Chapter 12
twelve
Gabriel
W hen we can no longer ignore my growling stomach, Livi decides to make pasta. She starts the spaghetti while I follow her directions and work at the island chopping veggies. The third time I nearly slice my finger because I’m paying attention to her instead of what I’m doing, I set down the knife and watch her easy movements.
Before leaving my bedroom, I presented her with one of Angel Night’s premium quality robes. I don’t understand why she was surprised it fits perfectly. I’ve been around lingerie all my life and wouldn’t dare call myself a designer if I can’t accurately judge a woman’s size.
The deep royal purple silk molds to her lush curves in a way that makes my mouth water. I’m starving for her.
“Livi, come here.”
She twists her upper body to glance over her shoulder. The hem of the short robe lifts to expose the bottom curve of her soft ass. My breath stalls. Using the two fingers I know she loves stroking inside her heat, I beckon to her.
She stands before me with a sexy smile. Hands at her waist, I turn her to one side and lift her so she’s sitting on the counter.
“Yikes,” she yelps. “This marble is cold. What are you doing?” She scoots toward the edge and I stop her from slipping to the floor by moving between her thighs.
“I’m ravenous. Want an appetizer before dinner.”
“Munch on some of those veggies.”
“I prefer to munch on you.”
“Gabe?” Her nervous chuckle makes me smile.
“Relax, baby girl. Just spread those thighs and we’ll both enjoy a pre-dinner snack.” Tugging her closer to the edge, I open the robe she keeps trying to hold over her legs and, keeping my eyes locked on hers, bend to part her folds with my tongue.
Her eyes close and her hips lift giving me complete access to her delicious pussy. Supporting herself on one arm, she curls her fingers against my scalp. Her unrestrained moans make me smile as I lick more of her essence into my mouth.
Her cries escalate. Her nails prick my scalp. I suck hard on her clit and she shatters. The keening of my name fills me with satisfaction.
I continue licking slowly as she returns and when she releases my hair, I give her mound soft, lingering kisses before lifting my head.
“Gabriel.”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I… oh, shit.” She shoves at my head. “Let me up.”
“Livi?” I help her to the floor and steady her when she wobbles a bit. Then she rushes to the stove and grabs the spaghetti spoon.
“Well, double shit.” She dips the spoon into the pot and lifts breaking, disintegrating strands. She casts her gaze to the ceiling. “A bit overcooked.”
“Sorry I distracted you.” It’s a lie and she knows it.
“I’m not. But we need to start over. Would you get rid of this gloopy mess and refill the pot?”
We begin again. I’m even able to ignore my aching dick and go back to chopping vegetables. Until I sense Livi watching me and I glance up. “What?”
She licks her lips. “I was just thinking I wouldn’t mind an appetizer, too.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I’d like to see you without those lounge pants.”
I shove the vegetables, cutting board and all into the prep sink on the island. A quick tug on the drawstring and the pants pool around my ankles. “Now what?”
“Get your bare butt up on that counter.”
Liking this bossy Olivia, I do as she orders and wince. “Goddamn. It is cold.”
“Let me see if I can heat things up a bit.” She taps on my knees then uses her pointer fingers to spread them wide. Not that I offer any resistance. My cock and I are liking where this is going. Trailing her fingers up my thighs, she moves between my legs.
The sultry light fades from her eyes. “Gabriel, I don’t really have much experience with this.”
“You don’t have to…”
“No, I want to. I want to learn how to please you like this.” She captures my cock with both hands and leans forward to place a kiss on the swollen tip.
“Dear god, Livi.” My hips jerk toward her.
“What should I do?” Her hands stroke down. Up. Pause.
I can barely form words. “Explore, baby girl. I’ll tell…yeah, like that… tell you…”
“Tell me if I do anything wrong?”
“No, what’s right. Like that. Fuck, Livi.”
Her unpracticed, unsure touches are hotter than any I’ve experienced before. She licks me like a candy cane. Sucks softly on the head. Tries to take too much of me and struggles to breathe. Her inexperience doesn’t matter. This beautiful, unselfish act keeps me hard as steel. Jerking and throbbing with pleasure.
I release my death grip on the edge of the counter and cup her cheeks. “Olivia, you’re gonna make me come.”
Her eyes go wide. “I am?”
“Yeah, baby girl. So if you don’t want me in your mouth?—”
Shaking her head, she closes her lips around me. Her head and hand move up and down and she sucks hard. My body strains to thrust into her and it’s damn difficult holding still. This is more about her, for her, than it is about my orgasm. “That’s it, baby girl. So good. Cup my balls. Ah… ah…”
Her tongue presses against an extra sensitive spot. My groan guides her to return again and again. “Oli—via. Yes.”
The pressure in my balls explodes through my cock and grunting, I come. I’m not deep in her mouth but still feel her swallow. Cupping my hand at the back of her head, I hold her gently in place until I’m drained. When my hand relaxes, she slowly releases me, her lips making a soft pop when I slip from her mouth.
Her eyes are sparkling. “That was okay?”
“Okay? Livi… I…”
The innocent expression she attempts almost works. “I know I have a lot to learn. But I’ve heard practice makes perfect. I’m willing to practice.”
Not sure my legs will hold me, I slip from the counter and pull her into a tight embrace. “And I am damn willing to be your practice partner.”
“You taste… salty. And a little sweet.” She licks her lips and the innocence turns sultry. “I like it.”
“Want to know how we taste together?”
Her forehead furrows. “How?”
“Like this.” I slip my hand into the slick moisture I’m certain has pooled between her thighs then hold my fingers against my lip. I take a long lick then suck them into my mouth. My eyes close as I savor her. When my mouth is filled with her flavors, I tip her face to the perfect angle and kiss her.
Tongues tangling, the evidence of our orgasms mingle to create a subtle essence that is ours alone. I could linger like this, tasting her, tasting us, forever.
Sighing, Livi breaks the kiss and rests her cheek against the harsh beating of my heart. “I like that, too.”
Suddenly her body stiffens and she jerks away from me. “Something’s burning.”
I don’t notice anything but follow her to the stove. There’s a thin curl of smoke rising from the pasta pot. She shoves the pan off the burner and slams a lid on it. Hands covered with oven mitts, she carries the charring remains of our second batch of pasta to the sink, uncovers it, and runs water to stop the smoking.
She releases a long breath. “I’m not complaining about the reasons, but it doesn’t look like we’re going to have pasta tonight.”