Gavin's style, slow and steady

Gavin broke the kiss gently, seeing Heather's head cocked back and eyes closed. A grin spread across her face, giggling "Good answer, loverboy..." He smiled and came back to her, and the making out soon escalated.

Gavin hovered over her as she laid down on the bed. Her dark hair splayed behind her, shining in the beams of the high afternoon sun. Like snakes, her arms slipped around his shoulders and constricting him closer. With a permanent smile, she admired his unique muscle tone as he sank to her, with quite defined arms and shoulders but little chest development. That wasn't necessary though, pecs aren't required to hold on to her as he had her away with her.

Heather blinked. Oh my, getting ahead of myself.

Gavin's lips were on hers again, and her tongue joined the fray soon after. He comfortably offered his own to her delight, and together they shared their first deep kiss. Gavin's hands had been gripping her ribcage, but one decided that migrating north was a lovely idea, and happily bumped into one of Heather's naked mountains under her shirt. Her kiss became more needy as Gavin plied her breasts, deliberately switching from one to the other to ensure no favoritism existed. Gavin's heart pounded as he palmed his first female nipple, which made Heather groan into his throat.

"You surprise me, loverboy," Heather mewled, breaking their kiss. Gavin slipped below her jaw and attacked her neck. "I thought you were a virgin. Mmm, you must have some secret harem or something somewhere."

"No," Gavin croaked, meeting her eyes again. "Just... imagination..."

"Some imagination... So full of secrets you are." Heather retrieved a hand to probe down his chest and past his stomach. Gavin sucked air through his teeth when she found her discovery, long and swollen barely confined by his shorts. Heather gaped at his length, scooting her palm along every inch. "Ah, oh... big secrets. Naughty boy, you know it's not nice to keep this to yourself."

Gavin bit his lip, struggling to contain himself. Heather's on my cock, Heather's on my cock, Heather's fucking on my cock, shouted his mind. Her hand then reached his sensitive tip, and he gargled as she slid across its ballooned underside.

"Nothing to say?" she teased.

"Fuck," Gavin released the word.

"There's that, but now?"

"N-No." As much as he hated himself in doing it, he produced a shaky hand and moved her hand away from his crotch. "Y-You first." With that, he descended, tugging at her shorts.

"Oh..." Heather remarked. She helped him slip them past her knee, then delighted herself with Gavin's reaction to her commando state. That passed quickly though, as he descended between her elevated legs, inching closer to her wet entrance. "Oh, loverboy..."