“Like this robe,” Gabe said low.
“I’m getting that,” I husked.
Gabe hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh.
So, obviously, I put more effort into keeping my legs underneath me as I began to pant and briefly considered not going to work at all.
He smoothed a hand over my ass before his gaze left that area and came to the mirror, but not to my eyes, seeing as one of his hands was tracking over my hip to my belly while the other one was reaching to open my robe to expose my tits, and as such, he instead had his gaze to my body.
Oh God.
A gust of breath rushed out of me, even though he did what I thought he was going to do—one hand going down to play with my clit, the other one cupping my breast, fingers pinching my nipple.
My head fell back.
Gabe said nothing, and I said nothing as he toyed with me in the bathroom.
No, not true.
I said no intelligible words, but I did make utterances.
A lot of them.
He worked me and he worked me while I trembled in his hold and let him.
Until he slid one long finger inside me.
I moaned.
He slid it out only to go back in with two.
Oh God, yes.
“Nice and slick,” he rumbled in my ear.
I quivered.
He finger fucked me as he took his hand from my breast, worked his fly, then his fingers were gone, and he grunted, “Brace, baby. I’m primed from our shower, so you’re about take a serious fucking.”
No hesitation, I put my hands to the bathroom counter.
Gabe positioned his hard cock and drove in.
Taking him, my head flew back, colliding with his shoulder since he’d bent over me, and I felt his labored breathing against my neck along with the scrape of his beard (a heady combo) as he fastened an arm around my hips to hold me steady and went back to torturing my nipple (though, equal opportunity, he went after the other one this time).
I rocked with him as he fucked me hard against my bathroom vanity, only once having the wherewithal to open my eyes and watch how unbelievably fucking hot we were—me partially exposed, the robe having fallen down one shoulder, Gabe’s dark head at my neck, my red-gold hair intermingled with his close-cropped black and that thick beard, his strong, veined arms holding me, and I could see a hint of his thick, glossy dick driving into me.
Oh yeah.
We were unbelievably hot.
The effort he was putting into it became audible, his grunts mixing with my mews and the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing in the tiny bathroom.
They were primal sounds, and in that moment, I thought they were beautiful.
“Gabe,” I gasped, right before it was about to happen.
He moved his arm at my hips so he could go at my clit with his finger, he did his miracle move, and I came apart.
