Naughty All the Way

8. Gabriel

8

GAbrIEL

W e wake two times in the night.

The first time, I wake up to her kissing her way down to my cock. The sex is slow and languid as she rides me, the tips of her hair skimming my hands as I grip her waist.

The second time, I wake her with my tongue. I don’t understand the primal need to possess her, to feel her thighs shake and to taste her as she comes. None of it makes sense, the way I feel so deeply for her already. The way we connect on so much more than just a physical level. The way I’m desperate to stay in her life. But I don’t care. So when I thrust into her, I whisper how much I need her, how much I want her, and how I’m not sure I’ll ever get over her.