5. Gabriella
CHAPTER 5
Gabriella
H ours later, my body still buzzes from Coltrain’s mouth between my thighs while I work on dinner. It’s nothing fancy, just some grilled salmon and lemon quinoa. Hopefully, things I can’t screw up with my daydreaming.
After he returned to work, I slipped into a pair of shorts and a crop top to do some house cleaning and prep for dinner. I also have brownies in the oven for dessert that I’ll serve with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream—my favorite treats.
As I’m tossing some towels in the dryer, I catch sight of the beach through the window overlooking the backyard, and it calls to me. I’ve lived near the water my whole life and have never tired of seeing it. Exploring it. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of warm sand between the toes before walking into the water and having it lap at your shins. I’ve never been brave enough to swim in the ocean, but I sure love being near it.
Heading back to the kitchen, I enter through the sliding door that opens onto the back deck and decide we’ll eat dinner outside since it’s so warm, and there’s virtually no breeze.
I pop up the table’s umbrella and get to work laying out our place settings as I wait for the food to finish up and Coltrain to return home in a few minutes.
Checking the time on the food, I realize I have just enough time to run upstairs to change and freshen up. I toss on the yellow sundress again, reapply my makeup, and fix my hair in a high ponytail before slipping into a matching pair of wedge sandals. I arrive back in the kitchen just as the timer dings for the salmon, and Coltrain walks through the front door.
Immediately, I feel his eyes on me as I bend over to pull the salmon from the oven.
“What a sight,” he murmurs, entering the kitchen and wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me tight as he nibbles my neck. My nipples perk up and my pussy tingles.
“Happy to have you home.” I turn my head and offer him my lips.
“Fuck I missed you, kitten,” he murmurs between kisses.
“It’s only been a couple of hours,” I tease, earning a slap to my ass that makes me jump. “Oh.” I really liked that.
“Watch the mouth, or you’ll earn yourself a spanking.”
His warning of punishment sounds more like a reward, but I’ll keep that to myself for now.
“Yes, Daddy.” I offer a serene smile.
He growls, brushing his mouth across mine. “You’re too damn good for me.”
“But you’ll keep me?”
“You know I will.” His tongue licks at me. “You’re mine now.”
“I like the sound of that.” Sighing as I sink into him, his hands move up and down my body, setting a fire in my veins that incites more. “Dinner is ready if you’d like to change. I’ve set us up to eat on the deck.”
With another sensual kiss, he heads upstairs while I dish out our plates, pop the lid off a cold beer for him, and pour some peach lemonade for myself.
I pull out the brownie pan so it can cool down while we eat, and I place the ice cream container in the fridge to soften without melting.
“Dessert, too?” Coltrain says as he re-enters the main floor.
My eyes eat him up in his tight-fitting blue cotton shirt and light grey sweatpants. Casual loafers on his feet pull it together, giving him this sexy, relaxed vibe that I find just as attractive as when he wears his suit.
“I thought you might like a sweet treat,” I reply as a hand moves across my belly and down towards my pelvis.
“I have one right here,” he whispers in my ear as his hand cups my bare pussy, a finger circling the hole and weakening my knees.
“Oh my. Does that mean, this”—I turn and cup his stiffening erection—“is my dessert?”
“It can be.” His hooded eyes are filled with lust and need, and it’s startling to realize he has those feelings because of me.
“You’re fantastic for a girl’s confidence.” The more time I spend with him, the better I feel about myself and my decision to break free from my family.
“As long as that girl is you, then I’m happy.”
My cheeks warm as I grab our plates, and he follows me out to the table.
“This is great, Gabs. Thank you.”
That fills me with a sense of pride.
“I’m not great at a lot of things, but cooking, baking, and gardening are some of my favorite things to do.”
“What else do you enjoy?” Surprised by his question, I stop to think as he takes a bite of the lemon pepper salmon. “This is delicious.”
Accepting his praise, I take a taste before answering, “The beach. I could sit in the sand all day and never tire.”
“Do you surf?” He seems to perk up at the thought.
I shake my head. “I never had anyone to teach me, plus my parents kept me extremely busy as a child. I love the water, but I’m a little afraid to even swim in it.” Watching as he drinks his beer, my eyes are glued to his throat as his Adam's apple bobs up and down while he swallows. “Do you?”
“I picked it up after I quit commercial fishing. The adrenaline helped settle me into a safer lifestyle.”
“Do you regret quitting?” Matilda has told me why he did, and I don’t blame him one bit. In fact, I respect him for it.
“Not for a second. Matilda was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I love her more than anything. Being alive to watch her grow up was more important than working on the water.”
We spend the next hour eating dinner, talking about our pasts—mostly his because it’s far more exciting than mine. My heart still races at learning about the trip that nearly ended his life. The thought that this man could have been taken from this world far too soon is terrifying.
As I plate dessert, drizzling chocolate syrup over the ice cream and brownie, I only bring out one bowl for us to share as I sit in his lap, where he has moved to one of the lounge chairs.
I face him and spread my legs on either side of his hips. Feeding this man brings me a pleasure I hadn’t anticipated feeling. I enjoy taking care of him, and I think I’m starting to understand why he wants control so much. There’s a fulfillment in caring for someone you love and cherish.
Placing the empty plate on the side table, I scoot down his legs and reach for the waistband of his sweats.
“Gabs,” he growls, sending a thrill up my spine. “What are you doing, kitten?”
“Please, Daddy, just a taste?” It’s all I’ve been able to think about since he left me a quivering, satisfied mess this afternoon.
Lifting his hips, he helps me roll the material down past his ass, so I have easier access. “Take it out,” he grunts when my fingers graze the tip.
Panting, I struggle to remain focused through my excitement but do as he says. I slide his pants down to his knees, and his cock springs out, long, thick, and hard. The swollen head glistens with his essence. I swallow nervously but am mesmerized as I stare at him, watching as his penis twitches the longer I stare.
“Big. So very…big,” I murmur, wrapping my fingers around his girth. Briefly, I wonder how I’ll take him in my body; I’m much smaller than he is.
Coltrain groans and drops his head back as I gently glide my hand up and down. The power he holds in this appendage catches my breath. I pause as he reaches behind his back to grip his shirt and pull it off, leaving him naked from the knees up.
The hair on his chest calls me to run my fingers through it and tug on it as we make love. Rub my face in it when we’re exhausted and ready to pass out. I love that he’s not sculpted to perfection. He’s muscley, but there’s no abs. He’s solid, and I know I can trust this man to protect me at every turn.
“Kitten,” he groans as I lean forward to lick the tip, taking the salty pearl in my mouth. His hand moves to my hair, gripping the ponytail to take control of me.
Biting my lip, I lower my mouth, dragging my tongue over his thick head and down the stalk until he gives a full-body shudder, hissing through his teeth as he watches me.
“Such a good girl,” he growls. “That’s it, baby. Now take Daddy in. Suck him to the back of your throat and swallow.” Following his direction, I take my time, moaning when he leaks onto my tongue. “Ah fuck, yes.” He tenses as he holds me tighter, pushes me down his length until I nearly gag.
Gripping his thigh with my free hand, I continue to jack my other one up and down his throbbing cock, now in the back of my throat as I feel him leaking along my tongue.
“Oh, fuck, kitten, yes,” he rasps, his voice taut with restraint as his hands control my movements now. My body tingles as he grunts and groans his pleasure, using my mouth as his personal fuck toy.
Hollowing my cheeks as I suck his cock, his pre-cum drags along my tastebuds, a salty, masculine, intoxicating mess as I begin to drool. Escaping from the sides of my mouth and dripping down my chin.
Swirling my tongue around the tip, I tease and taste. His fingers dig into my hair, dislodging the hairband as he pumps up into my mouth again. A primal groan leaves his throat as I swallow around the bulbous tip, over and over, until he slides deeper and finally shouts his release.
There’s too much liquid to contain in my mouth, and it leaks through the seal of my lips as he continues to pump in and out until his energy is depleted. He slips free from my mouth, and I collapse onto his lap as I wipe my face with my hand.
“So good, Daddy,” I murmur as my eyes close with him brushing his fingers along my head, face, and lips, lulling me into a peaceful state until the sun begins to set, and a cool breeze blows across my heated skin.
Coltrain picks me up and carries me to bed, where he gently removes my clothes.
“Need to fuck you now, kitten.” His eyes hungrily roam my naked body, and the only thing I can do is drop my knees and spread wide for him.