I had a feeling that her fucking asshole ex was a hit it and quit it kind of guy. From what she’s told me about him, and how she reacted to my touch in Vegas, he fits the stereotype. Those guys are dickheads who never deserve a cool pillow. It’s baffling to me that you can be with someone like Gabi—warm and sweet and caring and strong—and not want to give her the world inside the bedroom and out.
Oh well. He wants to fuck up and fuck around? I’ll gladly take what he gave up.
“I’m all about making sure that you get everything you want,” I say, my hand trailing down the side of her face. “If you want it? Ask for it. Whatever you want to do, tell me. Or, if you don’t want to think, don’t know what you want, or in a case like tonight, are tired and want to turn your brain off and feel, then that’s what will happen. Let me take care of you.”
Her eyes somehow get a shade darker at my suggestion of option three. “You’ll… take care of me?”
You have no idea how I can take care of you…
I kneel down in front of her, making us more at eye level. “Have you ever had a night where it’s all about you? Where you just feel? Where you don’t have to think or ask or maneuver your way into a position for a hint of pleasure?”
She shakes her head. “Never. Besides… with you.”
I take her chin in my fingers, bringing her in a breath away from my lips. “And that’s how it’s always going to be.”
I lean in to kiss her one more time before standing us both up from the bed. She looks a little confused when I pull away, but doesn’t take her eyes off me as I kneel before her.
“First off, you have on way too many clothes,” I say as I unbutton her jeans before sliding them down her legs. I trail kisses on her stomach, and each of her thighs, as I take them down, purposefully ignoring the place I want to be so badly.
“That’s it. Step out of them. These too,” I direct, bringing down her lace panties next. I don’t know who invented lace, but I’m pretty sure it was created as a way to break down a man. “So fucking pretty.”
I stand up, kissing her perfect, luscious, body as I do. I squeeze her thighs, loving the thickness of them. I place open mouth kisses from her hips, across her stomach, to the other side, loving the sweet taste of her soft skin. I run my tongue around her naval, making her grab onto my shoulders as I feel the shiver go through her body. She lets those hands trail downmy chest as I stand up to reach behind her, unsnapping her bra with one flick of my fingers.
“You’re good at that,” she teases.
“Oh Gabrielle… you have no idea.”
I take her hand in mine as I walk us back to the bed, but not before opening up a bedside drawer. Gabi starts to say something but quickly swallows her words when I pull out a vibrator and not the condoms I think she thought I was getting.
I will. Later.
I adjust the pillows against the headboard, giving me something to rest against as I spread my legs, giving Gabi a perfect nest to sit in. “Come here gorgeous.”
She does as I say, but I see her eyes bouncing back and forth between the wand in my hand and my unwavering eyes.
“Have you ever used one of these?”
She nods and I look down to see her eyes double in size as I turn the vibrator on. “Yes. But not… with someone.”
I growl into her ear as I pull her into me. “I love giving you firsts.”
I’ve barely tapped her skin with the device and she’s already squirming in my hold. “I know this is out of your comfort zone. Something new. But lean into me. Feel everything. Try to turn your brain off. Forget about the bakery and orders and recipes. Forget about the last two years. Just think about here and now. Me and you.”
“Okay…”
Her whispered word in combination with her body’s reaction as she starts to feel the vibrator is making me regret not taking my jeans off before I climbed into bed. Then again, this is giving me an extra layer of protection to not abandon my plan and fuck her until she screams.
Again, I will. Just not yet.
“Like that?” I say as I slowly start letting it travel down her chest. I drag it across her chest before letting it roll over a nipple, making her body convulse under me. Her head is thrown back against my shoulder as I hit every place that I did minutes before with my lips. Her hips… across her navel… other hip… back to the navel before going down to the place I can tell she’s silently begging for.
“Or maybe like that?” The second the vibrations hit her clit, she nearly jumps out of my hold. “You like that gorgeous?”
She nods, her body squirming as much as it can as she’s encaged by my body. “Yes… yes… ”
“That’s my girl.”
I doubt that in a million guesses and in a million years, Gabi would’ve never thought coming back to my place would also include me using a vibrator to give her the first of many orgasms she’s going to have tonight. Many women don’t. Apparently, according to previous women who have gotten to dig into the drawer of fun times, men think using toys is a crutch. Or that they’re so good they don’t need them. But me? I’d never be naive enough to say I’m God’s gift to sex and that using toys makes me bad in bed. I subscribe to the motto of “double the pleasure, double the fun.” Plus, if there’s something that I can use on Gabi right now to not only get her out of her head, but make sure she has the hardest orgasm she’s ever had in her life? Then I’m going to use it until she begs me to stop.
