He sucks on his lower lip in thought. Then he stands and walks over to me. “And what if I wake up with a hard-on, which I very likely will?”
“I wouldn’t mind.” Not at all. I wouldn’t mind thatat all.
He steps even closer. “You’re saying you wouldn’t mind if you woke up wrapped in my arms, with my very big, very hard dick pressed against your ass?”
“Right now,” I breathe, “that is the only thing I want for Christmas.”
“Fuck, Darby.” He growls the words, and for a moment I worry I went too far. Then he scoops me up and tosses me onto the bed. “Let’s do this.”
He crawls after me and settles his body over mine. It’s been so long for me that I forgot how good it feels to have someone else’s weight pressing me down. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him even closer as he kisses me.
His work on the couch last night was outstanding, but it doesn’t come close to the experience of Gabe Dickenson stretched full-length against me as he tilts my chin up to devour me. His lips are firm, his tongue invading my mouth to tangle with mine. I hum my pleasure as he kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“You even taste like cherries,” he mutters, nudging my knee so he can slide between my legs. When he hears my quick intake of breath, he asks, “You good?”
“I’ll be better when we’re naked.”
A slow, delighted smile spreads across his face. “My absolutely filthy librarian.”
He works my skirt over my hips and strips off my tights. When he’s done, I lift myself up on my elbows to bite his earlobe, whispering, “Just so you know, I read a lot of erotica.”
He groans and thrusts against me, his cock rubbing against my clit through my underwear, making us both shiver.
“I’m going to touch you here, and then I’m going to lick you here, and then I’m going to make you scream. That okay?” He thrusts again, and I almost come on the spot.
“No screaming,” I gasp. “Otherwise, yes.”
He slants a wicked smile at me. “Oh, you’ll scream.”
And then he tries his damndest to make me. He moves back up my body, ghosting his mouth over mine but not quite touching my lips before running his tongue in a hot path down me neck to the deep vee of my sweater. He sucks on the skin there and groans when his hands find my breasts.
“Fuck, you’re soft.” He presses a kiss to my sternum and rubs my stiff nipples through my sweater and bra. Thank God it’s all thin material, but I want more. I want his handseverywhere.When I shift to pull the sweater off, though, he stops me.
“Are you kidding? Leave it on.”
He gives me another kiss through the material. “Been thinking about this forever.” He keeps traveling down to hook his fingers in my panties. “These have to go, though.”
My blood feels fizzy as he strips me bare and does what he promised, running his fingers along my slit and spreading the slippery wetness over my clit until I’m panting. His fingers are calloused, not at all like the men I’m used to having in my bed. And I can’t get enough. “Oh my God, Gabe.”
“Not done yet.” He slides his fingers down again, working two of them inside of me while his mouth descends. And then he takes his time. He takes his time licking me with long, slow sweeps of his tongue, pressed flat against me. He takes his time wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking. He takes his time, and he looks at me as he does it, his eyes hot on mine while he works me toward the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
And then I scream. Notloudly, but I definitely vocalize at a frequency best heard by dogs and small children.
“Gabriel Eugene Dickenson,” I pant afterward, “that was incredible.”
He crawls up and trails kisses along my jaw to my ear. “That’s not my middle name.”
I muster the strength to pat his shoulder. “I’ll guess right the next time.”
Then he collapses to the side with a groan.
“Condoms.”
I groan too. “I don’t have any. You?”
He shakes his head. Is it gentlemanly that he didn’t assume anything would happen this weekend, or kind of insulting? Either way, it’s going to keep us from getting laid. Unless…
“Be right back!”
