“Or you’re filthy and I have nothing to do with it.”
He crawled over her, his thick hairy legs on either side of hers, the motion shoving her farther up the bed. She looped her arms around his neck as he stared down at her, his gaze heavy-lidded. His weight was perfect. “You have everything to do with it. You look good under me, by the way.”
She thrilled. “Do I?”
“Mmm.” He dipped his head and kissed her neck, then moved lower, over her breasts. “I want to eat all these apples,” he growled. She jumped at the first touch of his teeth through the fabric. He carefully bit each tiny apple. She whimpered when he lifted his head, though he made soothing noises.
Gabe moved down her stomach, and farther, until he was between her legs. He used two fingers to move the fabric of her bikini bottoms aside, and then his tongue was sliding over her, wet, hot. She clutched his hair in her hands, hoping she wasn’t hurting him. He paused to pull the tie out of his hair and let it loose, so she assumed not.
His tongue stroked her clit and she inhaled. She’d never had anyone do this to her before. One boyfriend had been firmly opposed to oral sex while she’d denied the other one.
Why had she denied the other one? She wasn’t sure now, because this might be her new favorite thing. His lips surrounded her clit and sucked and her legs trembled. As if he knew she needed the support, his big hands cradled her ass and held her tighter against his mouth.
She looked down her body. Her top was wet from his mouth, the white almost see-through, her nipples visible, the red apples garish now. She ran her fingers through the dark mass of his hair, tightening when she felt his thumb sliding along the crease of her ass. He moaned, the reverberation sliding right up her spine. “I like this,” she gasped. “Ilikelike it. FYI.”
His laugh made her clutch him even closer. He settled into an easy rhythm of sucking her clit, his finger fucking her. The coil inside her tightened more and more, and she tossed, though he controlled her easily.
Just when she was ready to cry, desperate for release, he scraped the stubble on his chin over her clitoris. The rough contact was all she needed to detonate. Before she was even done coming, he lurched over her. She slitted her eyes open when she heard foil rustle. She was glad he was being so responsible, because she could barely move.
Though she did gasp when he rammed inside, his hips forcing her thighs wider.
His big hand covered her mouth, cutting off the sound. “Shhh,” he whispered. “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? Hear how I’m fucking you?”
Her moan this time was muffled, and helpless. The window was closed. No one would hear them. But the dark fantasy his words spun made heat curdle inside her again.
His hips picked up speed. “They’d hear how hungry you are for cock,” he continued, still in that low voice meant for her ears only. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
She nodded frantically, fearful he would stop if she didn’t answer.
“Whose cock are you hungry for?”
He released her so she could answer. “Yours.”
“My what.” His breath tickled her ear.
“Your cock.”
He thrust harder. He rose up on his elbows and watched her breasts jiggle with every movement of his body. “You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” she breathed, and wrapped her hands around his forearms.
He gave a half-laugh and bent down. She thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he went for her breasts, shoving the cups aside and licking her nipples. She clenched on his cock harder. His touch turned gentle, sucking on her. “Can you come again? With me fucking you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, let’s find out.” His fingers slipped down her body and plucked her clit. Her breath came faster, her body heating not just from his penis, but from his hot gaze on every inch of her. There was no part of her that didn’t seem to turn him on, and that turned her on.
“Come for me. Again.” He adjusted his grip on her leg, pushing it up so he was hitting some new magical spot every time he bottomed out. Her cries rose in volume and frequency and he didn’t attempt to stifle them this time.
His body hammered into hers, and she knew he didn’t have long. Her toes curled and she came with a long moan. He froze, the heat rising off of him in waves, and then he shuddered in her arms.
She hoped he’d rest on top of her for a while, but he rolled right off as soon as he was finished, his chest moving up and down with the force of his breaths. Her swimsuit was bunched uncomfortably. She pulled the crotch back into place, and tidied the cups of her top.
She looked at him, and gently scooched closer. He made no move to embrace her, and she bit her lip, looking him over.
You don’t need him to cuddle you.
No, she didn’t, but she wanted him to cuddle her. Difference.
