Gavin's thrusts grow erratic and more desperate as he tries to find release. He growls against my skin, low and rough, matching the feral noise coming from deep within him. And as I get dizzy, I am finding myself feeling grateful that there is no bed inside, or we've been found out at the intensity of our lovemaking.
"Oh god, Gavin..." I moan and bite my lips to stop myself from screaming. "Don't stop..."
