I do it again and my pussy weeps.
“Pretend it’s me there with you.”
I lay back and slip off my panties, spreading my legs. Gabe now has an unobstructed view.
“Good girl,” he pants. “Now get yourself off.” He grunts, close to his own release.
I slide two fingers through my wetness, then push them inside. “Gabe,” I moan softly, channeling them in and out. As we pleasure ourselves, I can hear his breathing rapidly increase.
“Come, Layla. Before I do.”
Hooking my fingers, I find my magic spot and rub, and BOOM! My orgasm barrels into me like a freight train. “Gabe!” I grunt, my pussy fluttering around my fingers as I come. I’m breathing hard as my legs spasm.
“Fuck!” I hear Gabe grunt, tugging his dick as he orgasms, finishing himself off.
Using an elbow, I sit up and gaze at Gabe. His eyes are closed and his abs are clenched, his breathing erratic. Glancing down at his hand, he’s grasping his dick, cum spilling over fingers. He looks damn good like that.
His eyes flutter open and he stares at me, but doesn’t say anything.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi,” he murmurs back.
For the longest time, we don’t say anything. We just soak in the moment of bliss. But eventually, reality seeps back in.
“That was…” he says, sitting up.
“Incredible,” I finish for him.
He nods. “You good?”
I smile. I’m better than good. I’m terrific.
“Mmmhmm.”
“I wish I were there. I’d clean you up, just to dirty you all over again,” he all but growls.
Damn the man. I wish he were here, too. “We can’t always get what we want,” I tease.
He smiles. “Touché.”
I smile back. “Same time tomorrow?” I joke.
He flat out growls this time. “Hell yes!”
“It’s a date.” I know Gabe will be punctual, as usual. “Bye, Gabe. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I blow him a kiss as I end our little video tryst. I can’t wait to get back to Chicago.
CHAPTER 14
LAYLA
CHICAGO
Exiting the terminal, I text Gabe.
