Chapter 33 Lily
LILY
Heat and tension coiled in my lower belly as I rocked against Gabe’s cock over the barrier of our clothes. I couldn’t get enough of him or the hunger in his eyes. His erection pressed against me, and how hard he was turned me on even more, because I had the power to do this to him.
This tension had been simmering between us all night—for the last few weeks, really—and was finally about to snap.
Let’s figure out what you like, then.
I liked the sound of that.
I was trying not to think too hard about what this meant and the possible consequences. My café, the building, Gabe leaving. Those were all important pieces…just not important at this moment.
What was important right now was how we both wanted this.
“Show me what you would do if I was yours,” I said breathlessly. For one night, we could pretend.
Gabe’s expression was hard to read at first. I couldn’t tell if he was challenged by my words or if they reminded him that whatever was between us was temporary.
Either way, he quickly gathered his composure and let his gaze slowly move down my body, his eyes searing every inch of my skin. I still had all my clothes on, but with the way he looked at me, I might as well have been naked. He took in every dip and curve with such awe.
“If you were mine, I would do everything in my power to make you feel good. To make you feel beautiful. I would learn your body and what you enjoy like the back of my fucking hand.”
My breath hitched as he slipped his hand underneath my sweater, which was suddenly too hot and suffocating. I grabbed the hem and pulled it over my head, carelessly letting it drop to the floor, my attention fully on Gabe.
The thick column of his throat bobbed, his eyes taking in my sheer, light-blue bralette.
“Fuck, Lily,” he rasped. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So fucking perfect.”
I’d been called pretty before, but never beautiful. Not only that, but Gabe didn’t just say those words to me. I felt them. I’d never had someone look at me the way he was right now. Like he wanted to make me his.
Gabe pressed his mouth to my neck, peppering slow, hot kisses to my skin.
I tipped my head back, giving him more space to explore.
It didn’t take him long to find a spot—right where my neck met my shoulder—that drove me wild.
A soft noise escaped me as he pressed another kiss, and I moaned even louder when he sucked at my skin.
I continued to grind against him, reveling in the pressure between my legs and his hot mouth on my skin.
“Gabe.” My hand found the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his brown hair that was getting messier by the minute.
“You like being kissed here,” he murmured. “You like being kissed all over your neck but especially here.” He continued his painfully slow exploration with his mouth, moving his lips to the tops of my breasts.
“Do you want my mouth here?” he asked, his golden-brown eyes looking up at me.
I licked my lips and nodded. “I do.”
I knew I wanted his mouth there, but I wasn’t sure how it would compare to the feeling I got when he kissed my neck.
I wasn’t kidding when I said it had been a while since I’d been intimate with a man, and even the times I had been, I didn’t have a lot of confidence.
But I felt safe with Gabe. I felt safe to tell him what I did and didn’t like—which, so far, I liked everything.
I also felt safe to be vulnerable with him.
He pulled down my bralette and exposed my breasts.
“Do you like this?” he hummed, palming one of my breasts while using his mouth on the other. Gabe’s tongue flicked and teased my nipple, which elicited another moan from me. He chuckled, as if that was enough of a response.
He then shifted his attention to the other, repeating the careful, calculated motions with his tongue and getting another reaction out of me—faster this time. I moved harder over his length and dug my fingers into his shoulders. I was so close.
I gasped as Gabe pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, reeling in my attention. I eagerly nodded for him to continue. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “That feels so good. It all feels so good.”
He pinched my nipple harder, eliciting another moan from me as my orgasm started to build. The rhythm of my hips faltered, and Gabe took over. One of his hands played with my nipple while he used the other to rock me over his length faster than before. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“I’m—I’m so close. Oh my god, Gabe.”
I was desperate for him, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it, because I could see how much he enjoyed it. His mouth found that same spot at the curve of my neck and he sucked—hard.
The sensations of his mouth, touch, and the friction at my center tipped me over the edge.
“Gabe!” I cried out, letting my head fall back and eyes close.
I dug my fingers into his back, holding on for stability as heat coursed through my body.
Within moments, my pulse started to thrum wildly, and my orgasm took over—overwhelming my senses and leaving me moaning, breathless, and aching for more.