“Layla,” I breathe. Her chest rises and falls as she looks into my eyes. Wanting better access, I help her out of her sweater and bra. As she sits on my lap in front of the fire, the flames cast a provocative shadow over her body, showcasing her curves. Taking her lips once more, I palm her breasts, then caress her nipples, bringing them to hard little points. She shudders in my arms. Kissing down the side of her neck, I move to her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth. She sucks in a gulp of air as I use my tongue to tease her, while my other hand tweaks her other nipple.
“Gabe,” she moans.
Switching nipples, I give the other one plenty of attention. As I do, my hand wanders to the button on her jeans. Flicking it open, I delve my hand inside in her panties, running a finger through her soaked pussy.
“So wet for me,” I murmur against her breast, my fingers dancing at her entrance.
“Please,” she softly moans.
Pushing my fingers inside, I glide in easily. She’s soaked.
“Mmm, Layla, baby,” I croon softly, channeling my fingers in and out in a come hither motion.
She trembles in my arms, her head thrown back, her eyes shut.
“Look at me.”
Her head comes up and her eyes snap open.
“Good girl.” Wanting her to come, I rub her magic spot at the same time I use the pad of my thumb to rub her swollen clit. And that’s all it takes to push her over the edge. Instantly, her pussy clamps down on my fingers and her release crashes into her like a freight train.
“Gabe!” she wails, her body riding the wave of her climax.
While her body is in the throes of orgasm, my dick is throbbing like hell behind the zipper of my pants. He is NOT happy he’s not part of this party. Soon buddy, soon.
Layla gulps in air and falls into my chest. “That’s the first one,” I murmur against her temple. It is, because I plan to make Layla come multiple times tonight.
“Let’s get out of these clothes,” I tell her, holding her to me as I get to my feet. Her grip on me tightens. Carefully, I place her on her feet. She’s wobbly, so I help her out of her jeans and panties, leaving her bare, the shadow of the flames stroking her skin. All I want to do is look at her beautiful body. But, my dick reminds me that he doesn’t want to wait. Come to think of it, neither do I. Gripping the edge of my sweater, I pull it off, dropping it to the floor. My hand is on the button of my pants, when she stops me.
“Wait,” she murmurs, still drunk on pleasure from her orgasm.
My hand stills.
“Let me,” she says, replacing my hands with hers.
She unbuttons my pants and pushes them down, along with my boxer briefs. My dick, long and thick, slaps my abs. Layla licks her lips and drops to her knees. Fuck, yes! Taking my throbbing dick in her hands, she applies pressure, then sucks the head into her hot mouth, using her tongue to tease me. Damn, this feels good. Taking her head in my hands, I thread my fingers through her hair, pushing her further down on my dick. Seamlessly, she sucks me in, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. Fuuuck, I love this. Bobbing up and down, she brings me to the brink of orgasm. Tamping it down, I gently tap her cheek. She stops and my dick pops free of her mouth.
I step out of my pants and boxer briefs and she watches me, still on her knees. The fire casts shadows over my hard, lean body. Hell, the shadows even dance over my dick, giving it a special glow. How fucking crazy is that? Dropping to my knees, I bring Layla into my arms once again, kissing her deeply. “On your knees,” I instruct, my voice deep and raspy. “Face the fire.”
She does as she’s told, her spectacular ass in front of me. Gripping her, I give each globe a quick tap, then rub my palm over creamy skin. “Spread your legs.”
She moves her knees apart, opening her legs just enough so that I can see her pink clit peeking out between her folds. Perfect. Lining up my dick with her entrance, I wedge just the thick head inside. Hands on her hips, I push into her creamy pussy, sliding in easily, to the hilt. We moan at the same time. Retreating, I thrust back inside over and over again, and soon, her pussy starts to flutter around me. She’s close.
Keeping up a steady rhythm, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust, I snake a hand around her waist and find her swollen clit. I don’t hesitate; I pinch it and she explodes, her climax overtaking her. “I’m coming!” she screams, her pussy clamping down on my dick.
And that’s all it takes. With one final thrust, I push deep and come, my orgasm rushing through me in a white-hot surge. Grunting, I empty myself inside of her. After I catch my breath, I drop us down onto the rug, my dick slipping from her body. We’re both a mess, and I don’t even care. I just want to hold her in my arms. We don’t need a blanket, since the fire will keep us warm and cozy.
“Layla,” I breathe, her body pressed to mine. “I love you.”
She blinks up at me, with passion-glazed eyes. “I love you, too,” she murmurs, her voice a little hoarse.
Smoothing the hair away from her face, I give her temple a soft kiss. This. This right here is what I live for. Being with her, being happy, and just living my best life. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And I’ve finally found it.
Layla
The next morning, I wake up in Gabe’s arms, in his home. Fluttering my eyelashes, I stretch and get out of bed. Gabe’s still sleeping, so I tiptoe to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. After last night, I could use a shower. I’m sticky between my legs and my thighs are a mess. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Gabe is a phenomenal lover and makes sure I come first. Smiling to myself, I turn on the shower and let it get steamy. Stepping in, the first drops of water slide over my skin. Leaning my head back, I let the water cascade over me. Grabbing Gabe’s soap, I lather up. Then, I hear a growl.
Snapping my eyes open, I see Gabe in all of his naked glory, his dick at full mast. Mmm, someone’s horny this morning. I run the bar of soap between my breasts, then between my legs, teasing him. His eyes zero in on my hand. Then he stalks towards me, grabbing the soap from my hand.
