Chapter 6 Gabe
Gabe
I hold my dick in my hand and she sticks her tongue out, placing it under my crown, ready to catch the drips and I nearly shoot my load off.
How is this happening? I’ve wanted her for so long now, dreamt about having her naked, that I’m suddenly not sure I’m in my bed alone, fantasizing in my sleep.
“Millie.” My cock twitches and my heart is racing so damn hard, it’s pounding in my ears. My cum drips onto the tip of her tongue—the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever seen—and she pulls it into her mouth to savor it.
“Mmm.” Her moans of pleasure fuck me over and I’m about to bend her over the bed and drive my cock into her.
I resist the urge, because there are so many other things I need to do to her and I don’t want this to be over before we even get started.
It’s still early in the day, and we have so, so much exploring to do.
“Take me into your mouth,” I command in a soft voice, and her body quakes.
Who knew that my sweet Millie, the girl who shouts demands at me on the ice, who is always in full control, wants me to tell her what to do, wants to play a game where she has to say yes?
I fucking love it, and dammit, I want to make this everything she’s ever wanted or needed.
She widens her lips to accommodate my girth and the second her warm lips wrap around my crown, a hard quake nearly takes me to my knees. Her hands move to the back of my thighs and the sight of her rocking, my cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth, is enough to drive any sane man crazy.
Not that I currently consider myself sane.
If I was, I never would have started anything with her.
I move my hips, unable to stay still any longer, and my cock goes deeper into her mouth.
Since I don’t want to do anything she’s uncomfortable with, or fucking choke her, I try to inch back, but she holds my legs, preventing me from pulling out.
“Jesus, Millie.”
She glances up at me, and the spark in her eyes, the fact that she’s enjoying what she’s doing, is the sweetest fucking thing.
Her gaze drops and one hand cups my balls as she takes me impossibly deeper and as I watch my dick disappear between her lips, my cock thickens more, stretching out her mouth.
But she simply moans in bliss, and everything about this, the way she wants to please me, creates a new, palpable kind of intimacy between us and I suddenly find it a lot harder to breathe.
Her gaze lifts again, and when it searches for mine, my heart nearly stops, because everything in her warm, curious gaze tells me she feels this connection every bit as much as I do, and that’s fucking scary, because what can we do with this? Where can we go from here?
But isn’t that what I’m supposed to be showing her? Isn’t that why she put this play into my hands? Honestly, how can I show her when I don’t have a fucking clue.
Maybe it’s time to get one, dude.
As she goes back to moaning and takes me deep into her throat, I can’t help but agree. It’s time for me to get a clue and show this woman what I want. We can deal with the consequences later. With that in mind, I cup her face, and inch back. Her lips pop as I remove my cock and she pouts up at me.
I pull her up, and take her breasts into my hands and answer her question before she can answer it. “I was seconds from losing it.”
She grins and bites her bottom lip. “Oh, sorry.”
“Oh, babe. You have nothing to be sorry about.” I tuck her hair behind her ears. “You are so amazing. I wasn’t going to last, and I’m not nearly done exploring.”
I press my lips to hers, and she softens beneath my kiss, moving her body against my cock. I devour her mouth for a minute, and then inch back again.
“I want to taste you.” I slide a hand between her legs. “Take these off, get on that bed, and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
“Yes.”
Jesus, I love hearing her say that.
She grips her bikini bottoms and drags them down her hips, and I take that moment to kick off my shorts.
Her tongue snakes out, like she’s still tasting me on her mouth, as I take my dick into my hand and squeeze, anything to keep me from shooting off too soon.
I should probably do a few math equations to get myself under control, like I learned in my hormonal teenage years.
Jesus, I haven’t been this turned on or out of control randy since I first learned how to use my dick.
Turning her back to me, she wiggles her sweet ass as she climbs on the bed and crawls to the middle.
“You do realize it’s not really your birthday unless you put your legs around my neck, right?”
She grins at me. “I suppose that’s true. Do you want me to stand up?”
“No, babe, that’s okay. I think I can figure something out from that position.” I slide onto the bed, on my stomach, and push my fingers under her buttocks. She gasps as I lift her. “Legs around my neck. Now.”
“Yes.”
She puts her legs around my neck, and I take a fast breath, just wanting to stare at her gorgeous pink sex.
All swollen and achy, and spread wide open for me.
I need to savor this moment and lock it away in my brain to call upon later, because if I can’t show her where I want this to go, if what happens in the Caribbean really stays in the Caribbean, I need to lock this image, this moment, away in my brain.
Her warm, aroused scent reaches my nostrils and I breathe her in. Her hand touches my hair and she lifts her hips, her hot little pussy bumping against my chin.
“You want my mouth on you?” I don’t know why I need to hear her say it, or why I love hearing yes on her lips so fucking much.
“Yes,” she murmurs, and I push her down, and hold her there as I stick my tongue out and lick her from bottom to top, and back again. Her sweet flavor explodes on my tongue and I curse under my breath as my cock throbs to get inside.
Soon buddy, soon.
My fingers might have been inside her earlier, but I didn’t get the pleasure of watching them glide in and out of her sweet cunt as she took them deep.
Dammit, if I’m not about to rectify that.
Moving my tongue to her clit, I lightly brush it, and when she swells against the soft blade, I can’t help but think it’s my birthday and not hers.
I reposition, wanting an up-close view of her hot pussy. I lightly pet her, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. “You want me to fuck you with my finger, babe?”
Yes.”
“Will you come all over my mouth if I do?”
“God, yes.”
“You’re going to let me get you all soaking wet, a hot dripping mess for my cock.”
“My God, Gabe.”
As her voice rises, I bite back a grin, and inch my finger into her. My lids fall shut for a second, treasuring the sensations as her muscles wrap around me and tug me in deeper.
I pull my finger out and it’s dripping wet, exactly the way I wanted to find her.
She goes up on her elbows as I put my finger into my mouth and moan at her honeyed taste.
“Babe, you are the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
” So fucking sweet indeed, I’ve lost the taste for any other.
Then again, did I ever really have a taste for anyone but her?
She swallows and her eyes practically roll back in her head as I slide my finger back inside her and slowly fuck her, even though my cock is screaming at me to hurry this up.
“Are you having a good birthday, Millie?”
“Yes, and I like this adult version of my legs around your neck so much more,” she murmurs.
That makes two of us.
“You need my cock in here, don’t you?” I ask as I add a second finger for a snug fit and change the rhythm and pace.
She grips the bedding and tugs. “God, yes.”
“Are you desperate for me to fill you?”
“Yes,” she yells, her voice getting louder and louder.
“I’ll tell you what.” I push deep and pull out, taking her clit into my mouth as I finger fuck her a few more times.
I keep my mouth near her clit, warming it as I breathe out the words, “After you come all over my tongue and face and get everything nice and soaked, I’ll put my cock in here.
” I wiggle my fingers inside her. “That sound good, babe?”
“Okay. Please. Good. Nice.” Her head rolls from side to side and I chuckle at her sudden lack of vocabulary. I think she’s temporarily forgotten that she’s supposed to simply say yes, and I love how much of a hot mess she’s in right now.
I take her clit into my mouth again, sucking deep as I roll the pads of my fingers over the hot bundle of nerves inside her. She gasps and I love exploring her body, finding all her sensitive spots, and discovering the way she likes to be touched.
She begins to pant, small tremors building in her core and I don’t let up the pressure. I delve deeper, moving my mouth all over her sex, wanting her to soak my entire face.
“Gabe,” she cries out, her voice loud, uncensored as her body lets go and she gives herself over to the pleasure pulling at her.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. You’re doing everything I asked for.”
As her liquid heat pours from her body, I still my fingers inside her, and rub my face against her wet cunt. Her warm, sweet scent fills the air and I pull it deep into my lungs. My heart pounds harder, my pulse leaping in my neck as I glance up to see the ecstasy on her face.
Jesus, this woman is everything.
I have no idea how I stayed away so long. Then again, maybe I do—but now certainly isn’t the time to dwell on it. Not when she’s here, so close, her body soft and warm beneath my touch.
I press slow, burning kisses to her stomach, my lips brushing her skin like a silent apology for all the lost time.
Her hand tangles in my hair, and the softness of her touch sends heat coursing through my veins.
God, I’ve been intimate with women before, but this…
this is different. This isn’t just physical. It’s her. It’s us.
Every brush of her fingers on my skin, every sigh that escapes her lips—there’s something deeper here, something we’ve kept buried for far too long. I can feel it in the way my heart pounds, in the way my body responds to hers without hesitation.
It’s not just want, it’s need. It’s connection.
It’s years of unspoken feelings finally breaking free.
I glance up at her, my breath uneven, and for a moment, all I can see is the tenderness in her eyes.
There’s no one else, never has been. No one who’s made me feel this way—like every touch matters, like every kiss is something sacred.
“Gabe,” she breathes out and I lift my head. The small smile on her face, the heat in her eyes, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Need something, babe?” I tease.
Her small chuckle curls around me and hugs tight. “I think you know that I do.”
“Right.” I pull my fingers out and she whimpers. I pet her again. “You need my cock right here.”
“Yes, I do.”
I climb up her body, press my lips to her and that’s when it occurs to me that I don’t have a condom. I break the kiss. “Dammit.”
Her eyes go wide, and I quickly console her. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t even bring any here.”
She blinks up at me, surprise and what I think might be delight in her eyes. “You weren’t planning on hooking up?”
“No.”
“That girl who was all over you yesterday after beach volleyball. You two didn’t—”
“No, we didn’t.”
Shit, I don’t want to tell her too much, too soon.
This is a ‘yes’ day about sex. If I came right out and told her I wanted a future, what would she say?
Would it scare her off? I’m not sure, so I’m going to tread carefully right now, and spend the rest of the day proving how good we are together.
I mean hot sex is one thing, but a future is something else entirely, especially when she’s hated me for the last few years, and we have her brother to consider.
I lightly brush her hair back. “I can go get some. I think they carry them in the gift shop.”
I’m about to move but she grabs my arm to stop me. “Gabe.”
“Yeah babe?”
“I…I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.” Is she fucking saying what I think she’s saying. “Are you—”
I swallow. Hard. No matter what we’ve been through the last few years, Millie trusts me, and that means a whole fucking hell of a lot. “I’m clean. I don’t have sex without a condom, and we all get tested frequently, just to be sure. As far as birth control. No, I’m not on anything.”
Confusion moves over her face for a second, and then she laughs. Jesus, it’s so good to hear Millie laugh. She’d been so serious about training for the Olympics, and then taking on the job of skating coach, that there hadn’t been room for laughter.
“I love it when you laugh, Millie.”
The seriousness in my voice does something to her. Her face softens, everything about her relaxing as I position myself over her, widen her legs and slide my cock inside her.
Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.
“Gabe.”
My body convulses, pleasure and heat filling every fiber of my being, as my heart swells with all the things I feel for this woman. “I know, Millie. I know.”
She puts her hand on the side of my face, and while I’ve wanted her forever, there is no hurry here.
Neither one of us seem to want fast and furious.
No, we both want soft, tender…thoughtful.
I push into her, the world melting away, and even though my love for this woman has weathered time, everything about this feels different… new.
I slide my arms around her, holding her body to mine. She lightly runs her fingers over my back, as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her lightly and breathing in the scent of her skin.
Our bodies move together in sync, like long time lovers, and maybe that’s just because we’ve been friends forever, and know each other well. Or maybe it’s just something…more.
Her moans mingle with mine, and while I don’t want this to end, I console myself with the fact that for the rest of the day it’s only the two of us.
No sharing her with any of our friends. Hell, I don’t want to share her with anyone ever.
Call me selfish, call me whatever the fuck you want, but the truth is, I can’t continue on like this, wanting, needing… craving.
If I ever thought this one time with her would sate me, I must have been out of my mind.
As her muscles clench around my cock, I let pleasure overcome me and give into my own orgasm.
I spurt inside her, fill her with my seed, as she moans, one thought bounces around inside my brain: I am not leaving this island until this woman is mine.