“I don’t wantthin.” He says the word like it’s a curse, like it disgusts him to even consider. His hands slide higher, cupping my full breasts, and I arch into his touch. “I want this. Soft. Real.You.”
He lowers his head and takes one nipple in his mouth. I cry out, my hands flying into his hair, and he groans against my skin.
“That’s it,” he says, licking my nipple just a bit more before switching to the other breast. “Let me hear you.”
His hands are everywhere—stroking, squeezing, worshiping. He maps every curve, every dip, like he’s memorizing me, like I’m something precious.
The wetness builds between my thighs, the tension growing. I open my eyes just enough to take in the sight of his cock. It’s long, thick, and gorgeous, glistening at the end.
“Gabriel, please.”
“Please what?” He kisses his way down my stomach, his stubble rough against my skin. I shiver with delight at every bit of it. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want… I need…”
He drops to his knees.
“Lie back,” he commands.
My back hits the cool wood of the desk as I do. He pulls me to the edge, draping my legs over his broad shoulders.
“You’re going to come on my tongue first.” His breath is hot against my inner thigh. “Then on my fingers. And then I’ll fuck you, understand?”
I nod, breathless.
“Say it.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
When he lowers me to his mouth, I shatter.
His tongue works me with perfect precision—circling, sucking, flicking—and within seconds I’m writhing on the desk, totally at his mercy.
My hands fist in his hair.
“Gabriel… ohGod…”
He hums against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. One hand grips my thigh, holding me open, while the other slides up to palm my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
It’s too much and not enough, and everything all at once.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Give it to me, Thea. Let go. I want to taste you.”
The first orgasm hits so hard I can barely stand it. I arch off the desk, crying out. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me, histongue circling my clit, as the orgasm relentlessly pulses through my body.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s standing, his fingers replacing his mouth. I whimper at how good it feels when he slides two of them inside.
“Still so tight.” His voice is rough. I can tell how turned on he is just by the way his voice sounds. “Even after I made you come. You’re going to feel incredible around my cock.”
“Please.”
“Not yet.” He curls his fingers, finding that perfect spot inside. The pleasure is on another level, white spots clouding my vision. “One more for me first.”
He finger-fucks me slowly, taking his time, his thumb circling my clit in maddening strokes. I’m already sensitive, already overwhelmed.
“Look at me.”
