The dirty talk coming out of his mouth was unexpected and fucking amazing. Fuck. He was going to wreck me, and I was one hundred percent on board. I felt like I was outside of my body as he played me to perfection.
His hips thrust up into me again, my inner muscles clamped down on his cock, and I gripped his shoulders, just holding on. His thumb grazed my clit and my stomach tightened.
“Oh fuck, yes. So close. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled out, and shudders moved through every inch of me. That delicious growl was next level. His blue eyes gleamed with a desire that definitely matched mine. The intensity looking back at me was breathtaking, and I chased my orgasm, so close to the edge.
Something coiled deep inside of me and when he thrust his hips up again and pressed tight circles on my clit, I gave over tothe sensation coursing through my body, crying out his name as I came.
“Fucking glorious,” I think he said, but I was out of my head, more blissed out than I’d ever been in my life. He didn’t let up until my orgasm subsided. I dropped my head, sucking in air, and he rolled his hips beneath me, his cock still fully seated inside of me.
His hand snaked up my body and I shivered, incredibly sensitive to his touch. He cupped my jaw and I looked up, meeting his gaze.
Then he was drawing me down, lightly brushing his lips across mine, swallowing the soft gasp that fell from my lips.
“I would do this with you all day, every day, if you let me.” His voice was husky and I felt it all over me.
“But you haven’t even come yet,” I murmured.
“We’ll get to that.” He grinned. “Nice guys finish last, remember?”
Fucking hell, this man was adorable.
“You didn’t seem so nice when you were all growly and telling me to come.”
“Did you like that?” His hand slid under my hair, gripping my nape. His hold was both powerful and comforting, and I still ached for him.
I smiled. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, may I continue?” he asked.
I chuckled. “So polite. Proceed,” I teased.
He groaned. “I’ll show you polite.”
Before I could utter another word, he slipped out of me and spun me around, holding me around the waist until I was on my elbows and knees, my ass in the air.
“Gabe,” I gasped, twisting my head around to catch a glimpse of him just before I felt his tongue lick my clit and up my slit. “Holy shit.”
“So good.” His words vibrated against my center and my stomach started to clench.
Then his hands gripped my hips and he plunged back into my body, the delicious stretch rocking me to my core.
He thrust in and out of me, and all I could do was curl my fingers into the sheets underneath me.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted out.
Inaudible sounds fell from my lips as he continued fucking me. One of his hands left my hip, his thumb finding my clit again, and I swore I saw stars. My body was still recovering from my last orgasm—well, two orgasms—but there was no way in hell I was going to tell him to stop. It felt so fucking good.
He leaned over my body, his mouth close to my ear.
“Can you come again, Dani?”
I think I whimpered.
His chuckle was almost dark and definitely sent sparks through my body.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he rasped, then he nipped my earlobe before teasing the spot with his tongue.
