She gives me a quizzical look. “I’m going to walk us over the couch.” She nods, tightening her hold on me.
Carefully, I walk us over to the couch, only slightly tripping on my jeans once we’re in front of the couch. Playfully, I turn and fall onto it, my bare ass hitting the cushions, Layla’s legs still wrapped around me.
“Made it,” I murmur. She smiles, then burrows into my chest.
I’m still inside her. I don’t think either one of us wants to break the connection, so we stay like that for a bit, only separating once we’re ready.
“Oh, uh,” she mutters as she gets off my lap, our cum spilling out and sliding down her thighs. Some of it even drips onto my thighs.
Being a little bit of a bastard, I swipe my finger through it and brush her nipples, coating them with our cum.
“Gabe!” she feigns in mock outrage.
I smirk. Our cum looks good on her.
“I need a shower,” she tells me, pulling off her skirt.
“Woman, we both need a shower.”
Later that evening, we lay in bed together, relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.
“How does it feel to be back?” she asks me.
“It feels good. Damn good.”
“How about you? Happy I’m in Chicago?” I tease.
“What do you think?” she teases right back, tracing her index finger between the groove of my abs.
“I’d say so.”
She nods and gives me a smile, then delves her hand lower. I growl softly in warning, my dick getting hard instantly. She smirks. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Pouncing, I roll her under me and sink into her sweet heat. This time, though, we take our time in our lovemaking, cherishing each other.
CHAPTER 12
GABE
The next morning, Layla’s alarm wakes me. “What time is it?” I grouse. It’s still dark out.
Layla yawns and stretches, her soft breasts pressed against my side. “6:00 a.m. I have to get up and get ready for work,” she tells me, moving out of my arms.
“Aren’t you the boss?” I ask, pulling closer, not wanting to let her go.
She smiles. “I am. And that’s why I need to set a good example for my employees.”
I can’t argue with that, but I don’t want her to leave my bed. Tightening my grip on her waist, I slide my hand lower, stroking the outside of her thigh, moving to cup the globes of her ass. “Mmm, don’t go,” I mumble, my lips on her neck.
She shudders in my arms and doesn’t push me away. If anything, she pulls me closer. “Gabe…” she says softly.
“Layla…” I murmur, kissing down the slope of one breast, heading for a nipple. Popping it into my mouth, I nip and suck until it hardens into a stiff peak. She moans softly and tightens her legs, a dead giveaway that she’s turned on just as much as I am. I give her turgid nipple one last lick, then roll her onto her back, the blanket covering her body slipping down to her waist. Her gorgeous tits are now exposed, so I play with her other nipple, licking and sucking it until it’s just as hard.
Looking down, her nipples now hard little points, are slick from my ministrations. I smirk just a little bit knowing that I did that. But I’m not done. Not even close. Kissing down her soft belly, I continue my trek to her pretty pussy. Pushing her thighs apart, she’s wet from her arousal, her clit swollen. I lap at her pussy and suck on her clit, and soon, Layla’s thighs tighten around my head. She’s close. Wanting to push her to the edge, but not climax, I push two fingers into her creamy pussy and bend them just so, finding her little bundle of nerves, stroking it with the pad of my finger.
“Gabe!” she whimpers, this close to the edge.
I continue to tease her, keeping her on the precipice. I want to be inside her when she comes. Giving her a couple more strokes with my fingers, I pull them out, then place a soft kiss on her clit. She shudders in my arms. Sitting upright, my dick is at full-mast and leaking precum down the shaft. She gazes up at me with heavily lidded eyes, drunk on pleasure. Sucking my fingers into my mouth, I lick her arousal from each digit, one by one. Feeling like I’m about ready to explode, I take her hand and wrap it around my dick, my hand over hers. Precum has made my shaft slick, so I use it to jack her hand up and down my length, enhancing my pleasure. As her hand applies the perfect amount of pressure, my dick swells even more, my balls hanging heavy between my legs. The urge to come is strong, but I’m not coming until I’m inside her.
Giving one last squeeze with my hand over hers, I still. Pausing briefly, I line up my dick with her entrance. I’d love to say that I’m going to take it slow, but I can’t. Notching the head of my dick inside her, I surge forward, all the way to the hilt. Fuuck, she feels good. “Layla,” I groan, bringing her legs around my hips.
