“Gabe,” she grunts softly, her pussy fluttering around me.
Thrusting in and out her juicy pussy, I bring her to the edge again, my thumb pressed to her clit. Her legs quiver. She’s ready to come. Stroking in and out, I bring myself to the edge right alongside Layla. “Ready?” I grunt, bottoming out. She nods. With one more powerful stroke, I bury myself deep and pinch her clit as I do, and she flies over the edge, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Gabe!” she cries out, her whole body spasming like it’s been zapped by a bolt of lightning. She gushes on my dick as I climax and I shoot my release inside her, the air knocked out of my lungs. Electricity zips through me, lighting up every fiber in my being as I empty everything I have inside her.
Neither one of us moves for a bit. Reluctantly, I pull back, slipping from her languid body. I watch as our combined releases slip down her thighs, making them slick. Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to lick her thighs clean. Instead, I lay down beside her and bring her into my arms.
“Mmm, Gabe,” she murmurs against my pec, her soft lips brushing my skin. She stays that way for only a couple of minutes before she sits up, holding the covers to hide her nakedness. “I have to get up and shower.”
I want to tell Layla that I love her, but I worry it’s too soon. “Get in the shower. I’ll be right behind you.”
She gets up, padding naked to the bathroom. And, true to my word, I follow her. I join her in the shower and would love nothing more than to continue where we left off, but we can’t. I respect her too much to make her late for work. Even if she does own the whole damn company. So I use one of the other rain shower heads and wash quickly. I want to make her breakfast and coffee before she leaves for the day.
Now in the kitchen, I throw together a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, then prep to make her a coffee. It’s nothing special, but I’m not sending her to work with no breakfast or coffee. My woman is a busy lady. She needs to eat.
“All of this for just us?” she asks, eyeing the spread.
I nod. “What would you like?”
“Some of everything?” she says.
I fill a plate, sitting it down in front of her at the bar top. “Cappuccino?”
“Is that even a question?” she jokes.
“Coming right up,” I tell her, turning to my fancy espresso maker. While I make her drink, I nibble on my own breakfast, contemplating what I’m going to do for the day. I do need to get my workout in, first thing. Then after that, I’ll just have to see. Maybe Layla will come back tonight.
“One cappuccino for the lady,” I say with a flourish.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, picking it up.
I watch as she takes a sip. And honest to god, she closes her eyes and moans. My dick twitches but I ignore it, instead sitting down beside Layla to eat breakfast.
“That good, huh?” I tease.
Her eyes snap open, meeting mine. “Mmm, yes. It’s perfect. I always need that first sip of caffeine to get me going in the morning.”
Soon, we’re both finished and she has to go. She still needs to go back to her place and change clothes.
“I need to go. Text me?” she asks, putting on her coat.
“I will. You’d better get moving.” I walk to her and pull her into my arms, pressing my lips to hers. “See you later.”
“Laters,” she says, leaving through the front door.
The place is quiet again. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but I think I like sharing my mornings with someone again. I never realized how much I missed it, until I met Layla. Heading back into the kitchen, I clean up and head to the gym.
By lunch, I’m finished with what I planned to do today, so I text Deacon.
Gabe: Stop by after school?
Deacon: Okay
Gabe: Bring your sister?
Deacon: I think she’s busy.
Gabe: Okay, see you then.
