Chapter 7 #2
He drives us toward Wrigleyville and I’m not surprised this is where he lives when he’s in Chicago.
It’s close to the ballpark and his old stomping grounds.
I’m sure he feels at home here. It’s crazy to think we both call Chicago home.
Well, at least part of the time. We both travel from place to place frequently.
But I always end up back in Chicago, just like Gabe.
As soon as we step inside, he grasps me by the hips and pulls me to him, his lips once again on mine. “Layla,” he practically growls, hunger in his eyes.
“Gabe,” I answer, his lips now on mine.
We’re frenzied in our actions, both of us not wanting the night to end.
He strips me out of my dress and it falls to the floor, in a pool of fabric.
I step out of the garment and slip off my shoes as he strips me out of my bra.
As his hands are on me, I manage to push his suit coat off and unbutton his black dress shirt, revealing his toned physique.
Craving the connection, I run my hands over his muscles, reveling in the hardness.
Sliding my fingers downward, I unbutton his pants.
And just as I’m about to delve my hand inside, he hooks his fingers in my panties and yanks, snapping the delicate lace.
“Gabe!” I exclaim, shocked that he did that.
He smirks and discards the lace remnants, pulling them away from my already soaked core.
Not to be outdone, I push off his shirt where it falls to the floor, joining my dress.
Hands back on him, I open his pants and push them down, along with his boxer briefs, revealing his long, thick erection. I lick my lips. I can’t wait.
“On your knees.”
I don’t hesitate; I drop to my knees, the wetness between my legs making my thighs slick. Opening my mouth, I take his hard length in, sucking him deep. So deep, it makes him grunt.
“Mmm, Layla, just like that,” he croons as my lips form a suction around the base of his shaft, the head bumping the back of my throat.
I suck and lick and lave his shaft as he slides his fingers into my hair, gently guiding me. I’m enjoying this so very much. Sneaking a hand between my legs, I find my swollen clit and rub, moaning around his thickness, my moans turning into hums.
Tapping my cheek, he pulls out of my mouth, then lifts me to my feet. He doesn’t say anything; he just leads me down the hall, presumably to his bedroom. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he commands.
If I wasn’t so turned on by his alpha tendencies in the bedroom, I probably wouldn’t obey.
Outside the bedroom, it’s definitely not in my nature to do what I’m told.
But when Gabe says it, I do it. There’s just something that turns me on about a man when he takes control in the bedroom.
I find it sexy as hell. And Gabe is certainly that.
I get on the bed, my arousal liberally leaking out of me now.
With my legs spread like this, he can see how turned on I am.
And I’m embarrassingly wet. Feeling the bed dip behind me, Gabe doesn’t give me any warning—his hot mouth is there, between my legs, licking up my cream, sucking on my clit.
“Gabe!” I cry out in pleasure, my legs wobbly.
He keeps up the onslaught, licking and sucking, spearing his tongue into my channel. I can only take so much until I explode, my climax slamming into me as my pussy clamps down hard. I moan, my orgasm making my legs tremble. My pussy is still fluttering when I feel him slide into me.
“Layla,” he grunts, deep inside me, my pussy gripping his hard shaft.
“Mmhmm,” I echo, loving the feel of him inside me. He fills me up just perfectly.
Letting me adjust to his size, he then grasps my hips and starts to move in and out of me, sending my pleasure to new heights.
He finds that magic spot inside me, the same time his fingers rub my clit.
It’s too much and again I climax, my release rushing over me like a tsunami.
I’m literally dripping and I’m so slick that Gabe slides in and out of me with ease.
I’m about to fall forward, my legs and arms trembling from weakness, when he bands an arm around my waist, his hand on my belly.
He thrusts a few more times and comes, his release spilling into me as he grunts softly behind me.
He pumps a couple more times before gently pulling out of me.
Without the support of his arms around me, I fall forward, a puddle of pleasure. He drops down next to me and places a sweet kiss on my shoulder. “Be right back,” he murmurs.
I lay there and let my body come down from its post-sex haze. Gabe’s a generous lover. I find it sexy and irresistible at the same time. Just like the man himself.
The bed dips and I feel Gabe lean over me. He gently parts my legs and cleans me up. How sweet is that? He takes care of the washcloth and comes back, taking me in his arms. Snuggled up, he kisses my head and closes his eyes. He’s out. And then so am I, both of us worn out from our lovemaking.
The Next Morning
Gabe
I wake up, and the sun is not even up yet. It’s early and Layla is still sleeping, her cheek against my chest, her long lashes tickling my skin. I watch her for a few minutes, taking mental pictures. I already know I want to see her again, but I don’t know when. And that makes my heart heavy.
“Hey,” she says, her voice gravelly from sleep.
“Morning,” I say softly, kissing her temple.
Rolling onto her back and yawning, she asks, “What time is it?”
“A little after six.”
With her arms over her head, she stretches, causing the sheet to fall to her waist, exposing her glorious breasts.
Come to think of it, I was so busy between her legs last night that I didn’t give her gorgeous globes much attention.
But I can remedy that right now. On a low growl, I roll her onto her back and drop my mouth to a nipple, sucking it inside.
It pebbles instantly. Using my tongue, I lave each of her nipples until she’s whimpering underneath me, her core wet and ready for me.
“Gabe.” She gasps, trailing off when I nip one of the stiff little peaks between my teeth. I feel her tremble, then go still. She must have had a mini orgasm from me playing with her nipples.
Wanting to get her off again, I walk my fingers between her breasts, down her tummy, straight to her weeping pussy.
She’s so wet, her inner thighs glisten from her mini release.
Sliding my fingers into her wetness, I work them in and out, making sure to find her special spot.
And soon, she’s squirting her release as she moans and thrashes under me.
“That’s a good girl,” I breathe, her pussy clamped down on my fingers.
I let her have a moment, then I’m sliding into her wet heat.
I thrust deep and we both moan long and low from the pleasure.
I work my hard length in and out and soon, we’re both coming, our breathing labored and our bodies limp from the pleasure.
She closes her eyes and takes gulps of air.
I do the same, eventually sliding from between her sticky thighs.
I’d love to stay here with her, but I need to get back to the hotel.
“I wish I could stay in bed with you all day.”
She smiles. “Me, too. But I need to go.”
“Shower with me?” I ask, hopeful.
“Make it quick,” she tells me, getting out of bed.
I watch her as she walks to my bathroom, her soft curves beckoning me. I’d love to go another round, but time is not on our side. And also the fact that I’m not young anymore. I need a bit of recovery time before I’m ready to go again. But hey, last night and this morning were amazing.
Turning on the water, I let the water heat up and we shower, trying our best to keep our hands to ourselves. But in the end, the suds and our libidos win out. I eat her pussy, bringing her to climax again and she sucks my dick. All in all, not a bad way to start the day.
Layla
After we get dressed, Gabe drops me off at my car that I parked near the restaurant last night.
“I’ll text you,” I tell him. And I mean it.
“You better,” he teases me, a sparkle in his eye.
“I will. Let me know when you’ll be in town again.”
“I will,” he tells me. Lovingly, he kisses me, then steps back. “Until next time.”
I smile. “Until next time.” Happy, but a little sad, I get in my car and watch as he drives off, not knowing when I’m going to see him again.
I think I’m falling for Gabe. But can we have a long distance relationship?
Is that what I really want? These questions linger in my mind, but I shove them back down.
I need to get back to my condo and get ready for the day.