He watches me from under the water, soaping his body as I dry myself with a fluffy towel.
I toss my head forward and wrap my hair in a towel, wriggling my arse at him as I do, and then straighten. His laughing growl sends a hot pulse to my sex. “You have the sexiest fucking arse I’ve ever seen,” he says as I smile at him over my shoulder. He kills the water, stare holding mine. “Now get on my bed.”
His bed is massive. I’m crawling onto it, my skin flushed with anticipation, when strong hands grab my hips, and a hot tongue slides up over my folds, dipping into me.
I moan my approval, and Gibbo flips me onto my back, spreading my thighs wide with those same strong hands. He takes possession of my sex with his mouth again, worshippingmy clit before moving up my body and feasting on one breast and then the other. I arch beneath him, and he sinks two fingers into me, drawing harder on my nipple.
I claw at his back, pleasure arching my spine more. “Yes…” The word bursts from me in a rough gasp. “Yes.”
He releases my nipple with a pop and gazes down into my eyes. “With or without a condom? I’m clean. I promise.”
My heart smashes into my throat, and I utter the truest words I’ve ever spoken. “I trust you, Tony Gibson. And I want to feelyouinside me.”
His stare locks with mine, and I swear my heart is smashing so hard the air is vibrating. “You have no fucking clue how glad I am I went looking for bacon tonight,” he murmurs before he slowly sinks his thick, hard length into me.
Pleasure spreads through me, a fire of sensations that steals my breath and arches my spine. I claw at his shoulders, and he buries his face in the side of my neck, his lips hot on my skin, his cock stretching me, filling me, propelling me to the precipice.
We move together, my thighs framing his hips, his hands working my body, touching me, stroking me in all the right places in all the right ways. Until his name bursts from me in a raw cry, and my orgasm detonates, unmaking me.
He erupts at the same time, his thrusts wild, erratic, his breaths the same. He lifts his head and gazes down into my eyes, and I’ve never had anyone see me,trulysee me, like I know Gibbo is.
It shakes me to my very core, and I close my eyes, riding the waves of my climax, lost to the pleasure he’s awakened in me.
Many heartbeats later, both our bodies still, he brushes a strand of hair from my cheek and lets out a low chuckle. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”
I smile, reveling in the sensation of his length still embedded in me. “Happy… How old are you?”
“Thirty-seven.” He searches my eyes. “Probably an old fart compared to you.”
I shrug, my boobs rubbing against his chest. “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.”
He laughs, and something warm and profound curls through me. “Very deep. Can I quote you on that?”
“Mark Twain.” I wriggle beneath him and lock my ankles behind the small of his back. I don’t want to think about our age difference. Twelve years is inconsequential. I only want to think about how incredible he is and how much I like him. How safe and wonderful I feel with him. “Do you think you could make love to me again without withdrawing now?”
His nostrils flare. “Challenge accepted.”
He does.
Twice.
I’m in the shower, spent and thoroughly sated, when he pops his head into the bathroom. “I know it’s three a.m., but would you like anything to eat? Ham and cheese toastie? Cheese platter?” He grins. “Personally, I could really go for some milk and cookies?”
“Do you dunk them?” I ask, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.
“Of course.”
Could he be any more perfect?
Chapter Nine
Gibbo
The raucous laugh of a kookaburra wakes me. That and the pale dawn sun being a Peeping Tom through my bedroom window. Tucked into my body, naked and soft and warm, Sami sleeps, undisturbed by either.
Concentrated joy rolls through me, a blaze of hopes and dreams I’m too afraid to analyze.
You want her in your life, Gibbo. So suck it up and analyze.
