Chapter 114 Feast
Melissa’s POV
“Good girl.”
The words hung in the air, thick with promise. Gavin’s eyes darkened as he lifted me higher on the table, spreading my legs wider with his strong hands. The cool wood pressed against my back, but I barely felt it…his gaze burned hotter than anything else in the room.
He stepped back just enough to rake his eyes over me, from my flushed cheeks down to my heaving chest, lingering on the curve of my hips, the tremble in my thighs. He looked at me like I was a meal laid out for him. Like something decadent and forbidden he’d been starving for. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and a low growl rumbled from his chest.
“Look at you, piccola,” he murmured, voice rough with hunger. “Spread out like a feast. All mine to devour.”
“Dio mio, piccola… sei una meraviglia che non dovrebbe esistere.”
(My God, little one… you’re a wonder that shouldn’t even exist.)
“What does that mean Gavin?”
Instead of answering he just stared at me . I shivered under that stare, my body responding without permission. Heat pooled between my legs, and I felt myself pulse…literally throbbing with need, slick and ready. He noticed, of course. His nostrils flared, like he could scent my arousal.
He leaned down slowly, starting at my inner thigh. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, then sank in…not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make me gasp. A sharp bite that sent sparks shooting straight to my pussy. I arched off the table, but he held me down with one firm hand on my hip.
“Gavin…”
He soothed the bite with his tongue, lapping at the mark he’d left. Then he moved lower, trailing kisses down my calf until he reached my foot. His mouth closed around my big toe, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling like he was savoring every inch. It was filthy, intimate, and it made my toes curl in his grip. A moan escaped me as the sensation zipped up my leg, intensifying the ache between my thighs.
But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
“Stay right there,” he commanded, straightening up. He disappeared through the kitchen doors at the far end of the restaurant.
I lay there, exposed and panting, wondering what he was doing. My pussy clenched again, pulsing with anticipation. The air felt too heavy, too charged. I wanted to touch myself, to ease the building pressure, but something in his voice told me to wait.
He returned moments later, with a small jar of honey in his hand…,probably swiped from the chef’s pantry. He unscrewed the lid with a wicked grin, dipping two fingers into the sticky sweetness.
“Let’s make this even sweeter,” he said, his voice a dark promise.
He drizzled it over me…starting at my breasts, letting it trail down my stomach in slow, warm rivulets, then lower, coating my thighs and finally pooling right over my center. The honey was cool at first, then warmed against my heated skin. It dripped everywhere, making me glisten under the dim lights.
Gavin set the jar aside and lowered his head. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the honey on my breast…long, flat strokes that cleaned every drop while teasing my nipple into a hard peak. I whimpered, my hands fisting the tablecloth.
He moved downward, following the trail. Lapping, sucking, devouring. When he reached my core, his mouth hovered for a torturous second before he dove in. His tongue lapped at the honey mixed with my own wetness…greedy, insistent strokes that had me seeing stars. Heaven. Pure heaven. My vision blurred, pleasure crashing over me in waves.
“Oh God, Gavin…yes!”
He didn’t stop. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he lapped harder, his tongue delving inside, swirling, sucking like a man possessed. Lost in me. I bucked against his face, but he held me steady, his strength unyielding.
Then he flipped me. Strong arms turned me onto my stomach, my cheek pressed against the table, ass in the air. I gasped at the sudden shift, but before I could process, his mouth was there again…lapping at the honey that had dripped down my back, then lower. His tongue traced the curve of my ass, dipping between my cheeks in a way that made my whole body tense and then melt.
He lapped at my asshole, rimming me with bold, wet strokes that had me screaming. “Gavin! Fuck…please!”
My hands reached back instinctively, trying to grab at him, to steady myself, but he caught them. Pinned them to the small of my back with one large hand. “No touching, piccola. Just feel.”
He sucked harder, like a madman finally unleashed…tongue thrusting, lips pulling, devouring every sticky inch. I screamed again, the sound echoing off the empty walls. The pleasure bordered on pain, it was too intense, too much, but I didn’t want it to stop. My body shook, another pulse ripping through me as I teetered on the edge.
I could hear him now…his breaths ragged, a low groan vibrating against my skin. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw the strain in his pants. His cock strained against the fabric, the wet spot from his precum making the boxers cling to his thigh, outlining every thick inch. He was leaking for me.
He couldn’t take it anymore. I saw the moment his eyes darkened.
With a curse, he straightened, yanking down his pants just enough to free himself. His cock sprang out, hard and veined, the tip slick and angry-red. He grabbed the leftover honey, smearing a bit on himself for lube, then lined up pressing against my ass.
“Relax for me,” he growled, one hand stroking my back soothingly while the other guided him. “You can take it. My good girl.”
I nodded, breathless, pushing back slightly as he eased in…slow at first, the stretch burning in the best way. Inch by inch, until he was buried deep. We both groaned, the fullness overwhelming.
Then he moved. Slow thrusts building to something feral, his hips slamming against me as he claimed every part of me. His free hand slipped around to rub my clit, honey-slick fingers driving me higher.
I shattered first…screaming his name as the orgasm tore through me, clenching around him.
He followed with a roar, spilling deep inside, collapsing over me in a sweaty, satisfied heap.