“I’m coming!” she wails, her climax overtaking her.
I’m not far behind. I pump once, then twice and come, shooting my load. I thrust a few more times, prolonging both our pleasure, then it’s too much. My legs are weak, so I pull her into my arms and fall to my back, her on top of my chest.
“Gabe,” she breathes, her hands still bound by my belt.
“Let me get that off you,” I tell her, reaching for the belt. Unstrapping it from around her wrists, I toss it off the bed. Taking her wrists in my hands, I soothe the skin with a gentle sweep of my thumbs.
Pulling her into my arms, I tuck her cheek under my chin. We lay there, both quiet. I want to talk to her, but I’m simply too tired to talk right now. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep.
Layla
Wow. Gabe just took it up a notch. Or should I say several notches. I’m not sure if he’s always been like this in the sack or if I’m just the one to bring it out in him. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m just happy I’m on the receiving end of his kinkiness. Each time just keeps getting better and better. Sleepy from the wine I drank and the orgasms Gabe gave me, I snuggle into his arms and close my eyes.
Gabe
I wake up to a tickle on my pec. Opening my eyes, I see Layla, her finger drawing circles around my nipple. Naughty woman.
“I’m gonna need more time,” I say with a low chuckle. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
She nods and snuggles into me instead, laying her cheek on my chest.
“I can hear your heart,” she says softly.
“I’m sure you can. It beats just for you.”
Instantly, she pushes herself up. “That is the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me.”
I blush a little. I can’t help it. I like making Layla happy. And, come to think of it, my ex and I were never like this together. We were so busy with work, life, and the kids, we never made time for each other. I like when Layla and I are together. It’s new and exciting. And genuine.
Layla grabs my hand and places my palm over her heart. I can feel the steady thump thump thump.
“You can feel my heart beating for you.”
Fuck, Layla is so damn sweet. “Layla,” I say, my throat getting thick.
Cupping her cheek, I lay my forehead against hers, basking in her sweetness. But, the issue of what comes next is still very much in the back of my mind. Is it too soon to ask about what comes next?
“Layla, can we talk?” I say, keeping my tone light. I don’t want her to get the wrong impression.
“Of course,” she replies, settling back against the pillows.
“As you probably know, we lost tonight.”
She nods and bites her lip just a little bit.
“And with that comes changes. The season is over.”
“Okay.”
“Which means I have to go back to Blue Valley, but then…”
Her face falls.
I give her a big smile, then haul her onto my lap. “But then that means I’m coming home to Chicago in a week or so. And we can finally be together.”
It takes her a moment, then it finally sinks in. We’ll finally be together in the same city.
“Oh, Gabe!” she happily cries, her booty grinding into my lap.
