I was sitting naked, wet and ready on his bed in front of him, and I had no chance to panic at being exposed like that, like I normally would do.
He straightened, a few flicks at his fly, and his pants were down.
He took his boxer briefs with them.
I had a millisecond to take in all that was Gabriel Stark, there was a lot (a whole lot), and all of it was beautiful (seriously beautiful), before his hands went under my arms, he hauled me deeper in bed, then his weight was on me and his mouth crashed back down on mine.
I went after him.
Everything I could touch, everything I could feel, everything I could taste.
I loved his rough, hairy legs scraping against mine, his furred chest teasing my nipples, his hard cock jabbing against the soft skin of my hip and thigh, the feel of his heated, silky skin over his rock-hard muscle, the dizzying array of swells and dips, planes and angles, the gentle grazing of his beard against my skin.
And he went after me the same way.
It was intense. It was consuming.
It was everything.
Eventually, he kissed and bit and licked his way between my legs.
Okay.
All right.
Yes.
He slung one over his broad shoulder, spread the other one wide (another yes), and no hesitation, went in with his mouth.
Now that was a fuck yes.
No, never.
Not ever was I going to let him shave that…fabulous…beard.
I cupped the back of his head, found purchase with my heel in his back, surged up and moaned.
Gabe went after me down there too.
And, oh yeah, he was good.
God, so…freaking…good.
He licked and ate and sucked, and then he used two fingers to spread me open to lick and eat and suck some more.
I was squirming. Whimpering.
Unravelling.
I was also close.
For sure sensing it (he couldn’t miss it with my wiggling and moaning), he kissed the side of my inner thigh and moved up over me.
I had no idea what possessed me, since I knew he knew I was ready—and man, was I ready—and I felt how ready he was—and he was super ready—but instead of going where Gabe was taking me, I planted a foot in the bed and rolled him.
“Baby,” he murmured, curling up as if to roll us back, but I slid down, my mouth between his bulging pecs, down, my tongue dragging through the pelt on his chest, down, trailing the thick black arrow of hair that guided me to my ultimate goal…and down.
I wrapped my hand around his big, thick dick.
