Cora:
Gabe
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I’m on her. “Layla,” I breathe. I’ve missed her. I know it was only for one day, but I can’t seem to live without this woman.
“Gabe,” she murmurs against my lips, her pelvis bumping into my already hard dick.
“I don’t know if I can wait,” I tell her.
“Then don’t.”
Picking her up, I haul her into the kitchen and strip her bare, sitting her on the kitchen island. We’re both ready and willing. Soon, I’m standing naked before her, her breasts bared to me.
“Missed these,” I husk, right before taking a pebbled nipple into my mouth.
Layla, pleasure surging through her bloodstream, leans back and closes her eyes. She looks so sexy like this. Sucking on her tit, I lave it with my tongue until she’s writing in my arms. Giving it a quick nip, I pop my mouth off her nipple. I glance down at the tight little bud, all glossy from my ministrations. Smirking, I tease her other nipple, lashing at it with the tip of my tongue.
“Gabe,” she murmurs, her fingers sliding into my hair, her thighs now clenched.
“Mmm.” I pant, then nip the stiff peak before sucking into my mouth. I lave her nipple some more, then kiss between her breasts. I need to taste her.
Kissing a path down her tummy and between her legs, I find myself breathing in the scent of her arousal. And it makes me ravenous. Pushing her thighs apart, I bare her slick pussy to my hungry gaze. Diving between her legs, I lick her like an ice cream cone, drinking down her arousal. But that’s just the start. Setting my sights on her puffy clit, I lick it fully, using the coarseness of my tongue to pleasure her.
“Gabe,” she moans, her thighs clenching around my head.
Barely started, I tease her clit by alternating between licking, sucking and nipping it. She’s shuddering in my arms, now close to orgasm. Adding to her pleasure, I push my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She exhales, her eyelashes fluttering. Tunneling my fingers in and out her channel, I bring her to the peak.
“Come, Layla,” I command, at the same time as I rub her magic spot.
“Gabe!” she screams, shattering in my arms, her pussy squirting all over my hand.
Layla is stunning when she comes. Slowly working my fingers in and out of her, I prolong her orgasm, only removing my fingers when the edge of her climax starts to wane.
“Up you go,” I rasp, my voice a bit gravelly. Taking her hips in my hands, I move her to the edge of the countertop, where she loops her arms around my neck. “Gabe.” She pants, her hot breath fanning over my skin, turning me on even further.
Lining up the head of my dick with her soaked pussy, I push inside, filling her completely. Fuck, I’ll never grow tired of this. Being inside her. Us being one. “Layla,” I murmur, as I stroke in and out of her sweet body. I take my time and savor our connection. But, all too soon, we’re both ready to come. “Ready?” I grind out, staving off my climax.
“Yes,” she groans.
Picking up the pace, I lead us to orgasm, our climaxes overtaking us.
After, we stay still for a moment. I’m still inside her, her pussy still wrapped around my dick. I can’t think of a better welcome home than this. “Love you,” I whisper as I brush a kiss across the top of her head.
“Love you, too,” she tells me back, her cheek resting against my hard pec. Lifting her cheek, she kisses me over my heart.
I’ve fallen completely in love with this woman.
Taking her hand, I help her out of my car. We’re about to meet Cora and Chris for dinner.
“You look stunning,” I tell her. I can tell she’s a bit nervous. She looks spectacular in a form-fitting, long sleeve dress in red that complements her skin and a killer pair of heels.
“Thank you,” she whispers, a blush on her cheeks. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her inside, and we check our coats.
“Reservation?”
“It should be under Cunningham,” Layla says confidently.
“Right this way.”
