Then of course there’s the sex. I never knew I could actually have multiple orgasms. I used to struggle with singular. Turns out it wasn’t a me issue. I wish I knew that years ago—it would’ve saved me over a decade of frustration and self-defeating thoughts wondering what was wrong with me when it came to sex with Justin. Newsflash: There was nothing wrong with me.
I’ve discovered I really enjoy reverse cowgirl, too. It’s fun. Turns out, youdolearn new things every day.
I’d heard that second trimester hormones were a real thing. That my sex drive was going to go way up. So I don’t know if these thoughts are because of those, or because of how ridiculously sexy Maddox looks in bed eating popcorn.
I’m gonna say it’s about fifty-fifty.
“Can I have a piece,” I say as I crawl over to him.
“Gladly.” He places one delicious bite on my tongue, and I swear his eyes dilate even more when I close my lips around his fingers before pulling slightly away from him.
“Mmm.” I make sure to over exaggerate the noise, and by the swallow of his throat, I’m pretty sure it did the trick. “Now…is there anything else you want to feed me?”
Popcorn kernels go flying through the air as he throws the bag off the bed, rolling me over to straddle me, each of his hands holding my wrists above my head. My laughter is quickly swallowed by his mouth crashing into mine, kissing me like he hasn’t in days instead of hours.
“Does my gorgeous girl want my cock?” he asks as he inches away the barest amount..
I lick my lips, knowing what I need. “Yes please.”
“I love how you ask so nicely.” Maddox rolls us over, taking my chin in his fingers to give me one more soft, yet charged, kiss. “Take me in that sweet mouth Gabrielle.”
He lifts up his hips so I can pull down his pants, and luckily for me, Maddox conveniently forgot about his boxer briefs when putting on his fuck-me sweats.
I can’t hold my moan as his cock springs free, my hand starting to stroke his length as I lick my lips. Except when I lean forward, ready to lick the precum from his tip, his hands cup my face, stopping my movement.
“Is there a problem?”
He smiles at my playful words. “Never gorgeous. But you’re forgetting something.”
“And what would that be?”
His hands trail down to my shoulders. “Shirt off. I want to feel those tits against me as you take me down your throat.”
Never, and I mean never, did I think I was the kind of woman who would respond, or even get turned on, by a dirty mouth. Yet here I am, sitting up to strip off a T-shirt like I’m under a spell.
“That’s it,” he says, giving himself a few strokes as I take my time, slowly pulling the fabric over my body. “Are you going to let me fuck them later?”
I smile as I squeeze them together, knowing—and feeling—how much it turns him on. “Possibly. But I get to have my fun first.”
“Please do,” he says as he lays back. “Show me how much you want me.”
I don’t waste another second. Lowering my body to his, I slowly, yet ever so deliberately, lick his cock from root to tip. I know Maddox loves it—the noises he makes when I do it are addicting to hear—so I make sure to start off with that every time.
And that has turned into quite a few times.
That’s come as a bit of a shock to me, to be honest. Blow jobs with my ex were always more of a chore than mutual foreplay. A way for him to get pleasure that was never reciprocated. A means to an end so he could get off quickly and have an excuse to not have sex with me.
But with Maddox? I would suck this man’s dick every morning, and every night. And if he came into the bakery in the middle of the rush and asked for it, I’d put up a temporarily closed sign.
The difference? Maddox. How he holds my face while I do it—reverently, not controlling. How he’s always touching me, making sure I know he’s in the moment with me, not just lying back and reaping the pleasure. How he’ll whisper dirty and delicious words to me, or sweet ones that turn me on just as much. But it’s also knowing that no matter how it ends—because sometimes he refuses to finish in my mouth—what I just did to him will pale in comparison to what he’s going to give back to me.
And that’s what comes with being with a secure and giving man.
“Look at me. Let me look into those eyes as you’re sucking my cock.”
I do as he says, loving how each of us are still in control in our own ways. When Maddox and I were together in Vegas, I honestly thought the brazen and bold woman I’d turned into was just a product of the night. But the more I’m with him, and the more we learn every little thing each of us likes, the more confident I am in myself.
I’ve realized that Vegas Gabi was actually me, I just didn’t know it yet.
