CHAPTER SIX
GABE
Need and want have me twisted up like a pretzel. All throughout our meal I couldn’t stop staring at Taylor, admiring her features and loving her bold and sassy attitude. She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever been with, and I can’t help but think that’s a good thing.
For years I’ve been dating the same type of woman just with different faces. Maybe that’s the reason why none of my past relationships have worked? I needed someone different, someone like Taylor.
Unable to deny my feelings any longer, I went to her, elated to see that same need burning in her gaze. When our lips met I swear an explosion happened and metaphorically the ground moved. Once unleashed my passion couldn’t be held back.
Then that annoying tickle had to happen and I managed to pull away just in time. Rather than disgusting her, Taylor suggested a solution to the problem, one I very much agreed with.
Sliding my hands under her shirt, the warmth of her soft skin has me sucking in a breath. She’s like silk under my rough hands. Slowly and reverently I move my hands up, cupping the heavy weight of her breast in my palms.
With a moan Taylor arches into my touch, pushing her breasts harder into my hold. The incessant press of her hard nipples into my palms ignites a fever that burns through me. Like a man possessed I grip her tank and yank it over her head.
I stare down at her, marveling over the smooth expanse of her shoulders and rise and fall of her breasts with each breath she takes.
“Lovely,” I murmur, reaching out to trace a finger around the hard press of her nipple lovingly outlined through the thin material of her soft, unpadded pink bra that’s a shade darker than the warm flush of her skin.
Gliding my hands up to the thin straps, I ease them down, but the cups stubbornly cling to her breasts, refusing to bare her to my heated gaze.
With a groan I capture her mouth again, my hands going to the bra’s clasps. I’m a bit out of practice so it takes what feels like an embarrassing long time before her bra yields to my wants and comes undone. Then the material easily slides down her arms and breasts.
Impatiently I toss it to the side, wrenching my mouth from hers to seize the hardened peak of her nipple. Sucking it into my mouth, I moan at the feel of her. My cock throbs painfully behind the confines of my zipper with the need to be buried in her wet pussy.
Taylor’s hands move through my hair, her nails lightly scratching at my scalp as she shudders under the hungry pull of my mouth.
I reach up and palm her other breast, tracing the hardened peak of her nipple and lightly pulling it.
With a wet pop I release the nipple in my mouth to latch onto her other one, my hand toying with the wet one swollen from my sucking.
“Gabe,” Taylor cries out as her hands grip my hair.
Pulling off her nipple, I rise up to my full height and seize Taylor by the hips and plop her up on the table, her sandals dropping from her feet as I do.
Her lips are puffy and parted as she gazes up at me with wide eyes with dilated pupils.
Wordlessly she watches as my hands go to the snap of her jean shorts.
“You want me?” I ask in a voice made thick with need.
Mutely she nods.
Grabbing her chin, I stop her nodding. “That’s not good enough. I need to hear you say it.”
A shiver goes through her. “I want you, Gabe.”
“Fuck yes,” I growl out before slamming my mouth onto hers.
Her fingers grip my shirt, urging it off. I waste no time giving her what she wants. Peeling both it and my plain sleeveless undershirt off at the same time.
Taylor stares at my chest. Unconsciously I flex, tightening my muscles and making them dance under the thick layer of my dark chest hair.
When she reaches out and touches me I hiss at the ecstasy of her hands on my body.
Trembling as she explores me, my cock begs for release, my fingers clenching and unclenching as I fight back the urge to rip her little shorts off and take her.
My willpower only lasts so long before I’m forced to grab her hands and hold them back.
She’s so small that I can hold both her hands in a single one of mine.
Holding her with my left hand, my right quickly undoes the snap and zipper of her shorts.
Only then do I release her hands and together we wiggle her shorts off.
Matching her bra, her panties are pale pink and cup her mound, outlining her slit beautifully with a darker wet patch telling me she’s just as ready for this as I am.
“This is like a dream,” I declare as I touch a finger to that tempting bit of wet fabric that is all that separates me from her pussy.
“If it was a dream you’d already be in me,” Taylor says, rolling her hips and pressing herself into my finger.
Damp fabric encases my fingertip as it inches between her spread folds pushing at her entrance. My eyes roll back as more wetness coats my finger and the smell of her teases my nose. I jerk the crotch of her panties to the side and slip my fingers into the space I created.
Groaning as my fingers slide over her slippery inner lips, I find the jewel that crowns her pussy.
Tiny and erect her clit begs for my touch.
I smooth a fingertip over that little bump and glance up to see Taylor’s head thrown back, her teeth buried in her lower lip as her features contort with pleasure.
I circle it and dip a finger inside her, my eyes rolling as her inner walls grip me.
Ducking my head down, I claim a nipple as I thrust my finger deeper inside her.
Taylor bucks against my hand, her hips moving in the same desperate rhythm as my plunging finger.
Before long I have two fingers stretching her as I lick and suck her nipples while Taylor’s nails dig into my bare shoulders as she gasps and fucks my hand.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, trying to think if I have any condoms in the house.
Her nails dig down harder. “Yes, but there are condoms in my purse.”
“Where?”
Taylor’s eyes open but I doubt she sees me. “Kitchen,” she pants, and pushes at me.
“You,” I grit out while giving her nipple a last lick, “you go nowhere.”
I pull my fingers from her clasping pussy and stuff them into my mouth. Closing my eyes at her salty flavor, I savor her while blinding walking to the kitchen. I open my eyes so I can rush to find her purse and bring it back to her.
“Good girl,” I praise when I come back to find her exactly where I left her, up on the table with her legs spread and showing off her juicy wet pussy.
Handing her the purse, I drop down and take off my shoes, the job made harder by my shaking hands. Thankfully my pants and boxers go down and off much easier and soon I’m just as naked as she is, my cock jutting between my thighs and pointing at what I want most. Her.
Taylor reaches for me, but I seize her hand. “You touch me and I’m going to come.”
A sly smirk edges up her lips and she grabs me with her other hand, the little vixen.
Her fingers run over me, exploring my hard cock and the tight sac that rests under it.
I stand there and let her touch me, gritting my teeth as my cock jerks in her grasps.
She curls her fingers around me and slowly strokes me from tip to base, back and forth she goes, varying the tightness of her grip.
Finally she takes pity on me and rolls the condom down my length. Leaning back Taylor grins up at me, her blue eyes hot with desire. “Fuck me,” she demands.
Brushing the head of my cock along her entrance, my eyes are locked on the pink of her pussy and when I notch the head and push in I’m in awe of the way she swallows me down.
Slowly I advance into her, her hot body sucking me in and squeezing me like she never wants to let me go.
There is no other place that I would rather be than inside her.
We’re both breathing hard when I’m finally all the way in. Taylor’s hips shift and that’s all the invitation I need to grab her and begin thrusting.
The wet sounds of our lovemaking fills my ears as need builds within me.
Taylor wraps her legs around my hips and I lift her from the table.
With a moan she grabs my shoulders, holding on tight as I bounce her up and down on my cock.
This angle makes her impossibly tight and I’m not going to last long.
“Touch yourself,” I rasp, grinding her down on my erection.
With a wild moan she snakes a hand between us, her fingers sliding against my cock as she strums her clit. The wet clasp of her pussy is my undoing and with a grunt I come.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I renew my thrusts, praying I stay hard long enough to get her off. Having Taylor come on my cock is my goal and at the first flutter of her orgasm I feel like a man that’s won a million dollars.
Her fingers fly over her clit as she rocks and grinds down on me.
A sharp cry full of desperate satisfaction escapes her as her pussy all but crushes my cock as it milks me with powerful pulls.
When she slumps against me, I kiss at her sweaty hair and feel a warmth in my chest that goes beyond just amazing sex.
Drained I slowly lower her down, my cock slipping from her as she unwraps her legs from my waist. Taylor staggers when her feet touch the floor. I grab at her, though it’s a miracle I’m still standing with the way my thighs tremble with exhaustion.
She leans against the table and stares up at me.
“Who knew an investment manager could fuck like that.”
That startles a laugh out of me and then I’m cupping her face and kissing her as happiness fills me.