It was fabulous having a wise boyfriend.
I saved my work and shut my laptop.
Gabe gave me a smile.
Worth it.
He took his beer and himself to the couch.
He sat in it, all man, one arm along the back, legs sprawled wide.
Seeing him in that position, I flashed on a memory, my mind liked that memory, so my body moved with a mission.
I headed his way, he looked from the TV to me, started to adjust to let me in to get to the lounge side of the couch, but I received his hyper-focused attention when I ordered, “Don’t move.”
He settled back in.
And he watched as I hitched a leg over his knee, then the other one, and I settled on the floor between his spread legs.
“Baby,” he murmured.
I looked up at him as I lifted his tee to expose his ridged abs.
His eyes went hooded.
Oh yeah.
Encouraged by that, I kissed his skin and licked a line across the waistband of his jeans.
He opened his legs wider and slouched deeper into the couch.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
I cupped his junk, got off on his soft growl and undid the top button.
Dragging hard against the line of his stiff cock in his pants with my finger, I undid his fly with the other hand.
Gabe slouched further.
Tugging his briefs down just enough to give me access, I pulled his dick free and looked up at him.
He was taking a pull from his beer, but his eyes were aimed around it at me.
God.
So, so, so, so, sooooooo…
Hot.
To express my gratitude for how hot that was, I put my lips to the tip of his cock and took him deep.
“Fuck, baby,” Gabe groaned.
Oh yeah.
So, soooooooo hot.
