“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes.” She grips the sides of the table so hard her knuckles whiten.
Unlike earlier, I don’t have the time to torture her, and she’s nearing her threshold for exhaustion. So, I give her what she wants, knowing it will push me over the edge with her.
I finger her until she cries out, a shuddering wave of pleasure rolling through her. She clenches around my fingers, squirting all over me for a second time tonight. It’s so fucking hot, I lose control.
My cock jerks, pulsing so violently, I have to slap a palm against the table to brace myself. Static fills my ears, and my vision darkens as I empty inside her, filling her up with what feels like a fuck-load of cum.
It takes us both a few minutes to recover, and when I do, I catch Gabi glancing over her shoulder, her heavy gaze on my cock that’s still wedged inside her.
“Good?” A hint of a smile ghosts over my face.
“So good.”
I slap her on the ass, and she yelps. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you home and put you to bed.”
“Tired?”I tilt Gabi’s chin up, eliciting a sleepy smile from her.
“Exhausted.” She yawns. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to move tomorrow.”
That pleases me to no end, even though it makes me an asshole because I know she has to be on the island tomorrow.
For the sake of time, I decide a shower is the best approach to clean her up. First, I peel off her clothes and set her on the counter while I flip off the light switch and get the water up to temperature.
I strip off my clothes, then return and scoop her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, her head collapsing on my chest, her body completely boneless.
When I step under the warm spray, she groans in relief. Her skin is chilled, despite having put her coat on for the return trip.
For a while, I just stand there with her in my arms, letting the heat soak into her muscles until I feel her starting to fade on me.
I set her on the shower bench, pausing before I let go of her completely. “Can you hold yourself up?”
“For a few minutes,” she answers softly.
I release her and grab her shampoo, popping the cap as I squirt some into my hand. No surprise it smells like cherries, and she recognizes that I chose the right bottle even though neither of us can see in here.
“You’re very comfortable moving around in the dark,” she observes.
“I’m used to it,” I answer vaguely, working the shampoo into a lather and massaging it into her hair.
She shivers a bit when I do that, so I draw it out longer than necessary before I grab the shower attachment and rinse it out. I work the conditioner into her hair next, leaving it to sit for a minute while I lather up some soap and start washing her body. As my palms glide over her breasts, her nipples scrape against my skin, and she lets out a breathless sound that goes straight to my cock.
I spend longer than necessary washing her there before venturing south, over her abdomen and down between her thighs. She whimpers when my fingers glide over her pussy, the sound half-pleasure, half-agony.
“Sore?”
“Yes,” she laments. “But if you want to keep going?—”
A dark laugh rolls through my chest. “Don’t tempt the beast in me, Gabriela. He’ll fuck you all night, and then you really won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Would you really?” She sounds fascinated by the idea.
“Yes. There’s no better feeling than sliding my bare cock inside you.”
A tremor shoots through her as she lets me toy with her for far longer than I should. But that same beast in me wants to leave her on the edge, so when I inevitably fuck her tomorrow, she’ll be aching for it.
“What’s the difference between the two of you?” she muses. “You and your alter ego?”
