I took special note of that.
Once I filed that away, taking advantage, I positioned and bore down, filling myself with him.
I mewed loudly with how good that felt.
He clamped his hands on my hips as his head dug back into the pillow, exposing the long line of his strong throat and angle of his square jaw, sharing eloquently it felt good to him too.
So hot.
With the grip he had, I wasn’t sure if I rode him or if he fucked himself with me.
I just knew, whichever it was, I liked it.
I also knew when he was done because he went in with his thumb, did that thing he did on my clit, and I exploded.
Bouncing uncontrollably, I arched back into my orgasm.
When I was almost at its end, I was pulled off his dick, tossed onto the bed, my hips were jerked up, and he slammed in again, so I took him on my knees, cheek to the bed.
I did this until he reached out, grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and me up onto my hands, and that maneuver was so nasty and scrumptious, I came again, but this time, I did it with him.
He let my hair go and I collapsed as he held my hips with gentle hands and glided in and out through his aftermath.
Hot fuck.
Sweet ending.
All Gabe.
Finally, he pulled out, hooked me at the waist, dropped to his back and arranged me on top of him.
We were both still breathing heavily.
Even so, I managed to ask, “What’s that thing you do?”
“What thing?” he asked back.
“With your thumb.”
He didn’t answer.
I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked down at him like I could see him in the dark. (Oh, I forgot, mistake three: Gabe had the advantage of somehow being able to see in the dark.)
“Gabe?”
“Don’t question it. Just get off on it.”
Like I had a choice.
Worth a repeat, it was a miracle move.
Even so.
“Why won’t you tell me?”
I felt the warning it was when he wrapped his arms around me before saying, “Because I came up with it when I was with Ariana.”
I felt my brows draw together. “Ariana?”
