When theyarrived at the pub, Gwen was grateful for the dimly-lit ambiancesince she didn’t think she could keep from tearing up much longer.From the moment they arrived, though, Crispin had made up for hisrecent insensitivity by fawning all over her. Not for a second, washe not touching or soothing her in one form or another.
“I do care about you,” he whispered in her ear at one point.“Very much… maybe even too much.”
Perhaps it wasthe wine and the desperate lilt to his voice, or maybe because hewas just so irresistible in his vulnerability, Gwen couldn’t stopthe giggle from escaping her.
“You laugh?” he said with mock indignation. But her smile onlybrought forth one of his own and he was glad she wasn’t sad. Noneof this was her fault.
“Oh, Crispin, you are such a contradiction.”
“That I am.”
After an hourof Crispin’s undivided attention, and unrelenting affection, Gwenwas about ready for anything with the seductive Goth. It was allshe could do to keep him from having his way with her in thesecluded booth in the back.
“I don’t know what to think,” Gwen said after they left therestaurant, her knees like jelly.
“Don’t think.” He shrugged, having had the forethought to stopin the shop on the corner for a bottle of red wine.
“I’m already looped from the wine at dinner,” she protestedwhen he snuck into the breakfast room and snatched a couple ofglasses. “You might take advantage.”
“Oh, come on,” he teased, rushing her into their room andlocking the door. He placed the bottle and glasses on the nighttable. Turning to her, he stalked her like a cat with its prey.“Tell me you don’t want me.”
“Oh, Crispin, I can’t.” She giggled when he caught her and shedher of her clothes, piece by piece, until she stood naked in frontof him. “You’re taking advantage of a woman under the influence ofalcohol.” Nervous, she wrapped her arms around herself.
Watching her,he couldn’t help but smile. When she blinked her bleary blue-greyeyes at him, he couldn’t keep away if he wanted to.
“Here’s the thing.” Picking her up under her butt, he pressedher bare back up against the wall and smiled at her inebriatedface. “While on this trip, I own you.” He nodded at her to drivethe point home. “No matter what, I own you. If I feel like fuckingyou, I will.”
“Right.” She giggled, resting her arms around his shoulders.“Since when?”
“Since you agreed to it, or have you forgotten?”
“Oh, right, this again, of course. I haven’t forgotten, MasterCrispin.”
“Much better. So, what do you say?”
“Does it matter?” she asked with a breathy whisper.
“Always…”
“Okay, then what are you waiting for?” She winked then added,“Make love to me, Master Crispin.”
“Cheeky monkey…” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her brow.Clearly, she was not letting up on her terminology for what theywere doing, no matter how he tried to swing it. Filled with an oddsense of hope, for whatever reason, he ran with it.
“Aren’t you going to tie me up?” She giggled when he playfullytossed her onto the bed.
“Want me to?” Reaching for his belt, he slowly undressed andquirked an eyebrow. When she shrugged shyly, he knew she did.“Right here on the bed, though, on your back. I don’t think you’resober enough to tie up to the door.” Taking his belt, he tugged herupright, wrapped it tight around her wrists and flung her onto herback. He then stood still as if in thought. “If I had the rightequipment, I would spread your legs apart and tie themdown.”
“We could pretend.” She quite eagerly spread her legs andwaited for his next move.
He couldn’tcontain the smile her boldness brought forth. The girl clearly didtrust him and that again gave him hope. “Hmm… as temptings as thatis… I have a better idea.”
Running bothhands over her flesh, he flipped her on her belly, causing her tosqueal in surprise. Unable to resist, he gave her ass a playfulslap to which she squealed yet again. He then positioned her headup by the pillows, lifted her upper body to rest on her elbows, herbound wrists in front of her. He next grabbed her hips and liftedher butt up in the air.
“Hey, what are you up to?” she asked, looking over hershoulder, suddenly unsure.
“Never you mind,” he said from behind, warming his hands on herass cheeks. He then feasted his eyes the gorgeous offering in frontof him. Unable to keep away, he knelt behind her, grabbed herthighs and spread them wide. Ready to claim her, he pressed hishard length against her with barely contained restraint.
By now, a nervous wreck, Gwen trembled with anticipation. Forall of a second, she feared he might be too rough.Would he just take her like this withoutany– “Oh, what are you…” The next thing shefelt was his face, his warm wet lips between her legs. On his back,with his arms looped around her hips, the crafty Goth had slid upunderneath her and was now torturing her with glorioussquirm-worthy inner thigh kisses. “Oh… so good.” Before long, hislips found their way to that most sensitive part of her body. Therehe worshipped her with his mouth, his lips, and his long elegantfingers. “Wow, that is…”
“Delicious,” he answered for her between relentless flicks ofhis tongue. “Addictive.”
Gwen had neverexperienced anything quite so intense as this. She so badly wantedto make it last but he was slaying her with each perfectly executeddrag of his hot tongue. And if that weren’t amazing enough, what hedid with his musician’s fingers was just unfair. She was aquivering hot mess, and before she saw it coming, she was hit withan orgasm so strong, she thought she might disintegrate.
So enthralledwas Crispin with his face in such a beautiful place, he couldn’tget enough. He’d had plenty of sex before, tasted many a lady, butnone as sweet as Gwen. He was sure, he could die happy right there.Death by drowning in juices so sweet would suit him just fine. Whatmore could he ask for? What more could he want? With that vision inmind, he pressed her down, squeezing the fleshy cheeks of her
