Layla
Gabe texts me later that afternoon and it makes me smile. He requested that I wear a dress. I know he didn’t do it for fashion sake, that much was clear. He obviously wants easy access. And who am I to argue with that logic? Gabe has a voracious sexual appetite and so do I. I love that I’ve finally found someone who matches me in that department. Most men in their forties can’t keep up with me. I also love that we can talk for hours. The more I’m around Gabe, I feel more and more for him. But it feels like it’s too soon to say anything. But I can admit it to myself, at least. I’m falling for Gabe. And speaking of the man, the elevator announces his arrival with a soft ding.
Smoothing the fabric of my silk slip dress over my hips, I slip on my heels. Walking to the front door, I spot Gabe in the entryway, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. How sweet!
“For you,” he tells me, holding out said flowers. They’re a mix and quite lovely.
“Thank you,” I say, taking them. I go to move away, to put them in a vase, but he snags me by the hip.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbles, pulling me back against his hard chest, a hand at my hip, the other one over my tummy. “I missed you,” he croons, kissing my neck.
Instantly, I get wet and my nipples pebble. Sliding a hand to my breast, he kneads it, then plucks my nipple through the silk.
“Gabe,” I sigh, leaning into him, my backside bumping an impressive erection.
“Layla,” he murmurs, turning me in his arms, so that I’m now facing him.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue demanding entrance. I open and he sneaks inside. Not to be outdone, my tongue duels with his as I press myself against his hard body. Dropping the flowers to the ground, I lay my hands over his hard pecs under the lapels of his wool coat, clinging to him. I’m wobbly on my feet. That’s what Gabe’s kisses do to me.
“Easy,” he murmurs against my lips, pushing his hard dick against my soft center.
“Gabe,” I murmur, “we won’t make it to the restaurant, if you keep this up.”
He groans softly and bumps his rigid length into me one last time, then kisses my forehead.
“Ready?” he asks, like we didn’t just practically burn up from the heat between us.
“One moment,” I tell him, heading to the bathroom. Quickly as possible, I touch up my makeup and will my nipples to go down. By the time I’m back in front of Gabe, I have control over my body again. “Now I’m ready.”
“You look gorgeous, by the way,” he tells me, handing me the flowers I dropped earlier.
I blush. I love that Gabe notices.
For dinner, Gabe tells me he’s taking me to an upscale restaurant that just opened. “And you were able to get reservations.”
He gives me a little smirk. “I happen to know the owner.”
I smile. Of course he does. I sometimes forget that I’m dating a man who is somewhat famous.
After dinner, Gabe drives me back to my place. And the entire way, he can’t keep his hands off me. Currently, he’s feathering his fingers over my dress, inching it up my thighs. I want to admonish him, but I love when Gabe puts his hands on me. As he inches toward the juncture between my thighs, he notices I’m not wearing any panties.
“Mmm, naughty woman.”
I look at Gabe and meet his searing gaze, shaking my head, then biting my lip.
“And no bra, either. Tsk, tsk,” he teases, a smirk on his face. He knows I’m not wearing a bra from earlier when he picked me up. As soon as he kissed me, my nipples pebbled, jutting out hard against the silk of my dress.
I did it just for him. And he knows it.
I let his hand wander, when he skims my pussy lips with his fingers. Would he dare? A moment later, my question is answered when he pushes a finger through my slit and into my drenched pussy. I look at Gabe and his face shows no sign of anything. He keeps his eyes on the road. His finger teases my pussy and I almost come. This feels so damn naughty and I’m so turned on.
Moving just a tiny bit, I widen my legs, giving him more access. And he takes it, pushing two fingers into me. I raise my hips and push his fingers even deeper.
“Gabe,” I mumble, my eyes about to roll back in my head. He’s rubbing my G-spot and my legs hitch as my pussy weeps all over his hand. He continues to stroke me, adding his thumb over my clit to the mix. And soon, I’m coming, my pussy tightening on his fingers as I moan, my orgasm sweeping through me. As I’m coming, Gabe doesn’t stop, just keeps teasing me, continuing my pleasure.
By the time I come down off my cloud, we’re parked in the lot of my condo building.
“Good?” he asks nonchalantly, like he didn’t just bring me to climax in his car. While he was driving. Good lord, this man!
