“So, about this apology …” I tease, pointing at my now very wet, very empty and very needy pussy. “I think you'd better get to it,Mr. President.”
Without warning, he is on me. With one of my legs draped over his shoulder and the other pinned to the bed by his hand, Gabe gets down to business. The feel of his tongue swirling around my clit has my head falling back against the headboard and my eyes rolling back into my head.
God, he’s good at this. So fucking good.
I owe Sadie a thank-you card and a kiss for this suggestion.
“You’re in your head,” Gabe’s gruff voice says, and it’s then I notice his mouth is no longer moving where I want it to be but speaking instead.
“Why are you talking? It’s rude to speak with your mouth full,” I reprimand, fighting not to laugh at the look he’s giving me from between my thighs. “Do I need to take care of myself?”
The slap to my thigh comes swiftly and unexpectedly. “Touch my pussy without permission again and I’ll have your ass, and I don’t mean spanking.” The expectant brow and dare-you-to-argue glare have me shutting up quickly.
Gabe’s tongue returns to its rightful place and begins fluttering between my folds, coaxing a moan from deep within my chest. His tongue is a magical thing. It's branding and claiming me. Everything else fades away with each stroke, lick, and suck of his mouth. I’m getting closer and closer to falling over the edge. I groan and whimper, moaning his name, but Gabe doesn’t let up. He doesn’t stop his assault.
My legs tremble as Gabe thrusts two fingers inside me, pumping and thrusting, hitting that perfect spot. I scream his name as my climax crashes over me. I think he’s done when he slows his rhythm and kisses my inner thigh, but I’m wrong.So wrong.
Gabe continues his onslaught on my pussy, wringing three more very powerful, mind-blowing, spine-tingling orgasms from me.
Grabbing both my ankles, Gabe drags me down the bed, shoving my knees open, and drives himself deep. He’s rocking and driving hard into me. He places one hand under my ass and lifts, giving him an even deeper angle. His other hand is planted next to my head, and his mouth is currently playing with my nipple, his teeth scraping the tip, sending shots of lightning through my core.
I arch up, meeting him thrust for thrust, tilting my hips against him, giving us both that little extra grind. It feels amazing.Hefeels amazing.
“Gabe …”
“I got you, Vixen. Hold on just a little longer for me. We’re almost there,” he grunts between thrusts. Then, with that magical mouth, he latches onto the opposite nipple, suckinghard while flicking with his tongue. I swear I feel the same flutter of his tongue like a ghost on my clit.
I tighten my muscles, gripping Gabe’s cock, causing a hitch in his rhythm. Gabe pauses to glare at me. “Oh, fuck. Do that again,” he demands, and I do as he asks.
He slows his pace, watching me intently. He swivels his hips, grinding down as I thrust up. I moan, scratching his back with my nails. Gabe hisses a curse, then picks up his pace again.
“Honey,” I moan. “I need to …”
“I got you. Just … hold … on.” He picks up his pace, grinding his hips hard against me, bottoming out. I’m gritting my teeth, digging my nails into the skin of his back. I come with a scream, but Gabe doesn’t let up. He keeps his pace, drawing out another orgasm.
He wraps one arm under my shoulder, anchoring me to him. His other hand is still under my ass as he grunts and thrusts harder, curling himself around me. With one final pump of his hips, he spills his release inside me, wringing one last orgasm from my now sweaty, limp body.
Gabe places a soft kiss on my lips and another on my nose, then leans his forehead against mine. “How’s that for a fucking apology?” he says smugly. We’re both panting, sweaty messes. Sated and smiling like fools. But of course, I can’t let him think he’s won just yet. After all, I promised Sadie I would make him earn it.
“It was a good first round,” I tease with a smile.
“First … all right. Challenge accepted!” Gabe rolls us over, keeping our bodies connected and placing me on top of him. I know my hair must be an absolute mess, and there’s no doubt people have noticed we’re missing, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“Move those hips, Linzie. I want to feel you grinding down on me.” His hand comes down and slaps my ass hard, and Istart moving. “We’ve got another apology to get to, and we’re not stopping until you’re good and satisfied.”
Oh, shit.
Thirty minutes and another round later, we’re cuddled up together on the bed catching our breath and enjoying the moment when I suddenly remember something. “Shit! Gabriel, you’re missing your daughter’s reception. We need to get you back out there.” I start to shuffle off the bed, but Gabe grabs me, tossing me down on my back. I’m staring up at his smug smiling face.
“We’re not missing anything except maybe food,” he says, kissing my neck and doing a fantastic job of distracting me. “Besides, I’m pretty sure this is exactly what those girls had planned to happen anyway with putting you in that dress.”
“They did nothing of the sort.” I try to get the words out without laughing, but my smile breaks, and he knows I’m lying.
“You were in on it too, huh?” he says, pretending to be shocked. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble to get me into bed with you, woman. I would’ve happily fucked you ten ways from Friday. All you had to do was ask.”
I don’t like what he’s just said, and he must realize it because he grips my chin, not letting me look away. “I’m playing with you, Linz.” I nod, but my chest still feels tight.
Did I just fall under his spell again? Was this all just another …
