Page 13 of Say I Do

“Please, Caleb,” she moans out, letting me know it’s game on. I give her exactly what she needs. My mouth descends on her, eating her like I’m starved. “It’s too much, ah. Caleb.” Gabriella pushes at my head while also trying to lift her hips to get more of her pussy in my mouth at the same time.

“You’re okay,” I reassure her. “You only lie there and let me have it.” Gabriella sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods her head. “That’s my good girl,” I tell her, taking another hungry lick of her.

She tastes of warm sugar. I lap it all up, using my tongue to swipe and stroke against her needy clit. I have to press my own cock down into the mattress. My dick is begging me to get inside of her. That will have to wait for another day. This time is all about my girl.

Gabriella's thighs begin to tighten around my head and tremble. My name pours from her lips in a chant, over and over again. I latch on to her clit, sucking it into my mouth, sending my sweet girl over the edge. She cries out her pleasure. I feel my balls tighten as I start to come right along with her.

But that doesn't stop me. I keep eating her, taking every greedy drop I can get until she's begging me to stop. Her body is unable to take any more pleasure because that's what I need Gabriella to understand. With me, that's what I will always give her.

10

GABRIELLA

“Don’t you love this time of year?” I ask Caleb. I drop my head back and stop to do a swirl. I love the feel of the snowflakes against my cheeks.

“Watch it,” I hear Caleb bark at someone, snapping me out of my very own fairy tale. His hand is in the middle of a man’s chest who is dressed in a suit. He’d almost run into me.

“Sorry,” I apologize, knowing it was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention. It’s a busy sidewalk. I shouldn't have stopped to do a silly spin.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” Caleb's voice drops when he speaks to me. “As for you, watch where the fuck you’re going.” The man’s eyes widen, and he steps back.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the guy stutters.

I stand there, slightly shocked that the man is apologizing to me. Caleb takes my hand, giving me a warm smile. His fingers lock with mine, his entire demeanor changed. “What should we do next?”

I glance back over my shoulder to see the man in the suit going in the other direction. “That was kind of my fault.”

“He should watch where he’s going. Anyone could stop. Just like in a car. You cannot rear-end someone simply because they have stopped their vehicle.” I suppose he’s right. I guess I would have been more polite about it. “So where to?”

“I thought you needed to pop into your office,” I remind him. We went out to buy a few more decorations. That’s all we have been doing lately. It’s been wonderful. I’ve never felt so carefree and happy.

I wake up in bed most mornings with him doing oh so naughty but nice things to me before he pulls me from bed for breakfast. Then we spend the day shopping for things to get his home ready for Christmas. At night, we enjoy watching holiday movies and cuddling together. We often end up making out on the couch.

“I will, but it can wait.”

“I’m pretty excited to get back and collect the deliveries,” I admit. The tree and the ornaments are coming today. Well, the tree for the living room. We’ve gotten a few others. They are smaller, at least in comparison to the one for the living room. That one is really going to be the centerpiece. It’s going to look perfect in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I can’t wait.

“All right.” He drops my hand so that he can wrap his arm around my shoulder and tuck me into his side as we make our way back to the building.

“Oh crap.” I stop walking.

“What?”

I point toward Cup of Sugar. “I wonder what happened.” The lights are out in the building.

“I thought you didn’t want to go back?” Caleb’s hold on me tightens.

“Guess I’m just surprised.”

“I’m sure another coffee shop will come in. If you wanted to, I bet you could work there.” He doesn’t sound too happy about that. I lift up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Nah, I like my current job. And I’ve got a pretty good boss.”

“Pretty good?” He gives my ass a squeeze.

“Caleb.” I laugh, pushing away. “There are people,” I remind him.

“I don’t give a shit.” He tucks me back into him. “Come to my office with me?”

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