Before I could demand relief, he’d tugged my ass up higher, unsnapped my panties and pressed his mouth against my wet folds. He kissed me and nuzzled his face against me as he moaned. My desire increased tenfold until my legs trembled under the strain of holding still. I wanted to rub against him, but tried to refrain from behaving like the wild wanton woman I was. I wanted to press him down on the bed and ride him all night, but instead I fisted my hands in the blanket and purred as he licked along the length of my slit.
“I’ve dreamt of tasting you like this.” His husky whisper sent shivers up my spine as his hot breath tickled me. Gabe licked and nibbled on my sensitive flesh. No man had ever made me feel more desired than he did right then, when he made sounds of enjoyment, as he tasted me.
Pleasure coiled in my stomach. I clenched my fists tight and moaned as my orgasm built. The man had a sinful mouth. He’d obviously honed his skill on some lucky woman, but she wasn’t here anymore, and hadn’t been for a while, so I reveled in his talents.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my face. Let me taste your sweet cream.”
Tiny darts of sensation zipped through my body. From my breasts to my head, to my ass and my toes, every bit of my body trembled and tingled.
“Come for me. Come on me. I want to lick up your sweet cum, drink it from your delicious pussy. Come for me, baby.”
I buried my face in the blankets as my release swept over me. The sound of me screaming his name was muffled in the material, but I knew he heard it and liked it. A man who talked dirty and spanked would like his woman to be loud. If he kept pleasuring me this way I’d have no choice but to comply.
Gabe sucked and licked at my pussy while I lay there shaking as aftershocks rumbled through my body. My heart pounded fast and furious while I gasped for breath. Good? The man was a fucking god.
“Good girl.” He massaged my ass and leaned back, leaving me feeling even more horny than before. I still wanted him buried in me to the hilt, plunging his long cock in and out of me fast and hard.
I wanted to repay the favor by dropping to my knees before him, but before my body could register what my brain was telling it, I heard the sound of the condom wrapper opening and Gabe’s low moan.
His hands grabbed my hips and tugged me back to the edge of the bed. “Do you still want this?”
“Are you a heterosexual?”
Gabe chuckled and rubbed the tip of his cock against my soaked pussy. I moaned and pressed back against him, trying to draw him into me. When I was about to open my mouth and complain, he pushed the head of his cock in me and froze.
I gasped in pleasure then sighed in disappointment when he remained stationary. I wanted more, needed him to ease the hungry ache inside me. “Please, Gabe, please!”
“I love the way you beg, sweetheart. I want to hear it more often.”
“Anything, if you’ll just fuck me!”
His laugh sent a shiver up my spine, but his cock sliding deep into my core chased away those shivers and sent heat racing through me. As he pushed in deeper, stretching me, I realized how big he really was. I hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it, but he had a cock larger than the ones I was used to. He was even bigger than Andy my Handy Dandy Vibrator.
“Is that better, Irene?”
“Much!” I gasped when he pressed in even further. He didn’t stop until I felt his balls pressed against me.
“You’re so tight.”
“You’re so big!”
Gabe chuckled and rested his head on my back. “I wasn’t complaining, sweetheart.”
“Trust me, neither was I.”
“That’s good to know,” he said as he slowly slid out and then back inside me.
I bit my lip, trembling at the delicious sensation of his hard length impaling me. I pushed back against him, wanting more.
Over and over, he thrust into me and pulled out slow, just to ram that thick cock deep inside my pussy again.
“I can’t believe we waited so long to do this.” His words came out low and husky.
“It’s your fault. Pretending to be gay put a damper on the romance.” I turned my head to look at him. “My brother won’t kick your ass. He probably wanted us to get together.”
“I don’t want to talk about Sebastian right now.”
I smiled and buried my head in the blankets again. As if I’d angered him, he quickened his pace, thrusting faster and harder into my pussy. I fisted my hands in the bed covers and pushed back, meeting his thrusts and demanding more.
“You’re so hot, so tight and wet.” Gabe growled and tightened his hands on my hips.
Between his growls and thrusts, I was in heaven. Goosebumps broke out all over my flesh, followed by sweet tingles and anticipation as my orgasm built. It was a slow sweet build up, even though his actions were anything but sweet or slow. I’d wanted him for too long. So many nights had been spent fantasizing and dreaming about him and his delicious body. Now that I was getting to experience it all first hand it was almost overwhelming.
“Sweet, sweet, Irene.” His softly crooned words triggered an orgasm.
I screamed into the bedding, clenching my fists tight while my release shook through me. The world shattered around me, Gabe’s shout echoing in my ears. Even with the condom, I could feel his warm seed as he came with me. He cuddled me from behind and panted against my back. I enjoyed the sensation of his semi-hard cock still inside me, knowing that he’d been sated as thoroughly as me, even though I’d not done more than lie here and take what he wanted to give.
Gabe rose and disposed of the condom. My legs were weak, but I stood up and winced as my juices dripped down my legs. I didn’t realize Gabe had gone into the bathroom until he was kneeling in front of me, running a warm washcloth up and down my legs. When he rubbed it over my pussy, I nearly collapsed on top of him. He chuckled and caught me, then helped me back onto my bed.
“Sorry.” I don’t know why I was so embarrassed by my weakness, or the fact that I’d come hard enough to see stars and lose the strength to stand, but I was.
“What are you apologizing for, Irene?”
I looked up at him, the light from the bathroom casting enough illumination into the room that I could make out his features. “I don’t know.”
“Then don’t apologize. I like that I made you come so hard you can’t stand. My legs are pretty weak right now, too.”
“Yeah, but you’re standing.” I laughed and pointed at him.
“Only the thought of having you again is giving me strength to stand.”
My heart melted. I loved Gabe. I’d loved him for a while. His sexual preferences had kept me from admitting it before, but there was nothing to keep me from embarrassing myself with the words now. I prayed for strength to keep from blabbering all over him and confessing my love. I knew men. A confession would send him running far and fast.
“So are you saying you want me again so soon?”
“Yes.” He growled and wrapped his arms around me as he climbed in bed with me.
“Can you do it again this soon?”
“Why do you keep asking, woman? Yes, I want to make love to you again. If you think I can’t get it up again, feel the proof with your hand.” He took my hand and guided it to his hardening cock.
“I wonder if I’ll be able to keep up with you.”
Gabe chuckled and cupped my breast with his warm hand. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple as he nibbled on my neck. I snuggled against him and sighed. When he rubbed his hands over my body, I wanted to purr. The man was sexy as sin, and a considerate lover. What more could a girl ask for?
When he rolled on top of me and pinned me between his hard thighs and arms, my breath caught in my throat. His cock nudged against my stomach, jumpstarting my breathing as I quickly inhaled.
“You’re seriously ready for more!”
“Are you too tired or sore?”
“Sore?” I felt my eyebrows raise and tried not to snicker. “You aren’t that big.”
> I felt a sudden chill as he stiffened over me. “I was ramming into you pretty hard. I was afraid I might have hurt you.”
At a loss for words, I lay there debating my next words. Anything I might say at this point could and probably would be held against me, as the damning words I’d just said most definitely were.
“You know, I was just teasing when I said you weren’t that big…” I trailed off at his snort. “No, really. Your cock is quite impressive.” I slid my hands between us and wrapped my fingers around him. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been before. My insensitive words must have unmanned him. As I stroked him, his dick hardened, but his tense stance didn’t lessen.
“It’s obvious that I didn’t pleasure you, Irene. Why don’t you give me a chance to rectify that?”
“You satisfied me plenty, really.” I shivered remembering the orgasm that had shaken through me, rocking my world. “My legs are still numb.”
“Yeah, but not your tongue.”
“I can do plenty of amazing things with my tongue.”
“Later.” His harsh voice told me he was done listening to me. I didn’t know what else to say anyway. “Put your hands under your head.”
“Why?” I froze and rolled my eyes. Sometimes I just couldn’t help myself.
“You talk too much, Irene. Clasp your hands together and put them under your head. Keep them there.”
I obeyed as fast as I could. I’d finally caught the man. I didn’t want to lose him because he couldn’t take a joke. Even if it had been a lame one to begin with.
“Close your eyes.”
Like he could even see me in the dark. He shifted and then suddenly I was blinded. I squeaked and squeezed my eyes shut tight against the bright offending light.
“What the fuck?”
“If you’d just listened to me and shut your eyes you wouldn’t have hurt them. Not only that, but you still haven’t learned how to be quiet.”
I growled, but bit my lip.
“That’s better.”
I mumbled, but kept my lips tight. I wanted more of him.
“Perhaps if you said nicer things I’d let you talk. As it is your mouth is worse than a construction worker’s.”
He was really pushing my limits, but when his hands swiftly removed my nightie, and settled on my breasts, I didn’t really care. Thank God I’d bought it for the easy access. I grinned and opened my eyes. I squinted up at him. His eyes were focused on my breasts while he slid his thumbs around my nipples.
Gabe pinched them, tugging and plucking at my nipples, his focus never wavering. They were taut aching buds before he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over one. I almost arched off the bed at the sensual delight in that slight caress. He repeated it, and I squirmed. I’d thought I was wet and ready for more, but that was nothing compared to the moisture that soaked my pussy and the bed from his skillful manipulation of my breasts.
By the time he sucked my nipple into his mouth I was so aroused I actually had a small orgasm. And he’d only touched my breasts! A feat I’d never believed possible, and he didn’t tease me. Instead he continued to torment me, sucking on first one, then the other.
My nails dug into my palms from trying to keep them clenched tight and under my head. The desire to touch him was so strong I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.
“Please let me touch you.” I licked my lips when his baby blues met mine. I wanted to sink my hands in that thick blonde hair and guide him lower.
“Yes, you may touch me.”
I think I let out a whoop in pleasure judging by the goofy expression that crossed his face. I buried by hands in his hair and tugged him up for a kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and tried to roll him over, but he didn’t budge. Instead he deepened the kiss, pressing me deeper into the mattress. My breath fled and I lost all thought. All I could do was feel, taste and touch Gabe. Delicious Gabe. The one man who refused to let me dominate him. The man I loved without a doubt.
I think he knew the minute I surrendered. He growled and plundered my mouth fiercely, stealing my breath and making my heart race.
“I know you’re into kinky sex, but there’s something to be said for plain old missionary.” His eyes pinned me in a sexual haze.
“Nothing is plain or old about you, Gabe. Small, maybe, but not—”
He cut me off when he thrust into me. I cried out and wrapped my arms around him. I was soaking wet from desire and the orgasm he’d given me from playing with my breasts, so he slid in easily and buried deep in my pussy. He was damn good. Would I be able to walk away from him when we were done?
He cupped my face and kissed me as he began to slowly move inside me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on. I grabbed his shoulders and rocked to meet his gentle thrusts. Over and over his thick cock stroked inside my canal, stretching, filling me.
With each stroke my heart swelled and moisture dripped from my pussy. He felt so good, and made me feel complete. This was love making, not fucking. Did he realize what he was doing? I bit my lips to keep from begging him to take me hard and fast. I wanted this slow lovemaking, but was afraid I’d reveal my true feelings if he kept it up.
Gabe pressed gentle kisses on my neck and chest while he slid his hands down my sides to my waist. I lost myself in his gentle touches and kisses. Fisting my fingers in his hair again, I rose up to meet his thrusts, writhing under him.
“God, Gabe.” I panted as I tried to reach release. He’d built me up slowly, but I didn’t want slow. I never liked slow. I liked being in control.
My nails dug into his shoulders. He grunted, but didn’t voice a complaint. Instead, he slipped his hand in between us and stroked my clit. I shattered, coming so hard and fast I saw stars behind my tightly clenched eyes. Tremors racked my body and I made an inhuman crooning noise I’d never heard before. Jibberish words popped out of my mouth as he continued his slow deep thrusts and stroking my swollen clit.
Instead of finding relief in my release, I squirmed under him as Gabe kept my orgasm going. He played my body like he’d been born to pleasure me. I didn’t even know what I was saying. Words kept pulling free from me unheeded, and I didn’t care.
He must have liked what I was saying because he thrust harder and faster into me while still playing with my clit. I gasped for air as his invigorated assault on my body sent electrical charges shooting through me.
“Gabe,” I moaned his name like a chant and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. The sensations were so overwhelming I turned my head from side to side as the pressure built up deep within me again.
“Yes, baby. Come all over my cock. Drench me with your cream, Irene. Squeeze me hard.”
My eyes flew open in shock at his words. Pleasure hummed through me. I loved the way he’d just talked to me.
“Mmm. Squeeze me harder. I know I have a small dick but you can still feel it, can’t you?”
I choked as I tried to tell him he wasn’t small. He rammed in deep and sat there, rotating his hips and grinding against me. The feel of his hard length buried in me combined with the sensation of his balls and the fine hairs around the base of his shaft rubbing against me triggered another orgasm.
Tears poured down my face as I shuddered. He was going to kill me! I gasped for air while my inner muscles continued to clench around him, milking his cock.
“It’s not about the size, is it, Irene? It’s about how you work it. Isn’t that right, baby?” His deep sensual whisper combined with his erotic movements made me whimper as my muscles tightened even more around him. He pulled out halfway and slid back in slowly. When he repeated the action I grabbed onto him and wrapped my legs around him tight. I needed mercy. I need a chance to catch my breath. My body needed to come down from the orgasmic high before he sent me on another.
“Gabe, please,” I whimpered again as he pulled all the way out so his cock rested against my pussy.
“What, Irene? Please what?”
What? I stared at him confused. I w
anted him buried deep in me again. The loss I felt at his withdrawal made me feel cold and unloved. His harsh expression hurt.
“Please fuck me?” I tried.
His lips thinned. No! I’d pissed him off.
“Gabe, please.” I wriggled against him. “Just love me, please, please. I need you. I love you. Please, Gabe, please, please, please—”
His lips silenced me. His tongue plunged into my mouth at the same time his cock thrust into my pussy. I screamed into his mouth, rising up to meet his thrusts. Hard and fast, he rammed into my saturated pussy. I’d come so many times I didn’t think it was possible to come again. I was wrong.
He shouted my name and stiffened. I felt him come and shattered again. Gabe buried his face in my neck and pressed soft, wet, lingering kisses on my throat and collarbone before he captured my mouth again.
When he broke the kiss, he braced himself on his arms and looked down at me. His cock twitched inside me. Even though I knew he was softening, I wanted to keep the feeling as long as I could. I tightened my hands on him when he went to pull out.
Gabe paused and looked down at me. I finally focused on him and saw he’d worked up quite a sweat pleasuring me. His hair was damp, and a few rivulets of sweat dripped down his forehead. He panted as he looked at me.
“Not bad for a man with a small dick, huh.”
I choked. I would never live that teasing comment down. But if it inspired him to fuck me senseless, maybe I’d keep it up.
“It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Course I haven’t been laid in weeks. It might have been pent up sexual frustration. I think we should do it again.”
Gabe stared at me, and I tried to figure out why as my breathing slowly calmed and my heart stopped racing.
“Did you mean to say that? What you said earlier?”
“Say what?” I asked between shuddering breaths. Damn! Even a look from him stole my breath away.
“That you love me.”
I froze and looked up at him. I tried to gauge his reaction while I debated how to respond. I could be flippant and brush it off as something every woman said in the throes of passion. Fear lodged in my throat. It was now or never. He was worth the risk. If he didn’t feel the same, at least I’d tried. I had the rest of the trip to try and salvage our friendship.
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