Page 83 of Breaking the Ice


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“Slow is fine for next time, but I need you to fuck me, Gabe. Like right now.” Her hand reached between us and she gripped my cock, tracing her thumb over my tip and down my length. I shuddered in her hold.

“Fuck, you feel good. But before we get to that, I need a taste.” I shifted out of her hold and kissed down the length of her body, savoring every sigh and moan as I trekked to where she needed me most. Hooking my fingers into the edge of her panties, I pulled them down her legs and tossed them over my shoulder, before spreading her open for me.

Then I draped her legs over my shoulders and ran my thumb through her center.

“Gabe,” she gasped.

“So wet and pretty. Just for me?”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“Breakfast of champions,” I said with a gritty chuckle, and swiped my tongue through the moisture.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I knew you’d taste amazing.” I teased her clit with my tongue and gripped her hips, holding her in place as I devoured her.

Whimpers fell from her lips, my name a whispered plea, but I didn’t give her a chance to regroup. I sucked on her clit, licked the length of her, and then darted my tongue inside of her. Icouldn’t wait to feel her flutter around my cock. My tongue was no longer enough.

I released one hand from her hip and plunged a finger into her heat. She squirmed, her body bowing.

“Gabe. Oh, fuck. Yes, oh yes,” she exclaimed when I added a second finger. Her inner muscles squeezed me, and I licked her clit again, teasing her.

“So close. Holy shit, yes.” She writhed on the bed, her hair a red cloud on my pillow. Eyes clenched shut, she cupped one breast with her hand, rolling her nipple between her fingers.

Fucking hell, she was incredible.

I swiped my tongue against her. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.”

Her other hand tugged on my hair, and the pinch of pain and pleasure went right to my cock.

“Gabe, yes. Oh so close.” Her words were jumbled, and I loved how far gone she was.

Pulling my fingers from her body, I gripped her hips and held her to my mouth so I could torment her clit with my tongue.

Her body tensed and she came with a cry. I drank her down, cleaning her up with my tongue as she trembled in my hold and took in a shuddering breath, one arm flung over her face.

“Holy shit,” she finally said when I lifted my mouth from placing gentle kisses down her thighs. I wasn’t ready to move away from her just yet. We weren’t anywhere close to done with what I had planned for her this morning.

“I think I need a minute.” She paused, giving me a loopy smile. “You don’t have to look so smug about it.”

“I hadn’t realized I was. You look incredible when you come. Of course you always do, but fuck, Dani.”

I peppered her skin with soft kisses, moving back up and settling myself between her legs.

My cock brushed against her center and we both groaned.

“Get a condom,” she rasped.

“I thought you needed a minute. I was prepared to snuggle,” I teased, already reaching to open my nightstand drawer.

“Don’t be cute, Gabe. And no one can snuggle with that hard-as-hell log between your legs.” She laughed softly. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Did I scramble your brains?” I grabbed the foil square with one hand and trailed my other hand down the center of her body, making sure not to miss scraping my thumbnail over her pebbled nipples.

She sucked in a breath, her skin trembling under my touch. Leaning down, I licked each distended tip, thrilling at her gasp.

Then I moved us so she was on top, her thighs straddling my hips, and lifted so my cock could rest against her wet entrance. I couldn’t help but rock myself against her, nudging her clit with the tip of my dick.

“Fuck,” I gritted out.