel the pressure from the intensity of her climax as she came all around it.

Chloe’s reaction was to clamp her legs on my head and try to push me away, but I growled long and loud and hung on like a leech. No way was I missing a drop of her juices and I wasn’t nearly done tasting her.

When Chloe screamed, “Oh, Gibson,” and when I heard my name on her lips like that, I felt everything I never knew I could when the person that said it meant so much, and my heart swelled. Eventually, when her climax ebbed, I stood up, securing her back in my arms, turned us around and gently laid her flat on the bed.

Watching her chest rise and fall, still heaving from the pleasure I had given her, was incredible. Chloe smiled lazily at me and I felt my lips curl up in a satisfied smile. I finally had her here with me and we seemed to be on the same wavelength. Crawling alongside her, I leaned over to take her jaw in my hand and poured all the tenderness I was feeling about her into our warm wet smoldering kiss.

I wanted her to enjoy the taste of herself on my lips and I needed to enjoy the taste of her on her lips as well. Feeling like I wanted to keep her there forever, I wrapped my other arm around her head and held her tightly in place beside me. When I did, a strong emotional wave washed over me. Most definitely a feeling of emotional well- being, which was completely different to anything I’d had with any other girl before.

Breaking the kiss, Chloe began to shuffle down until her head was at my hips. Tugging her hair slightly for her attention, I shook my head. “You don’t have to do anything, Chloe. If you do it is because you want to do it, not because you feel you should or it’s what I expect of you, okay?”

A part of me was contented with what she allowed me to do. Another part of me was dreading the pain in my dick if she accepted my statement and didn’t want to do any more.

Small, delicate, trembling fingers wrapped around my dick and she briefly glanced up to me to gauge how I was reacting before she closed her hand around my shaft. The sensation I felt when she held me like that, the intimacy, was something I still find hard to describe in words. I was a guy who had had sex with hundreds, if not thousands of girls and I had almost creamed myself at her touch.

Crouching on her knees, her butt at her heels, she bent down and kissed the head of my dick. “Fuck.” The word fell out of my mouth and my dick wanted to ride hers. She took a moment from her initial reaction to taking me into her mouth and I growled loudly with pleasure. It was fucking incredible.

I found myself gasping and between the both of us the noises were an amazing aphrodisiac in itself, but I couldn’t stay still and was raising my hips, my dick sliding further and further into her mouth as I tried to lose control and ride it.

Who would have thought this kinda quiet girl could give head the way she did? She was working with my body so well, I became much more vocal than normal. “Oh damn.” Shifting up onto my elbows to watch, I was so fucking mesmerized by what she was doing to me. “Mmm, fuck yeah, like that…damn.”

Chloe’s stimulation had me so turned on, I wanted to taste her again as well as her blowing me so I positioned her sixty-nine style with her hips over my face so that my mouth could work on her as well. Within a couple of minutes she was gone, grinding in my face, moaning around my dick, and the urge to be inside her overtook any pleasure I’d been getting with her mouth.

I had to be sure she was signing up for this because I knew that once I got started she was going to have to commit to what I was going to do to her. Sure I’d try to be tender, but I feared my inner animal would be unleashed purely because she’d been my fantasy girl for so long.

Repositioning myself to place her on her back again I stared at her intensely, her staring back at me. When she still looked relaxed I shook my head not quite believing we had actually arrived at us finally committing to exploring the feelings we had about each other.