It’s a miracle I don’t come at the sight of her.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Well, Bear, are you going to just stand there staring, or are you going to follow through? I want your tongue on me.” Hunger charges through me as I run my tongue across my lips, her eyes boring into mine.
“Beg,” I growl. “Beg for my tongue like the dirty girl you are.”
“Please, Bear. I want you to lick my pussy ‘til I come. I want your face buried between my thighs.”
I might’ve just died and gone to heaven.
Ridding myself of my pants, I get down on my knees and grip her thighs. Surprised, Mel tries to sit upright as I pull her body to the edge of the bed, her pussy at the perfect height to be devoured.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps as my tongue swirls through her swollen flesh. Head thrown back, she moans and grinds her hips against my face, coating me with her wetness.
She tastes absolutely divine.
I’ve never dreamt of having her this way, but now that I have, there will be no stopping me. I eat her out like it’s my life’s mission—and at this moment, it is. Reaching up her body, I toy with those pert nipples, rolling them between my fingers as my mouth continues to assault her clit. She begins to whimper and I can feel the tension building in her body as small spasms of pleasure pulse through her. Her pleading cries turn into moans begging me to send her over the edge.
“Gabe, please. I’m so close. Gabe.”
Her back is arched, hands fisting the sheets. A light sheen of sweat covers her body and I decide to end her torment. Sliding two fingers into her tight cunt, she screams. Her body immediately squeezing my finger, pleading for release. My tongue moves over her clit in light circles as my fingers work in and out of her. Her sounds become clipped, her chest heaving with her building orgasm.
“Don’t stop. God, Gabe, don’t stop.” She cries out my name as her body bows, her orgasm crashing through her. Her thighs clamp around my head as I continue to circle her clit with my tongue, fingers stilling inside her as her muscles pulse around me with her release.
That’s it, baby.
Giving her no time to recover, I lay my body over hers bringing my mouth to her neck to nibble on her skin. She glides her palms up the expanse of my back, cupping my head, and dragging my face to hers. So softly, she kisses me, and this kiss? This kiss steals the breath from my lungs. I push all my love for her into it, hoping for just a moment that she feels every ounce of it.
My cock is rock hard and ready. Planting my hands on either side of her, I line myself up with her entrance. Slowly, so slowly, I bury myself in her. Mel gasps as her muscles stretch to accommodate my size. That small sound threatens to pull my heart from my chest and I’d do anything to hear it again.
“You’re perfect, Sunny. So damn perfect.” Capturing her mouth again, I continue to push in and out of her tight body.
I choose to go slowly this time, committing this moment to memory. Our first time together was full of passion and lust, but this time is the embodiment of making love. Mel meets me thrust for thrust as I bottom out inside of her, making her moan. Her palms run down my back, cupping my ass as it flexes into her. Our eyes are locked on one another and even as pleasure threatens to close them, they never break. I could stare into those brown eyes for the rest of my life. Those swirling hues of amber and cinnamon eyes are captivating.
She’s about to come, her movements growing less fluid with each push and pull from her body. Her inner muscles clench around me in random spasms that make me hiss through my teeth.
“Come on, Mel. Be a good girl and come for me.”
Her breathing turns ragged and I feel her body explode around me, squeezing me tight. I can’t hold on much longer and after several more thrusts, I empty myself inside of her, her name on my lips.
I could make love to her forever.
Chapter 11
Melissa
The next week passes by in a blur. Gabe and I spend almost every night together, except for when he’s working a shift at the station. Part of me can’t believe that we’d never crossed the boundary of our friendship before—the raw chemistry between us is undeniable. What I thought I had with Kyle, that passion, is a drop in the bucket compared to what I have with Gabe.
The intimacy between us is unlike anything I’ve experienced. Gabe has known me for most of my life and I trust him implicitly. There is nothing I could say or do that would make him think less of me. The same goes for him. Like the other night; he turned somber after a seriously hot shower that had my legs feeling like jelly. Out of nowhere, he apologized for how he speaks to me when we have sex. I hadn’t thought anything other than how damn hot it was, but it seemed to bother him. My kind, respectful Gabe has a dirty mouth in bed, and I can’t get enough of it. It didn’t take much to assure him that I quite literally loved it—and to prove my point, I showed him just how much.
Christy and I managed to go to another pole dancing class and learned some more moves. It’s so much fun. I can’t believe we didn’t go sooner. It has affected my mentality in a way I never thought it could. After Kyle, I’ve been struggling a bit with my self-confidence. Don’t get me wrong, I know my worth, but when someone tears you down like that, the words burrow into your brain, refusing to leave. Dancing has always been a kind of therapy for me, and pole dancing is helping to mend what was recently broken.
Now, it’s Saturday night and I find myself at home. Alone. I attempted to do some cleaning, but as Everly teases, I don’t get much done aside from dancing. Gabe’s working a shift at the station, so there’s no chance that I’ll be seeing him tonight. He takes his job seriously and doesn’t usually look at his cell phone, but I figured I would give it a try.
Melissa:So…whatcha doing?
Gabriel:working
