Oh… he likes to be in charge. I fake pout. The ache between my thighs is almost unbearable. “Please,” I beg. I don’t recognize my voice. I do not beg. But Gabe seems to bring out that side of me.
“Soon,” he murmurs, his fingers running down my skirt-clad hip. Finding the hem, he pushes it up, exposing my stockings.
“You wear these for me?”
I snort softly as he clutches me. “I didn’t even know you were going to still be here.”
He chuckles softly as his lips feather over my shoulder. “I like them, but they’re coming off,” he tells me, unzipping my skirt and pushing it down.
I step out of my skirt. “And my heels?”
“Leave them on.”
Palming my backside he pulls me against his hard, throbbing erection while he plunders my mouth once more. I could kiss Gabe all night…
“Bed, now,” he commands, guiding me.
As soon as my backside hits the bed, he’s pushing me to lay back. So I do. I might as well enjoy the view, because what a view it is!
He takes off his shoes and also removes my heels. Taking a stocking-clad leg in his large hands, he runs his fingers up the soft fabric, to the buckle. Unsnapping it, he rolls it down, kissing his way down my smooth leg, until he pulls it off. He does the same with the other leg. My pussy is aching and my clit is throbbing so badly that I’m about to go mad.
“Gabe!” I whimper as he kisses up my thigh, getting closer to what’s between them. But all he does is tease me. Only after he pays homage to my long, shapely legs does he remove the rest of my lingerie, leaving me bare.
Getting onto the bed, he spreads my legs. My pussy is positively weeping. It’s so wet, my slickness is glistening on my thighs. I’m about to close my legs, when he places his hands on my knees and pushes them open wider. Lowering his head between my legs, he licks my aching pussy, then sucks my hard, throbbing clit into his mouth. It feels so good, my hips arch off the bed.
He murmurs unintelligibly between my legs and the vibrations from his deep voice send tiny little lightning bolts of pleasure through me, centered in my clit. “Please!” I whimper sharply, begging to come.
He ignores my plea, sucking at my engorged clit. It’s so hard and throbbing, it’s almost painful. Need to come. And soon. Taking it up a notch, he gathers some of my slickness on his fingers, then pushes them inside me. Yes! Tunneling them in and out, he brings me to the edge.
“I’m so close?—”
But then he crooks his fingers and finds my G-spot and I go off like a bottle rocket, shooting to the stars, my climax burning through me. “Gabe!” I moan loudly, my pussy clamping around his deft fingers. I’m soaring high, and expect to come down off my orgasm cloud, when he keeps stimulating me, pushing into another one.
I orgasm again, and only once I’ve rode it out, do his magic fingers slip from my sopping-wet pussy. Breathing hard, I lay there and try to catch my breath. Once I do and the post-fog clears, I realize he hasn’t taken any pleasure for himself. It’s time to remedy that.
Gabe
I’ve brought this beauty to climax twice in a matter of minutes. And my dick isn’t thanking me. I’m hard and throbbing.
“My turn,” Layla says, getting to her knees on the bed as she faces me. I step up to her and she rids me of my pants and boxer briefs. My stiff, throbbing dick pops free, slapping my hard abs. I’m not a small man and neither is my dick. I see her eye my dick, sizing me up.
“Like what you see?” I tease.
“I do,” she answers, her voice husky, her hands gripping my shaft. My dick throbs in her grasp as she strokes me. God, her touch feels amazing. Bending over, she’s about to take me into her hot little mouth, but before she does, I stop her.
“Stick out your tongue,” I husk. She does what she’s told. Jacking my dick, I push out a stream of precum and let it drip onto her tongue. She laps it up. “Good girl.” She looks up at me, pleasure on her face. She likes this. “Now take me in your mouth.”
She opens wide, her lips a perfect O. I feed her my dick, inch by inch. As soon as I hit the back of her throat, she sucks me good. Oh, holy fucking shit! Her mouth feels amazing. Working my dick in and out of her pretty mouth, her cheeks hollow, her mouth full. Her eyes meet mine and I bring myself to the edge, then stop. I want to come in her pussy, not her mouth. Slipping from between her lips, I look down at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen. She looks so fucking hot like this. I can’t wait to see what she looks like when I’m inside her.
“One moment,” I murmur. I think I have a condom in my bag. “Fuck,” I say under my breath. I can’t find it. Which is laughable since I haven’t had sex in a long fucking time. Plus, I’m not some teenage boy, fumbling around in the dark. But it sure makes me feel like one. “Layla,” I say, turning to her. “I can’t find a condom.” I feel like a bit of a loser at the moment.
She looks concerned, then a smile crosses her face. “I got you covered.” She snickers, reaching for her bag. Of course she does. Thank God! “Here,” she says, handing me a familiar foil packet. I take it from her and suit up.
“Layla,” I moan, sinking between her lovely thighs.
“Gabe,” she breathes, her legs wrapped around my lean hips.
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur against her neck.
