Layla:
Gabe: Tucking it into my pocket for later.
Layla: ??
Gabe: Your kiss.
Layla:
Gabe:
Layla
Gabe: Goodnight, sweetheart. Can’t wait until I’m back in Chicago.
Layla: Goodnight. I love you, too. And same.
Layla
Gabe gave me a key to his place. And I am making full use of it. I want to surprise him when he gets home. Letting myself in, I drop my overnight bag into his bedroom closet. I don’t need much, as there’s already a spare toothbrush here for me to use. Busying myself, I slip out of my work clothes and into a black crotchless lace bodysuit, covering it with jeans and a soft sweater. Feeling happy, but anxiously waiting for Gabe to get back, I head to his kitchen. I could use a jolt of caffeine right about now. Firing up his massive espresso machine, I pull a shot, then make myself a cappuccino. Since I met Gabe, I’ve learned to work the expensive machine. It’s paid off, because many mornings I’m running late and need a quick fix before heading to work.
Mug in hand, I settle on his couch and wait. As I sip my coffee, I read the headlines and one catches my eyes. It’s a general post that tugs at my heartstrings. The headline announces that spring training starts in less than a month. And that means Gabe will head back to Blue Valley. Or to wherever he has to go for Spring Training. Ugg, why do we have to live in different cities? Brushing it off, I know things will be just fine. We’ve done the long-distance thing before. And we can do it again. I scroll on, when I hear Gabe unlock the door.
My heart pumps faster and my breath picks up in anticipation. I hope Gabe is happy I’m here to surprise him. Getting up, I walk into the kitchen. “Surprise!” I whisper.
He smiles. “Come here, beautiful.”
I blush. I know I’m a grown-ass woman, but I love it when he tells me that. I don’t hear it nearly enough.
Throwing my arms around him, he kisses me like he’s been gone for months, not just a week. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, his lips hovering over mine, his hands creeping under my sweater.
“Same,” I breathe, my body fully aware of what I’m wearing and how he’s pressed up against me, his hands wandering under my top.
“What’s this?” he says softly, his hands encountering the lacy bodysuit I’m wearing.
“Just something I thought you might like.”
Stepping back slightly, he pushes up my sweater, revealing the lingerie.
“Damn, woman,” he says, letting out a low whistle under his breath, popping the button on my jeans.
I purse my lips. I want him to fully take advantage of it. That’s why I wore it. Just for him.
Fully locked in now, he slides his hand along my belly, toward my core. “Fuck. They’re crotchless,” he mutters, skimming his fingers over my mound.
I nod, my body humming with anticipation.
Gabe doesn’t say anything, he just shoves my jeans down and divests me of my sweater. I step out of my jeans, leaving me in only the lingerie. It’s chilly in here and my nipples pebble, scraping against the lace. He’s still fully dressed and I’m not mad. Gabe always puts my pleasure first.
His eyes, now focused on my rock-hard nipples, skims his fingers over the hard tips. I shudder and my pussy throbs. I’m so turned on right now. Gabe plays with my nipples some more and I grow wetter and wetter with each swipe of his fingers. Plucking at the straps of the lingerie, he pushes the top of the bodysuit down, exposing me to his hungry gaze. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he’s not playing this time. He nips them and I almost come. My hands thread through his hair, urging him on. He plays with both nipples and by the time he stops, my pussy is so wet, it’s leaking down my thighs.
Looking me in the eye, he pulls off his sweater and unbuttons his jeans. But he doesn’t step out of them. Nope. He pushes them and his boxer briefs down, freeing his glorious dick. He’s hard and long and thick and I lick my lips in anticipation. I love when he’s inside me. A hand at my shoulder, he pushes me back towards the counter, until my back hits the edge. Then, he’s lifting me up.
“Oh!” I shriek. The counter is cold on my ass.
He smirks. “You won’t be cold for long,” he teases, pushing my thighs apart.
Glancing down, I see him run his dick through my wetness, then line himself up. Sucking in a breath, it catches when he pushes inside. I’m so tight this way and it’s positively delicious.
