19. Gabriel #2
Her eyes find mine, then dart away as if she’s embarrassed. As if her admission isn’t the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever said.
“You think that only exists in fantasies?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me then. Because I’m going to give you all of that, and a hell of a lot more.”
My cock is fully hard again, precum dripping from the tip as I bury my face between her legs and start working her in earnest, licking and sucking until she’s writhing under me, feeling just as feral as she said she wanted.
Unhinged, almost. Like an addict bingeing on his drug of choice even as he promises himself he’ll never indulge like this again.
I draw her clit into my mouth as my tongue moves over it, sucking lightly.
Her breath stutters, her hands pulling at my hair hard enough to make my eyes sting, but I don’t let up.
I can tell by the response of her body that this is doing it for her, and holy fucking shit, it’s doing it for me.
I haven’t been this turned on in longer than I can remember, a dormant part of me that I’ve ignored for years surging back to life.
She’s slick and swollen and sweet, her pussy dripping over my chin as I eat her out like she’s my last meal. I shift my grip on her thighs again, nearly lifting her ass off the bed as I bring her pussy closer to my ravenous mouth, holding her right where I need her.
When I feel her using her hold on my hair to press my face deeper into her, I groan roughly.
Fuck, she’s so responsive. Every small thing I do, she answers.
The fact that she’s letting herself be this open with me, that she trusts me enough to take what she needs, fills me with a kind of satisfaction I don’t know how to describe.
I suck harder on her clit, scraping it just a little with my teeth, and her head drops back against the mattress as her back arches.
“J-just like that.” She nods wildly, and when I glance up through my lashes, I see her eyes squeezed shut as she loses herself in the sensations. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop, Gabriel. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I want to tell her to look at me, overwhelmed by a strange desire to have our gazes locked as she falls apart on my face. But I can tell she’s close, and knowing how new she is to this, I don’t want to break the moment as pleasure gathers in her expression, her face contorting with it.
I just want to make her come.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter between laps of my tongue. “You’re doing so well. Are you going to come for me? Come on my face, Alexis. I need to fucking taste it.”
I work her clit faster, increasing the pressure and pace as I practically smother myself in her perfect pussy.
“Oh my god…” She’s too far gone to manage anything clearer, but her body responds to my words, every muscle drawing tight, telling me she’s right on the edge.
“Let go,” I demand, barely aware anymore that this is supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ All I can think of is the need coursing through my veins. “Give it to me.”
I seal my mouth over her and don’t let up. She chokes on a gasp, her whole body going taut, and then she shatters, head tossing back and forth on the pillow as the orgasm crashes through her.
My balls are so tight that it’s almost painful, and I can’t help grinding against the mattress as I keep going, working her through every wave of her climax, hungrier with each needy sound she makes. It seems to stretch on and on before she sinks back into the bed, wrung out and shaking.
I finally slow the strokes of my tongue and look up the length of her, watching her chest heave. “Tell me something.” My thumb strokes idle circles at her hip. “Have you ever come more than once? One right after another?”
She lifts her head dazedly and gives it a small shake. “No. I mean, I’ve… you know, touched myself. But I just come once.”
A grin pulls at my mouth. “Want to try for two? It’s harder for men, but a lot of women can climax multiple times in a row.
I can show you.” I press a kiss high on the inside of her thigh as I let her catch her breath a little.
“Whenever you’re ready. No rush. I just want to give you another.
You’ve got me so fucking hungry for you that I don’t want to stop, sunshine. ”
Her breath hitches slightly at the nickname. I don’t think I’ve ever called her that out loud until now, but it’s been in my head since that engagement photoshoot. She radiates so much light that it’s impossible not to think of her as sunshine personified.
“I don’t know if I…” She trails off, her lip caught between her teeth. “What if I can’t do it?”
“Then that’s fine.” I drag my tongue along her slit, relishing the tremor it sends through her.
“There’s no pressure at all, and there never will be.
This isn’t a test. You just taste so damn good, I don’t want to stop yet.
So if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep eating your pussy for a while.
If you come again, that’s just a bonus.”
She lets out a breathless laugh, as if startled by the idea that I might want to keep going down on her for my enjoyment just as much as hers.
But it seems to banish any of the pressure or nerves she was feeling about whether she can come again.
She nods, and her head falls back on a long, shaky breath as I lower my mouth to her again.
I take it slower this time, reading every hitch of her breath to learn what she likes. She’s oversensitive now, so I don’t push, going slow until she’s rolling her hips against my mouth, her hands dropping to find mine. Our fingers lace, and she squeezes until they tingle.
“Gabriel…”
Hearing my name in that wrecked voice of hers makes me groan.
Whatever else she was going to say disappears into a plaintive whimper when I start to circle her clit harder, flicking my tongue back and forth over the little bud.
She cries out softly, her body going rigid as she comes a second time, and the surprise of it flashes across her face like she didn’t believe me until right now.
“That’s it. Fuck yes,” I mutter, the words barely intelligible. I keep going until she’s gasping and flinching at every pass of my tongue, and when I finally lift my head, her limbs are slack, her hands still clutching mine.
She looks spent, a faint sheen of sweat across her skin, her eyes half-shut.
I press one last kiss to the inside of her knee and crawl up over her, smoothing a few damp strands of hair away from her forehead and kissing the flushed skin there.
My cock brushes her stomach, and the raw desire on her face as she feels it makes it almost impossible to think about anything but burying myself inside her.
As if she’s read my mind, she starts to reach down between us, but I catch her by the wrist. As hard as I am, as insanely turned on by the taste and sight of her, much as I want to ruin her for anyone who ever comes after me… tonight isn’t the night.
I kiss her instead, slow and deep. “That was a lot,” I tell her when we separate. “I don’t want to push you too hard.”
She pouts, and I chuckle as I nip at her plump lower lip.
“Don’t worry, sunshine,” I promise. “I plan to be a very thorough teacher, and that was just lesson one.”
Without giving her a chance to argue—since I know it wouldn’t take much effort on her part to destroy what small amount of willpower I have left—I turn off the bedside light, then settle onto my back and pull her in against my side.
She comes without resistance, tucking her head into the crook of my shoulder and draping one arm across my chest.
It’s getting late by now, and I can tell that the adrenaline and arousal of everything we just did wore her out. She murmurs something about how she’s always been a good student, and I laugh quietly, ignoring the ache in my cock as it rests against my stomach, hard and heavy.
Her breathing evens out over the course of several minutes. I lie there in the dark with my own pulse still working to settle, one hand moving up and down her spine, until finally, sleep claims me too.